<?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-590088485967322399</id><updated>2011-07-30T12:44:47.646-07:00</updated><category term='child'/><category term='black and white'/><category term='magazine'/><category term='Girls Gilrie Photos Photography Tennessee Kids Kid Child Chlidren Color Life Fun Portraiture'/><category term='Jones Soda Fortune Bottle Life Photos Photography Black and White Comics'/><category term='God'/><category term='vintage'/><category term='death'/><category term='Tennessee Fall 2008 Colors Kitten Kittens Photos Photography'/><category term='loss'/><category term='Happy Birthday Girl 26 Qwenty-six Love Husband Wife Photos Phtography Editing Life Moments'/><category term='art'/><category term='kid'/><category term='photoshop actions'/><category term='flower'/><category term='faith'/><category term='hope'/><category term='Muse Muses Love Kitten Kittens Cats Animals Fur Husbnad'/><category term='michelle black photography'/><category term='boy'/><category term='kids kid girl girls portraiture portrature vintage texture coffee photography reading play'/><category term='kindness'/><category term='baby'/><category term='family'/><category term='digital photography'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='star bucks'/><category term='Cherish Fall Cold Model Blue Gray Black Color Photos  Friend Best'/><category term='love'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='kids'/><title type='text'>Small Town Poet</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kole Loudermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00799335854928239707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SPk856sc-mI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a4YPykAgNlo/S220/mybday5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590088485967322399.post-2868758226391357005</id><published>2009-05-15T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T19:50:19.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW.... SORRY FOR MIA....</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone ... I am trying to get back into the swing of things, and I am so sorry for being MIA. I want to get back into some photo work, etc. And now that the weather is pretty again, I am hoping to be able to do this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all know by now that we are EXPECTING ... a little girl, Miss Kaleigh Elizabella! :) We are due the beginning of Sept. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post more soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590088485967322399-2868758226391357005?l=smalltownpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/2868758226391357005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590088485967322399&amp;postID=2868758226391357005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/2868758226391357005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/2868758226391357005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/2009/05/wow-sorry-for-mia.html' title='WOW.... SORRY FOR MIA....'/><author><name>Kole Loudermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00799335854928239707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SPk856sc-mI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a4YPykAgNlo/S220/mybday5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590088485967322399.post-4295067216457409919</id><published>2008-11-22T14:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T15:07:54.793-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids kid girl girls portraiture portrature vintage texture coffee photography reading play'/><title type='text'>Reading Time With Cali :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/smalltownpoet/3050108391/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3223/3050108391_5f8927bb5d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/smalltownpoet/3050108391/"&gt;Reading Time With Cali :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/smalltownpoet/"&gt;Small Town Poet Photos {Kole}&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love kids... especially the ones that want to PLAY with you while you take their pictures. =D Here is little Miss C again... she was showing me the whales and fishes and water in one of her books. I used an action from the lovely Rita of CoffeeTea Photography.called Coffee Shoppe Vintage. And added something a little extra in texture. But anyway, this little girl is so sweet and full of life that every time I see her (as long as she is feeling well) I have to photograph her!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{K}&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590088485967322399-4295067216457409919?l=smalltownpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/4295067216457409919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590088485967322399&amp;postID=4295067216457409919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/4295067216457409919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/4295067216457409919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/2008/11/reading-time-with-cali.html' title='Reading Time With Cali :)'/><author><name>Kole Loudermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00799335854928239707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SPk856sc-mI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a4YPykAgNlo/S220/mybday5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3223/3050108391_5f8927bb5d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590088485967322399.post-8762159901607547066</id><published>2008-11-15T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T11:23:19.944-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muse Muses Love Kitten Kittens Cats Animals Fur Husbnad'/><title type='text'>{Musing Muses}</title><content type='html'>So my heart is completely captured by certain things ... i.e. my husband, the Lord, kids, animals &amp; coffee. I know you are all laughing at the coffee thing, but it gets to me... I really cannot explain it very well. But here are a few newer pictures for your viewing pleasure....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. CONTACT ME TODAY for SPECIAL HOLIDAY rates on having your pictures done :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3176/3031883395_8e890006d0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3176/3031883395_8e890006d0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3207/3032723202_ed17839a5c_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3207/3032723202_ed17839a5c_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3212/3031941699_e44af2a496_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 171px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3212/3031941699_e44af2a496_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a311/SmallTownPoet23/GK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 603px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a311/SmallTownPoet23/GK.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590088485967322399-8762159901607547066?l=smalltownpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/8762159901607547066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590088485967322399&amp;postID=8762159901607547066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/8762159901607547066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/8762159901607547066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/2008/11/musing-muses.html' title='{Musing Muses}'/><author><name>Kole Loudermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00799335854928239707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SPk856sc-mI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a4YPykAgNlo/S220/mybday5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3176/3031883395_8e890006d0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590088485967322399.post-8164215941622597239</id><published>2008-11-11T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T12:00:37.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>{Holiday Pricing!!}</title><content type='html'>,,, is on its way!!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590088485967322399-8164215941622597239?l=smalltownpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/8164215941622597239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590088485967322399&amp;postID=8164215941622597239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/8164215941622597239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/8164215941622597239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/2008/11/holiday-pricing.html' title='{Holiday Pricing!!}'/><author><name>Kole Loudermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00799335854928239707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SPk856sc-mI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a4YPykAgNlo/S220/mybday5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590088485967322399.post-6944107065453634933</id><published>2008-11-03T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T11:24:37.194-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cherish Fall Cold Model Blue Gray Black Color Photos  Friend Best'/><title type='text'>{Cherish}</title><content type='html'>This is one of my very best friends in the WHOLE world... Cherish :) We had a lot of fun taking these photos. She is such a great model =D &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Love you, C!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-59.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2594073385381697881&amp;amp;site=widget-59.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:400px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=ph&amp;amp;id=2594073385381697881&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-59.slide.com/p1/2594073385381697881/bb_t001_v000_s0ph_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=ph&amp;amp;id=2594073385381697881&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-59.slide.com/p2/2594073385381697881/bb_t001_v000_s0ph_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=ph&amp;id=2594073385381697881&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-59.slide.com/p4/2594073385381697881/bb_t001_v000_s0ph_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590088485967322399-6944107065453634933?l=smalltownpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/6944107065453634933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590088485967322399&amp;postID=6944107065453634933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/6944107065453634933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/6944107065453634933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/2008/11/cherish.html' title='{Cherish}'/><author><name>Kole Loudermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00799335854928239707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SPk856sc-mI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a4YPykAgNlo/S220/mybday5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590088485967322399.post-8065845836191428886</id><published>2008-10-25T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T11:26:01.372-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tennessee Fall 2008 Colors Kitten Kittens Photos Photography'/><title type='text'>{Tennessee Fall 2008}</title><content type='html'>Hello &amp;amp; happy fall to all!! I wanted to share my fall time photos with everyone that I took a few weeks ago when things really started to change, and leaves started to fall. :) And also.... my soon to be new fur baby. Here is little Kodo-Emo-Hawk ... lol or just Kodo. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3067/2973262312_beedb09986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 357px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3067/2973262312_beedb09986.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3018/2972414125_62d6e8b8fa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 357px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3018/2972414125_62d6e8b8fa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3224/2969348197_bd89921230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 422px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3224/2969348197_bd89921230.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590088485967322399-8065845836191428886?l=smalltownpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/8065845836191428886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590088485967322399&amp;postID=8065845836191428886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/8065845836191428886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/8065845836191428886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/2008/10/tennessee-fall-2008.html' title='{Tennessee Fall 2008}'/><author><name>Kole Loudermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00799335854928239707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SPk856sc-mI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a4YPykAgNlo/S220/mybday5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3067/2973262312_beedb09986_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590088485967322399.post-1061610599513029260</id><published>2008-10-15T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T11:27:46.348-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Birthday Girl 26 Qwenty-six Love Husband Wife Photos Phtography Editing Life Moments'/><title type='text'>{Twenty-Six}</title><content type='html'>This week I turned 26 ... for me, my birthday is something to feel completely blessed about, and I do not in the least dread getting older. Also, when it gets close to time for my birthday, and I tell anyone that it is, I do not tell them to sound as though I am bragging; rather, because I am proud that I have lived another year of life. My life started out traumatically, and anyone who really knows me knows that. And then there is everything I have endured since birth ... i.e. all of the health issues I dealt with as a small child, the wreck that threw me the length of a football field at the age of 9, loosing my mother at nearly 18, that loss of my unborn son at 8 months of pregnancy at the age of 24, and so on and so forth. To me, your birthday should be a time of renewal and a fresh start; the hype of the actual "new years" is overrated as far as I am concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am facing a huge giant in my life, and this is something that causes me to step back and evaluate where I am and what I am doing and how I perceive things. I have been having a tremendous amount of trouble with my vision, and went to the eye doctor this last week for some testing. I was diagnosed with having ocular migraines, 20/50 vision, and there was some swelling behind my retina in my "good eye." For those of you who know me, you know that I have a lazy eye in my right eye, and I am also legally blind in it. So now, on November 5th I have to go and see a retinal specialist for the swelling, and the eye doctor was equally concerned with where my vision in my good eye is sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love for photography and the arts grows increasingly by the day, and all I want to do is photograph peoples moments &amp;amp; capture a legacy. My mom was a shutterbug, for sure, and she never had the chance to do anything with her love. But, I do, and want to so very much. My resolution this year is pretty clear to me... "live life to the fullest, use what you have while you have it, and don't take anything/anyone for granted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/34/l_12602781d8144f778e368235fd42d509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/34/l_12602781d8144f778e368235fd42d509.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/39/l_a42d47b1cfe5493ea37a4dbea9a10769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/39/l_a42d47b1cfe5493ea37a4dbea9a10769.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/49/l_5ae6e6f602984d5ea096caeb26defccc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/49/l_5ae6e6f602984d5ea096caeb26defccc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=18144490&amp;amp;albumID=2375347&amp;amp;imageID=47493651"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=18144490&amp;amp;albumID=2375347&amp;amp;imageID=47493651" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=18144490&amp;amp;albumID=2375347&amp;amp;imageID=47493565"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=18144490&amp;amp;albumID=2375347&amp;amp;imageID=47493565" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=18144490&amp;amp;albumID=2375347&amp;amp;imageID=47493617http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=18144490&amp;amp;albumID=2375347&amp;amp;imageID=47493617"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=18144490&amp;amp;albumID=2375347&amp;amp;imageID=47493617http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=18144490&amp;amp;albumID=2375347&amp;amp;imageID=47493617" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590088485967322399-1061610599513029260?l=smalltownpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/1061610599513029260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590088485967322399&amp;postID=1061610599513029260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/1061610599513029260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/1061610599513029260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/2008/10/twenty-six.html' title='{Twenty-Six}'/><author><name>Kole Loudermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00799335854928239707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SPk856sc-mI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a4YPykAgNlo/S220/mybday5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590088485967322399.post-7059387126707127403</id><published>2008-10-14T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T11:32:37.801-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jones Soda Fortune Bottle Life Photos Photography Black and White Comics'/><title type='text'>"Fortune In A Bottle" (&amp; side note)</title><content type='html'>I LOVED this... I SO needed to read this when I got it on my Orange Cream Jones Soda :) Thus, I had to take a picture of it and share it with the world. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SPVk5Utg-VI/AAAAAAAAAG4/gbsRCYJ_hW8/s1600-h/jonesfortune1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SPVk5Utg-VI/AAAAAAAAAG4/gbsRCYJ_hW8/s320/jonesfortune1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257219075999856978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SPVk5kGkqkI/AAAAAAAAAHA/mv1PgsAVx4k/s1600-h/jones1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SPVk5kGkqkI/AAAAAAAAAHA/mv1PgsAVx4k/s320/jones1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257219080131488322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note... we are making a big change in our life and with our comic book/game store, so check out our new blog. Please and thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.downtowncomicstn.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SPVk502vflI/AAAAAAAAAHI/qowXJZGs6S4/s320/dtcbloglogo2+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257219084628491858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590088485967322399-7059387126707127403?l=smalltownpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/7059387126707127403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590088485967322399&amp;postID=7059387126707127403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/7059387126707127403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/7059387126707127403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/2008/10/fortune-in-bottle-side-note.html' title='&quot;Fortune In A Bottle&quot; (&amp; side note)'/><author><name>Kole Loudermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00799335854928239707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SPk856sc-mI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a4YPykAgNlo/S220/mybday5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SPVk5Utg-VI/AAAAAAAAAG4/gbsRCYJ_hW8/s72-c/jonesfortune1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590088485967322399.post-4960278944088160125</id><published>2008-10-10T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T11:38:57.951-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls Gilrie Photos Photography Tennessee Kids Kid Child Chlidren Color Life Fun Portraiture'/><title type='text'>Doll Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;[L] Jayla &amp;amp; [R] Caroline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3178/2931439471_a56c1ca6a0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3178/2931439471_a56c1ca6a0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3167/2931439443_d2c7a0538f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3167/2931439443_d2c7a0538f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Jayla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3142/2931439479_7521757ce3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3142/2931439479_7521757ce3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3017/2931439499_aedb75c01b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3017/2931439499_aedb75c01b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3282/2931439459_e67f7d9dd3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3282/2931439459_e67f7d9dd3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my two baby cousins... Jayla &amp;amp; Caroline... they were born a few weeks apart, and are so much fun to be around!! Here are shots I have gotten of them lately, and added my magic edit touch to. :) I HAD to share these DOLL BABIES with everyone! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Kole]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590088485967322399-4960278944088160125?l=smalltownpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/4960278944088160125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590088485967322399&amp;postID=4960278944088160125&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/4960278944088160125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/4960278944088160125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/2008/10/doll-babies.html' title='Doll Babies'/><author><name>Kole Loudermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00799335854928239707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SPk856sc-mI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a4YPykAgNlo/S220/mybday5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3178/2931439471_a56c1ca6a0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590088485967322399.post-521391123958103605</id><published>2008-10-08T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:34:09.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Holly :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3273/2925173681_dee278e7e8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3273/2925173681_dee278e7e8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3071/2926027924_e915ea6f91_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3071/2926027924_e915ea6f91_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3127/2926024634_f58f4d2eed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3127/2926024634_f58f4d2eed.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3294/2926026980_1064a2c4a9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3294/2926026980_1064a2c4a9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Miss Holly ... a high school senior w/ a big, bright future ahead of her!! :) She's an amazing kid .... and FYI - her favorite book, the one she is holding is her FAVORITE book... "Hannibal" ... lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590088485967322399-521391123958103605?l=smalltownpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/521391123958103605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590088485967322399&amp;postID=521391123958103605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/521391123958103605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/521391123958103605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/2008/10/miss-holly.html' title='Miss Holly :)'/><author><name>Kole Loudermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00799335854928239707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SPk856sc-mI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a4YPykAgNlo/S220/mybday5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3273/2925173681_dee278e7e8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590088485967322399.post-3087642630766025095</id><published>2008-10-02T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T08:43:18.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall School Pictures!!</title><content type='html'>I am offering a special for Pre-K to High School Seniors right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;FALL SPECIAL&lt;/span&gt; good for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;October 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - October 31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;st&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;$45 session fee plus proof sheet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;$30 required package purchase commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;TOTAL&lt;/span&gt; :: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(minimum)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; $75 &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;-- a savings of at least $50!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Session fees are due up front.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For more than one child please add $10 per child to the session fee.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Package purchase for more than one child will be a $20 minimum commitment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;If you have any questions at all please feel free to contact me via email with your contact phone number(s) &amp;amp; the best time to reach you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to illustrating your child's school year... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-K-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590088485967322399-3087642630766025095?l=smalltownpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/3087642630766025095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590088485967322399&amp;postID=3087642630766025095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/3087642630766025095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/3087642630766025095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-school-pictures.html' title='Fall School Pictures!!'/><author><name>Kole Loudermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00799335854928239707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SPk856sc-mI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a4YPykAgNlo/S220/mybday5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590088485967322399.post-5207964872943340797</id><published>2008-09-30T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:08:00.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[Now Booking]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Announcement :: As of October 1st, 2008 ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am booking sessions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;maternity&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;newborn/infant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;families (up to 5)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;engagement&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;senior potraits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;publicity shots&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;couples&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pet portraits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;PRICING:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Session Fees ::   $75   (for up to 1 1/2 hours of shooting @ your local location of choice or that is decided upon mutually, within 20 miles of McMinnville City Limits &amp;amp; the location can be in or out doors or both, and include up to 3 wardrobe changes ); &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Additional time, miles and/or locations will and can be negotiated for; please feel free to consult me for the additional costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All Sessions require a commitment to purchase a minimum print package of $50;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A $25 deposit for prints is required upon proof completion.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clients can receive a proof sheet or disc at a small rate (*5x7 proof sheets $3 &amp;amp; discs for $5) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*$25 goes towards package purchase*&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The session fee is due in full at the start of each session.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Proofs should be ready within 10 business days after session.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;If you have any questions please feel free to post a comment or email me. Thanks so much in advance for considering me to photograph a chapter in your life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illustrating Every Moment,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kole&lt;br /&gt;smalltownpoetphotography@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*note that all prices are subject to change*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590088485967322399-5207964872943340797?l=smalltownpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/5207964872943340797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590088485967322399&amp;postID=5207964872943340797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/5207964872943340797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/5207964872943340797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/2008/09/now-booking.html' title='[Now Booking]'/><author><name>Kole Loudermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00799335854928239707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SPk856sc-mI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a4YPykAgNlo/S220/mybday5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590088485967322399.post-271453370555621559</id><published>2008-09-27T13:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T13:55:14.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This One's For The Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3177/2867424768_5a1195b88a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3177/2867424768_5a1195b88a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3224/2866469257_f9805d5a47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3224/2866469257_f9805d5a47.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pictured above is Miss Callie ... I was playing with her while waiting on my grandmother to get her hair done at her beauty shop. :) I just handed her all kinds of random things to play with, and we had a blast! She is such a doll. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Below is my Miss Aubrey ... I love this child so very much! She is my little cousin, daughter to my Aunt Cynthia. She will be 3 this coming November. I went to my aunt's to hang out &amp;amp; visit, and while these are not the sharpest images ever little Miss A &amp;amp; I had a blast... I let her dress up in my Super Girl costume. I love her auburn hair... this kid's a spitfire and so silly. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3069/2866469217_1466d8dc68.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3069/2866469217_1466d8dc68.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3007/2866469199_fb8797a05c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3007/2866469199_fb8797a05c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3287/2866469213_9f3f5092ee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3287/2866469213_9f3f5092ee.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3111/2865121660_7b3e8a2988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3111/2865121660_7b3e8a2988.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590088485967322399-271453370555621559?l=smalltownpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/271453370555621559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590088485967322399&amp;postID=271453370555621559&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/271453370555621559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/271453370555621559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-ones-for-girls.html' title='This One&apos;s For The Girls'/><author><name>Kole Loudermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00799335854928239707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SPk856sc-mI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a4YPykAgNlo/S220/mybday5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3177/2867424768_5a1195b88a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590088485967322399.post-3514362706398105631</id><published>2008-09-25T22:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:39:07.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Things To Note...</title><content type='html'>Soon I will have my prices for photo shoots up; just wanted to let everyone know that. I just started a second job at a local vet clinic, so my availability is a bit limited, but if you book ahead of time then I will most definitely be able to plan ahead. :) I do photography because it is an outlet - something I love and enjoy with all of my heart, and want to help you make page markers in your life's story. So please, please consider me if you are wanting newborn, infant or school photos done; senior pictures or pet portraits. If you have any questions, just email me @ smalltownpoetphotography[at]gmail.com :) ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;Kole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SNx0nXdw_pI/AAAAAAAAAF4/YjRl-OmWCqo/s1600-h/Doc08+034-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SNx0nXdw_pI/AAAAAAAAAF4/YjRl-OmWCqo/s200/Doc08+034-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250199485269737106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590088485967322399-3514362706398105631?l=smalltownpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/3514362706398105631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590088485967322399&amp;postID=3514362706398105631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/3514362706398105631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/3514362706398105631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/2008/09/few-things-to-note.html' title='A Few Things To Note...'/><author><name>Kole Loudermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00799335854928239707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SPk856sc-mI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a4YPykAgNlo/S220/mybday5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SNx0nXdw_pI/AAAAAAAAAF4/YjRl-OmWCqo/s72-c/Doc08+034-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590088485967322399.post-6772855955486554116</id><published>2008-09-25T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:27:42.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I lovingly call these photos "My Golden Girls" ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is my Aunt Jan, Memom, &amp;amp; Aunt Cynthia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3165/2867424792_07fe92134b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3165/2867424792_07fe92134b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3161/2867424798_3e771578cf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3161/2867424798_3e771578cf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3080/2867424786_7986971bef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3080/2867424786_7986971bef.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3064/2867424804_3f685ef34f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3064/2867424804_3f685ef34f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590088485967322399-6772855955486554116?l=smalltownpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/6772855955486554116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590088485967322399&amp;postID=6772855955486554116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/6772855955486554116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/6772855955486554116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/2008/09/family.html' title='Family...'/><author><name>Kole Loudermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00799335854928239707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SPk856sc-mI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a4YPykAgNlo/S220/mybday5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3165/2867424792_07fe92134b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590088485967322399.post-6122072097224137991</id><published>2008-09-04T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T00:10:19.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1+ ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3159/2808845571_2f685661d9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3159/2808845571_2f685661d9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3207/2798639473_56e7901076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3207/2798639473_56e7901076.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garner and I are celebrating one year of wedded bliss today. And I do mean bliss. :) Marriage is a journey, and I would not have it any other way than to travel it with Garner. He is my best friend, companion, lover, soul mate and any other possible words that there are for him to be to me. It has been a trying journey at times to get to where we are now, but I am ever so grateful that he has been so loving and patient with me. We are where we are now thanks to the Lord God Almighty himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;{Garner, my love ... thank you for loving me, being true to who you are, and for all that you do for me/us. I look so forward to many more anniversaries to come.}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590088485967322399-6122072097224137991?l=smalltownpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/6122072097224137991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590088485967322399&amp;postID=6122072097224137991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/6122072097224137991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/6122072097224137991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/2008/09/1.html' title='1+ ...'/><author><name>Kole Loudermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00799335854928239707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SPk856sc-mI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a4YPykAgNlo/S220/mybday5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3159/2808845571_2f685661d9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590088485967322399.post-1393139495501064739</id><published>2008-07-07T00:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T00:09:04.270-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michelle black photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='star bucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshop actions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='digital photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black and white'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magazine'/><title type='text'>Photo Shopping...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/smalltownpoet/2644818760/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3087/2644818760_39ec824470_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/smalltownpoet/2644818760/"&gt;SBux1HighKeyB&amp;amp;Wcopy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/smalltownpoet/"&gt;Small Town Poet Photos {Kole}&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have been playing with lots of photoshop actions... this is one of my favorite photos in a while now. It feels very magazine vintage, yet modern all at the same time. This photo was actually a collaboration with the husband. ;) He thought it wise to make the flower "pop" out from the photo, and so ... it is. :) This is also a free trial action from the "Michelle Black Hideout" in Flickr groups... called  HighKey B&amp;amp;W. So the action credit does go to her. :) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Thank you, Michelle!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to start doing so much more with photography... (sigh) I just HAVE to find my nitch, and get peoples attention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590088485967322399-1393139495501064739?l=smalltownpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/1393139495501064739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590088485967322399&amp;postID=1393139495501064739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/1393139495501064739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/1393139495501064739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/2008/07/photo-shopping.html' title='Photo Shopping...'/><author><name>Kole Loudermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00799335854928239707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SPk856sc-mI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a4YPykAgNlo/S220/mybday5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3087/2644818760_39ec824470_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590088485967322399.post-7596846924537910764</id><published>2008-06-22T10:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T10:25:21.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Apron Swap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/smalltownpoet/2596992044/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3095/2596992044_f026cc9b6f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/smalltownpoet/2596992044/"&gt;Apron Swap&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/smalltownpoet/"&gt;Small Town Poet Photos {Kole}&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I belong to a wonderful community of photographers/crafters on Flickr... it is a group called *Sweet n' Shabby*. The group is new, and when started everyone wanted to do a "Secret Swap." The moderator took and assigned everyone a partner, and as most new plans of action, they don't always go off without a hitch. It took quiet a while to get my apron from the person who got me, and to this day and hour I am not altogether sure that the person I got has yet received mine. And that makes me sad. I have tried to track it, but it does not seem all that simple. (sigh) But here is mine from Miss Eden... :) I happen to be in a great location this last week, and had the chance to shoot some photos. So here is my "Little Blue Bell" ;)...&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590088485967322399-7596846924537910764?l=smalltownpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/7596846924537910764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590088485967322399&amp;postID=7596846924537910764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/7596846924537910764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/7596846924537910764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/2008/06/apron-swap.html' title='The Apron Swap'/><author><name>Kole Loudermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00799335854928239707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SPk856sc-mI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a4YPykAgNlo/S220/mybday5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3095/2596992044_f026cc9b6f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590088485967322399.post-4568276905333802806</id><published>2008-06-03T11:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T22:17:03.568-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kindness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Sweet Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/smalltownpoet/2530439576/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2416/2530439576_369589cec4_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/smalltownpoet/2530439576/"&gt;Sweet Memories&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/smalltownpoet/"&gt;SmallTownPoetPhotography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;October 4th, 2006 and right at 8 months pregnant ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laying in bed, somehow sleeping soundly with my swollen, life-filled belly, I suddenly woke up to a giant pounce inside of me. At first startled, and then realizing what time it was [7-something-a.m.], I softly scolded the unborn boy from within, "geez, Levi!" Slowly rolling to where I could once again be comfortable, I lifted my t-shirt, rubbing and consoling him, begging for another hour of rest before I was too uncomfortable to lay in the bed any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up and started my morning w/ my prenatal vitamin and some orange juice. I wasn't really all the hungry, but overwhelmingly sluggish; I just sat around, drank water and watched t.v., and chit-chatted some with the family; maybe I even ran a few errands, but those details are a bit more vague at this point in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:30 p.m. rolled around and suddenly something dawned on me. Levi hadn't tousled around at all that I could think of since 7 something that morning. Suddenly I started to worry, so I called my doctor's office. They were closing in 30 minutes, and since I lived in Sparta and they were in Cookeville, they decided I should get ready and go to the Cookeville Regional Medical Center to be checked out in the maternity ward. I reluctantly dressed, and called my amazing friend Peggy to meet me at the hospital. Once I signed in at the hospital I got into the room, undressed, and they brought in the portable ultrasound. By 5 p.m. more family and friends were called, and I had learned of Levi's fate - he was gone. God had decided I was not ready for him, and taken him home. All I could think of is that he was now with his Gram's, my mama. And very seriously, this was the thought and hope that kept me from completely going out of my mind with grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet doctor and mid-wife were amazing, and gave me my options ... (1) go home and take a few days to deal with what was happening or (2) stay and be admitted, induced and deliver. The later of which meant he would be much more normal to look at once delivered. So I chose. I chose to stay. I took awhile to start dilating. I went all Thursday, the 5th, completely drugged on pain medication, and practically oblivious to the world around me. I went from 6 to full dilation in a matter of a few hours that night, and by 2-something the 6th I had delivered my sweet angel. My sweet boy - Levi William Cacyuk (5 lbs &amp;amp; 12 ounces), dark curly hair, cute nose and sweet perfectly rounded toes and all.&lt;br /&gt;His umbilical cord was found to be extra long, and apparently when he flipped around he was caught up in it; it was wrapped around his little neck when I delivered him. My family and I held him &amp;amp; took pictures, and he even had that perfect newborn baby smell. The nurses, doctors and staff were amazing. My family and friends equally so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, we took him to the family cemetery to be buried at my mama's feet. Laid to rest with his Gram's (that is what my mom decided a long time ago she wanted to be called when my brothers and I had children). I still dream about him, his presence inside of me. I went last week to put a little marker on the grave by mom's headstone. The shoes and overalls were my favorite articles of clothing I had for him, and the teddy his first present from me - all things I decided I had to hold on to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even to this day, I have moments when a muscle in my belly, for whatever reason, flutters and it feels just like his little kicks and punches. He is my little angel; my sweet boy, in my heart, soul and mind forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590088485967322399-4568276905333802806?l=smalltownpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/4568276905333802806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590088485967322399&amp;postID=4568276905333802806&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/4568276905333802806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/4568276905333802806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/2008/06/sweet-memories.html' title='Sweet Memories'/><author><name>Kole Loudermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00799335854928239707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SPk856sc-mI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a4YPykAgNlo/S220/mybday5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2416/2530439576_369589cec4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590088485967322399.post-1958099487199631019</id><published>2008-06-02T12:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T12:22:58.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3256/2544445964_cb7e3dd9b9_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3256/2544445964_cb7e3dd9b9_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3051/2543618955_550963f30a_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3051/2543618955_550963f30a_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3174/2544446924_fd950333fc_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3174/2544446924_fd950333fc_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3185/2544447944_37e194e70e_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3185/2544447944_37e194e70e_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Miss Mary ... she is my little cousin, and a bit odd. She is a hefty combination of "sugar &amp;amp; spice" meets "snakes, snails, and puppy dog tails," that is for sure. She loves everything from dinosaurs &amp;amp; horses &amp;amp; any animal you can think of to tea parties, dolls and cress-up clothes. She is also ADD ... maybe ADHD, I honestly cannot remember which on they call it, but in any case... she is not an easy child to always work with. I was visiting my aunt's the other day (her Nana's) to see my Mema, and Mary had this GIANT lolli; she said she was keeping track of how many days it takes her to eat it, but was sad that she would not be able to see it once it is gone. So, I offered to take a picture of her with it! =D My aunt has beautiful furniture and the perfect picture window with natural afternoon sun light. The focus was a little off, but I was trying to capture her quickly before she got ants in her pants and wanted to move. ;) Anyway, here is what I caught...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More soon as I anxiously await the arrival of my shabby/chic/vintage apron from my Flickr group secret person... =D I am so excited!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590088485967322399-1958099487199631019?l=smalltownpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/1958099487199631019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590088485967322399&amp;postID=1958099487199631019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/1958099487199631019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/1958099487199631019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/2008/06/mary-mary-quite-contrary.html' title='Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary...'/><author><name>Kole Loudermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00799335854928239707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SPk856sc-mI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a4YPykAgNlo/S220/mybday5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3174/2544446924_fd950333fc_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590088485967322399.post-5910936468892554626</id><published>2008-05-20T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:18:05.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying To Figure It All Out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a311/SmallTownPoet23/digidumpA21088-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a311/SmallTownPoet23/digidumpA21088-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel trapped? And not because of something or someone so much as within yourself. Everyday I wake up and wonder what will worry me today, make me anxious, or if I can find a way to just be happy - to live and let live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that part of the reasoning for all of this is due to my relationship with God falling and slipping through the cracks, and because I have pushed things back and  away time and time again to compromise for what I want or think I need; not stopping to take the time to see what He wants for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, it has only gotten worse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no one perfect. I am far from it. I let everything effect every other thing, and let dream after dream get squashed. And now, I can honestly say I am at a crossroads, and trying to choose the right path. My heart is sincerely torn in two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who I was once is not really who I am now, and yet I am not that far from that me like I want to be. Decision after decision in the world of free will has led me to the person I have become. I stare into the mirror and wonder if I really like the me that I have become. The answer for the most part is "no." And that is not for lack of anyone else trying to make me happy. I thought I was on a great road to finding and doing for myself, so that someone else could make me happier. Now realize that I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every hope and dream seems as far away as the nearest star. How do I get there from here? How do I deal with it all, and not get hurt or hurt anyone else tremendously along the way [without blunt force trauma being the result of injury]? I feel like I am going to implode, and that the poisons are going to continue to leach within my system and consume me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am ... trying to figure it all out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590088485967322399-5910936468892554626?l=smalltownpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/5910936468892554626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590088485967322399&amp;postID=5910936468892554626&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/5910936468892554626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/5910936468892554626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/2008/05/trying-to-figure-it-all-out.html' title='Trying To Figure It All Out...'/><author><name>Kole Loudermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00799335854928239707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SPk856sc-mI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a4YPykAgNlo/S220/mybday5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590088485967322399.post-6572160766311493376</id><published>2008-04-24T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T17:20:35.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here are more from my Monday out... it is really a lot of camera play. Nothing too serious. Just seeing what I could come up with. Click on each photo to get a clearer view. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3147/2439929344_307b0cca2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3147/2439929344_307b0cca2a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3050/2439105735_8b510f22f8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3050/2439105735_8b510f22f8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2165/2435079475_34e33cabf3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2165/2435079475_34e33cabf3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3226/2439105691_144829271f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3226/2439105691_144829271f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3063/2435079159_7375b1e663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3063/2435079159_7375b1e663.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2290/2435896312_836b530fe5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2290/2435896312_836b530fe5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2309/2439960140_03b7c6bb58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2309/2439960140_03b7c6bb58.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3130/2435079411_55e38a87ea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3130/2435079411_55e38a87ea.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2345/2439929372_bfcf2b7394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2345/2439929372_bfcf2b7394.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590088485967322399-6572160766311493376?l=smalltownpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/6572160766311493376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590088485967322399&amp;postID=6572160766311493376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/6572160766311493376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/6572160766311493376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/2008/04/here-are-more-from-my-monday-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Kole Loudermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00799335854928239707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SPk856sc-mI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a4YPykAgNlo/S220/mybday5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3147/2439929344_307b0cca2a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590088485967322399.post-2984064730757828519</id><published>2008-04-21T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T13:22:45.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Monday, Monday"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2179/2435079083_4579a895a2_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2179/2435079083_4579a895a2_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Life has a way of stressing me out, and I really needed this particular Monday not to be so "Monday-like." And, guess what?! It only started out that way ... woke up a bit too early for my liking &amp;amp; could not go back to sleep, had a few delays getting out of the apartment to get on the road to Murfreesboro, and then once we got out of the house I discovered that my keys were locked in the house. SO, we had to call Garner's mom and dad to come and let us in. We als&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;o nearly forgot to take my step-son's lunch &amp;amp; glasses to his school before getting on the road, and had to turn back around. But, once we got to Murfreesboro everything went MUCH better. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3152/2435896360_cea533b874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3152/2435896360_cea533b874.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I wish so much that I could have more days like this one. (sigh) But, oh well, such is life... "thank you, Jesus for this Monday!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2312/2435079331_5196f6a2c4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2312/2435079331_5196f6a2c4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Heather-Kole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590088485967322399-2984064730757828519?l=smalltownpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/2984064730757828519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590088485967322399&amp;postID=2984064730757828519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/2984064730757828519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/2984064730757828519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/2008/04/life-has-way-of-stressing-me-out-and-i.html' title='&quot;Monday, Monday&quot;'/><author><name>Kole Loudermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00799335854928239707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SPk856sc-mI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a4YPykAgNlo/S220/mybday5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3152/2435896360_cea533b874_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590088485967322399.post-3972950231851541900</id><published>2008-04-06T21:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:33:56.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Bring Me To Life"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/R_mfEY4K5oI/AAAAAAAAACw/ye0g3KHzAmo/s1600-h/bringmetolifeLGwlogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/R_mfEY4K5oI/AAAAAAAAACw/ye0g3KHzAmo/s320/bringmetolifeLGwlogo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186351343640176258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590088485967322399-3972950231851541900?l=smalltownpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/3972950231851541900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590088485967322399&amp;postID=3972950231851541900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/3972950231851541900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/3972950231851541900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/2008/04/me-to-life.html' title='&amp;quot;Bring Me To Life&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Kole Loudermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00799335854928239707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SPk856sc-mI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a4YPykAgNlo/S220/mybday5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/R_mfEY4K5oI/AAAAAAAAACw/ye0g3KHzAmo/s72-c/bringmetolifeLGwlogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590088485967322399.post-4345674367699579215</id><published>2008-04-04T13:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T13:53:26.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bohemian Thoughts (Take 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/smalltownpoet/2388434764/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2315/2388434764_07053e3d1e_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/smalltownpoet/2388434764/"&gt;Bohemian Thoughts (Take 2)&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/smalltownpoet/"&gt;SmallTownPoetPhotography&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590088485967322399-4345674367699579215?l=smalltownpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/4345674367699579215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590088485967322399&amp;postID=4345674367699579215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/4345674367699579215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/4345674367699579215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/2008/04/bohemian-thoughts-take-2.html' title='Bohemian Thoughts (Take 2)'/><author><name>Kole Loudermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00799335854928239707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SPk856sc-mI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a4YPykAgNlo/S220/mybday5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2315/2388434764_07053e3d1e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590088485967322399.post-6817832156365950137</id><published>2008-04-01T22:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T23:12:19.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Yum-O"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/smalltownpoet/2381724876/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3046/2381724876_8e4dc01ce5_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/smalltownpoet/2381724876/"&gt;"Yum-O"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/smalltownpoet/"&gt;SmallTownPoetPhotography&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So... I LOVE Panera Bread!!! And I have a sweet friend that works at one, so she hooks me up from time to time when I go to Murfreesboro. I bring my Lemon Poppy Seed Mini Bunt Cake home and have it with coffee in the morning after I get it. Needless to say, I have been playing with the Macro setting endlessly on my Canon, and HAD to take a photo of this beautiful treat!! =D Here are a few other shots I took, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait to own my own coffee cafe/book &amp;amp; photo gallery one day.......... =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/smalltownpoet/2380891329/" title="&amp;quot;A Li'l Bit A Sweet&amp;quot;  by SmallTownPoetPhotography, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3043/2380891329_1f1946d267_m.jpg" alt="&amp;quot;A Li'l Bit A Sweet&amp;quot; " height="181" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/smalltownpoet/2381724946/" title="&amp;quot;Breakfast With Kole&amp;quot; by SmallTownPoetPhotography, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3085/2381724946_c61f2283a8_m.jpg" alt="&amp;quot;Breakfast With Kole&amp;quot;" height="172" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590088485967322399-6817832156365950137?l=smalltownpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/6817832156365950137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590088485967322399&amp;postID=6817832156365950137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/6817832156365950137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/6817832156365950137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/2008/04/originally-uploaded-by.html' title='&amp;quot;Yum-O&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Kole Loudermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00799335854928239707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SPk856sc-mI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a4YPykAgNlo/S220/mybday5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3046/2381724876_8e4dc01ce5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590088485967322399.post-4622755131558539299</id><published>2008-03-30T21:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T21:16:16.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/smalltownpoet/2375101719/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2356/2375101719_6539a75bb1_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/smalltownpoet/2375101719/"&gt;Free Bird&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/smalltownpoet/"&gt;SmallTownPoetPhotography&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Who I am now is not who I once was,&lt;br /&gt;Who I am now is not all that I want to become. &lt;br /&gt;Dreaming, hoping, and holding out; yet, trying to hold on to the now.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590088485967322399-4622755131558539299?l=smalltownpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/4622755131558539299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590088485967322399&amp;postID=4622755131558539299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/4622755131558539299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/4622755131558539299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/2008/03/free-bird.html' title='Free Bird'/><author><name>Kole Loudermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00799335854928239707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SPk856sc-mI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a4YPykAgNlo/S220/mybday5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2356/2375101719_6539a75bb1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590088485967322399.post-9039277869032470067</id><published>2008-03-27T17:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:33:57.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Constant Warmth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/R-w8no4K5nI/AAAAAAAAACo/GKfcyyTkBnU/s1600-h/yellowflowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/R-w8no4K5nI/AAAAAAAAACo/GKfcyyTkBnU/s320/yellowflowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182583922882176626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I need warmth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Constant, unending warmth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Summer please get here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I need sunshine and brightness to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What's more, I need the sandy beach beneath my bare feet and the hear the ocean's song as it floods over my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Summer please come and stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Seasons are necessity I know, but I need more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need the daily taste of warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590088485967322399-9039277869032470067?l=smalltownpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/9039277869032470067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590088485967322399&amp;postID=9039277869032470067&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/9039277869032470067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/9039277869032470067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/2008/03/warmth.html' title='Constant Warmth'/><author><name>Kole Loudermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00799335854928239707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SPk856sc-mI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a4YPykAgNlo/S220/mybday5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/R-w8no4K5nI/AAAAAAAAACo/GKfcyyTkBnU/s72-c/yellowflowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590088485967322399.post-7996620472227842580</id><published>2008-03-24T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T19:15:19.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneezies &amp; Sniffles x-p</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/smalltownpoet/2362903690/" title="SICK by SmallTownPoetPhotography, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3171/2362903690_d9fa6de93f_m.jpg" alt="SICK" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this... I know I have said I hate cold weather several times in my posts now, but it is true. Mold &amp;amp; pollen mixed with constant weather changes does not equal a happy/healthy Kole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/smalltownpoet/2362163683/" title="Cuddley Curly by SmallTownPoetPhotography, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2248/2362163683_383fb5c09f_m.jpg" alt="Cuddley Curly" height="240" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/smalltownpoet/2362995554/" title="SICK DAYS by SmallTownPoetPhotography, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2048/2362995554_7826d2a99e_m.jpg" alt="SICK DAYS" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I did brave it and go out today... Garner surprised me with a wonderful surprise when we had to go to the 'Boro (Murfreesboro, TN.) &amp;amp; do some things today. He took me to &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.carrabbas.com/"&gt;Carraba's&lt;/a&gt; [Italian Grill]; only my most favorite restaurant EVER!! We also stopped by Petland afterwards to see the bunnies mainly. I am not a real believer in getting a dog from pet stores due to the whole puppy mill &amp;amp; inbreeding horrors that surround them, but I could not help but look at them. And then I wished I hadn't, b/c there was the most beautiful white &amp;amp; gray (blue) parti colored cocker spaniel I had ever seen. He was GORGEOUS &amp;amp; so UNIQUE in his markings!! And SO curly, just like my sweet &lt;a href="http://a613.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/41/l_528272a83597af7d204d98389bf4cce4.jpg"&gt;Luke&lt;/a&gt; was, so I HAD to hold him! We took pictures with the cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/smalltownpoet/2362195309/" title="Me &amp;amp; Fisher by SmallTownPoetPhotography, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2367/2362195309_d54c9f5aa3_m.jpg" alt="Me &amp;amp; Fisher" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/smalltownpoet/2362195187/" title="Fisher  by SmallTownPoetPhotography, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3030/2362195187_15da764b55_m.jpg" alt="Fisher " height="187" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So between the yummy food and seeing this little guy, it all made me feel somewhat better. That, and Garner and I had a beautiful day together! &lt;span class="uName"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; - HeatherKole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;**Oh &amp;amp; P.S. :: It also SNOWED late Sunday Night/Early Monday morning!!! ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/smalltownpoet/2360171916/" title="THE INK!! by SmallTownPoetPhotography, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3141/2360171916_b1faf650e2.jpg" alt="THE INK!!" height="330" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590088485967322399-7996620472227842580?l=smalltownpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/7996620472227842580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590088485967322399&amp;postID=7996620472227842580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/7996620472227842580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/7996620472227842580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/2008/03/sneezies-sniffles-x-p.html' title='Sneezies &amp; Sniffles x-p'/><author><name>Kole Loudermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00799335854928239707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SPk856sc-mI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a4YPykAgNlo/S220/mybday5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3171/2362903690_d9fa6de93f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590088485967322399.post-4949898732178760894</id><published>2008-03-23T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:33:58.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday &amp; Easter In One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was not only Easter Sunday, but Garner's birthday. We celebrated Jesus Resurrection &amp;amp; Garner's 33rd year on this earth. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had  lunch @ his mom &amp;amp; dad's &amp;amp; I threw a surprise party  at the  comic book store at 7 that tonight.  It all turned out great ...  Except that I had to deal with another stupid sinus attack.  (Bleh!) Anyway ... =3  Here are photos from the  festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/R-mm_I4K5mI/AAAAAAAAACg/euYwG7aHZg0/s1600-h/SurpriseGar1sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/R-mm_I4K5mI/AAAAAAAAACg/euYwG7aHZg0/s320/SurpriseGar1sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181856449911514722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/R-mlx44K5hI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mod5atFj1nU/s1600-h/Alex%26GarBday08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/R-mlx44K5hI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mod5atFj1nU/s320/Alex%26GarBday08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181855122766620178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/R-mlyY4K5iI/AAAAAAAAACA/W6IGT5xOtCE/s1600-h/MyGuysEaster08sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/R-mlyY4K5iI/AAAAAAAAACA/W6IGT5xOtCE/s320/MyGuysEaster08sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181855131356554786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/R-mlyY4K5jI/AAAAAAAAACI/XBnJ5m1M1mY/s1600-h/KGeaster08SM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/R-mlyY4K5jI/AAAAAAAAACI/XBnJ5m1M1mY/s320/KGeaster08SM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181855131356554802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/R-mly44K5kI/AAAAAAAAACQ/QNw-RUVa22c/s1600-h/UsOnGsBdaySM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/R-mly44K5kI/AAAAAAAAACQ/QNw-RUVa22c/s320/UsOnGsBdaySM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181855139946489410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/smalltownpoet/2360031948/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3123/2360031948_c31c94870b_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/R-mly44K5lI/AAAAAAAAACY/uy7-5M9xx5Q/s1600-h/digidump002SM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/R-mly44K5lI/AAAAAAAAACY/uy7-5M9xx5Q/s320/digidump002SM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181855139946489426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/smalltownpoet/2360031948/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/smalltownpoet/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590088485967322399-4949898732178760894?l=smalltownpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/4949898732178760894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590088485967322399&amp;postID=4949898732178760894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/4949898732178760894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/4949898732178760894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/2008/03/birthday-easter-in-one.html' title='Birthday &amp;amp; Easter In One'/><author><name>Kole Loudermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00799335854928239707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SPk856sc-mI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a4YPykAgNlo/S220/mybday5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/R-mm_I4K5mI/AAAAAAAAACg/euYwG7aHZg0/s72-c/SurpriseGar1sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590088485967322399.post-649269219951384768</id><published>2008-03-22T11:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T11:55:05.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Dazy Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/smalltownpoet/2352808844/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3032/2352808844_12362609bc_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/smalltownpoet/2352808844/"&gt;Lazy Dazy Saturday&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/smalltownpoet/"&gt;SmallTownPoetPhotography&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just sitting here, sippin' my morning cup-O-joy. =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted lately, so I thought I needed to do so. I thought I would post pictures from my cell phone this post. Some people just don't understand the love of coffee, but I swear ... I MUST have Italian blood in me somewhere. (lol) Between my love of coffee and their food, it must be true. =p I have a dream to open a little coffee shop/bistro one day; with a little book-nook and amateur photographers gallery , btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how do you take your coffee? I, personally, experiment all of the time. They have many yummy things to go in it. I have not yet acquired the love of it black, but I am getting there I think. (hehe) As of now, sugar free Smucker's caramel syrup and low-fat French Vanilla creme are my tastes of choice. So fill me in on your flavor loves, and share any interesting combinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/smalltownpoet/2352808904/" title="Sippin' Coffee... by SmallTownPoetPhotography, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3073/2352808904_3f9da200f9_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Sippin' Coffee..." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/smalltownpoet/2352808870/" title="Coffee In Polka by SmallTownPoetPhotography, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3141/2352808870_ed43e8fcd7_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Coffee In Polka" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590088485967322399-649269219951384768?l=smalltownpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/649269219951384768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590088485967322399&amp;postID=649269219951384768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/649269219951384768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/649269219951384768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/2008/03/lazy-dazy-saturday.html' title='Lazy Dazy Saturday'/><author><name>Kole Loudermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00799335854928239707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SPk856sc-mI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a4YPykAgNlo/S220/mybday5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3032/2352808844_12362609bc_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590088485967322399.post-5651605426064326461</id><published>2008-03-09T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T15:28:45.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Nostalgic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a311/SmallTownPoet23/BestFriends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a311/SmallTownPoet23/BestFriends.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss Cheyna. A few select people from the last few years of my life very much. Cheyna was the girl friend who always knew what to do to make me smile, or how to handle me if things were not going right. And when she didn't, she alway improvised in just the right way. We would go out for midnight drives looking at houses in the ritzy parts of Cleveland (TN.), play the music way too loud, visit my Grandmother on weekends and vacations, and just hang out doing whatever it was we felt like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have, very honestly, learned in the last several months not to mourn for people, but there are a select few that just stick with me. And, Chey, she is one of those people. I am trying to get over California, because I know that it will always be a part of me &amp;amp; who I have grown into; that one day it will somehow be a part of my everyday life again. But when it comes to people, it is different for some reason. I can and have let most people go; letting my mom and Levi rest with the Lord, letting all of the old school friends whom I know longer speak with fade into the black &amp;amp; white of my mind's memory box, but some are still just as vivid to the heart as if they were a part of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chey-boo :: IF you do happen to read this, please know that you are a very important part of my life, and that if we can ever rekindle any the good times we once shared, that that would be so wonderful. I both understand and realize that will most likely never happen, but I would at least like to make it a point to visit once a year somehow. Please get in touch with me. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Heather a.k.a. Kole]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other Girlies I miss VERY much...&lt;br /&gt;I want to see you guys, as well. I miss fun times with you both!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s14.photobucket.com/albums/a311/SmallTownPoet23/?action=view&amp;amp;current=heatherandamber010905.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a311/SmallTownPoet23/heatherandamber010905.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber Taylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April Ford Cross&lt;br /&gt;[ I miss your "Mama April" HUGS =( ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s14.photobucket.com/albums/a311/SmallTownPoet23/?action=view&amp;amp;current=april010905.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a311/SmallTownPoet23/april010905.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590088485967322399-5651605426064326461?l=smalltownpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/5651605426064326461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590088485967322399&amp;postID=5651605426064326461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/5651605426064326461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/5651605426064326461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-miss-cheyna.html' title='Feeling Nostalgic'/><author><name>Kole Loudermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00799335854928239707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SPk856sc-mI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a4YPykAgNlo/S220/mybday5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590088485967322399.post-8140714016663923055</id><published>2008-03-08T21:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T21:53:45.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream to Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/smalltownpoet/2317386587/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3074/2317386587_672e16796a_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/smalltownpoet/2317386587/"&gt;Dream to Reality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/smalltownpoet/"&gt;SmallTownPoetPhotography&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAKE THE CHANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fancy foot work,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Darling wand work;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pattern in speech, rhyme in dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Don't fly away little one;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Please give this all a chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The sky's the limit, but not at the expense of merely going away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Stick around and dance the dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Take the chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dare yourself to dance the dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dream a day dream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Find yourself again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Embrace and face the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Take a chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Your wings suddenly appear when it all becomes too much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You want to fly and get far away from here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hold fast to the the ones that surround you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hasten to what you know;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Listen to your heart, and feel the song that sings in your soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Embrace those wings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Let them lead you to things untold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Attach them to you and let your mind stay whole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Taking flight at any moment can only last for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be bold, show off those wings, and the spirit that makes you who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the chance,&lt;br /&gt;This world needs you and all that you hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;-Kole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;[Small Town Poet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" class="uName" &gt;© - 3/8/2008]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="uName"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="uName"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;**THE PHOTO WAS AN INSPIRATION, AND NOT OF MY OWN MAKING. CREDIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/WaterFallFairy.deviantart.com"&gt;WaterFallFairy @ DeviantArt&lt;/a&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590088485967322399-8140714016663923055?l=smalltownpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/8140714016663923055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590088485967322399&amp;postID=8140714016663923055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/8140714016663923055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/8140714016663923055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/2008/03/dream-to-reality.html' title='Dream to Reality'/><author><name>Kole Loudermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00799335854928239707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SPk856sc-mI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a4YPykAgNlo/S220/mybday5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3074/2317386587_672e16796a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590088485967322399.post-8722887573674219583</id><published>2008-03-02T19:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T19:41:05.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KoKo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/smalltownpoet/2306744916/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2390/2306744916_a8a87cc292_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/smalltownpoet/2306744916/"&gt;KoKo&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/smalltownpoet/"&gt;SmallTownPoetPhotography&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The weather was WARM, the SUN shining!!! It was a nice day. Yay!! Finally! Sorry for all of the exclamation marks... =D&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590088485967322399-8722887573674219583?l=smalltownpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/8722887573674219583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590088485967322399&amp;postID=8722887573674219583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/8722887573674219583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/8722887573674219583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/2008/03/koko.html' title='KoKo'/><author><name>Kole Loudermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00799335854928239707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SPk856sc-mI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a4YPykAgNlo/S220/mybday5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2390/2306744916_a8a87cc292_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590088485967322399.post-6712823084122511491</id><published>2008-03-01T17:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T17:09:04.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whimsical Chaos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thesmalltownpoetkole/1836417133/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2247/1836417133_ae0e131c6c_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thesmalltownpoetkole/1836417133/"&gt;Childhood In Dreams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/thesmalltownpoetkole/"&gt;thesmalltownpoet&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Alice in wonderland,&lt;br /&gt;Tilt-a-whirl wonderland,&lt;br /&gt;Falling into surreality,&lt;br /&gt;Stumbling into a rabbit hole that is vast and deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling out, reaching for something in the beyond.&lt;br /&gt;Holding onto something that is pure and defined in faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaos in whimsy,&lt;br /&gt;Pattern in the calm,&lt;br /&gt;Creation of organized clutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice in wonderland,&lt;br /&gt;Tilt-a-whirl wonderland,&lt;br /&gt;The veil of innocence crumbles and facade's fasten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;[Small Town Poet - Kole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" class="uName"  &gt;© 3/1/2008]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590088485967322399-6712823084122511491?l=smalltownpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/6712823084122511491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590088485967322399&amp;postID=6712823084122511491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/6712823084122511491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/6712823084122511491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/2008/03/childhood-in-dreams.html' title='Whimsical Chaos'/><author><name>Kole Loudermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00799335854928239707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SPk856sc-mI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a4YPykAgNlo/S220/mybday5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2247/1836417133_ae0e131c6c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590088485967322399.post-3813209999072368175</id><published>2008-03-01T12:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T12:31:59.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thesmalltownpoetkole/2303004114/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2060/2303004114_5461b205ea_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thesmalltownpoetkole/2303004114/"&gt;In My Heart&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/thesmalltownpoetkole/"&gt;thesmalltownpoet&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Life is so surreal to me right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have experienced the extreme ... from flat out elation to the most painful existence one could know. This photo can easily describe the way I feel right now. As I stare out into the abyss I see both endless possibility, and terrifying unknowns. God has a plan, I know it, so I try and hold on. I look to another day to make more sense of everything that has happened, and hope that I will feel more like the me that was sitting here posing in this picture for Garner. I was so happy &amp; alive, even though I was still searching for pieces of my heart after losing Levi. I just want that back.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590088485967322399-3813209999072368175?l=smalltownpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/3813209999072368175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590088485967322399&amp;postID=3813209999072368175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/3813209999072368175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/3813209999072368175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-my-heart.html' title='In My Heart'/><author><name>Kole Loudermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00799335854928239707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SPk856sc-mI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a4YPykAgNlo/S220/mybday5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2060/2303004114_5461b205ea_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590088485967322399.post-1716890590176092716</id><published>2008-02-24T16:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T16:51:50.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying To Let It Go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thesmalltownpoetkole/382140053/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/382140053_fa01e530ef_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thesmalltownpoetkole/382140053/"&gt;"Purple Sunset"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/thesmalltownpoetkole/"&gt;thesmalltownpoet&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm trying to let it go, trying not to long for what was. I look at pictures from my time in California when I went out to be with Garner, before we ended up back in TN., and I TRY not to long for it so desperately. Never-ever in a million years would I have thought that I would want to be anywhere other than Tennessee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the loss of my newborn son &amp;amp; a divorce, I threw caution to the wind, and went to take my chances in California and give my heart fully to Garner (as I should have when we first met). Anyway, that is a whole other story, and I don't want to go into it; however, it needs to be said that I never thought I could leave what I knew so well and my family behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I should have done cannot be reconciled at this point in time. I am trying to find a sane way to deal, to move on, but I just cannot seem to do so. If you have ever gotten into the "Guess Where I Am From" game with new people you meet, almost everyone thinks I was from California. And, apparently somewhere deep inside there truly is a "surfer girl." I left my heart there, and I cannot seem to find myself emotionally or physically - no matter how hard I try. Depression has set in again, and as much as I try to get it in my head that things are they way that they have to be, I simply cannot except it. Depression is like a snake, and it wraps &amp;amp; wraps its way tighter and tighter around you. California was/is better than any pill a Dr. could ever give to me. The constant changing of season, the ever-hovering cloud set that makes its way over my home-state, is a bear. Some days it is nearly too much to handle. I love Garner so very much, he is the love of my [earthly] life, and even though we did not have a lot I know we were happier and healthier there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, the intentions of coming back to Tennessee to be with our families, his son, and start a comic book shop; which is intended to give the kids of this drug-infested, teen pregnancy-ridden small town somewhere to hang and learn new hobbies, I don't know at this point if all that is justice enough for the move back. There is so much drama surrounding every decision it seems like, and the small town politics are enough to make you cringe. Oh, and not to mention the drama caused by others' around you, that inevitably leaks into your "bubble."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[SIGH]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know, people. I really just don't know. Moving costs moo-la and takes preparations, and then even more money once it happens &amp;amp; you get to your destination. I like my job, the people I work with, I like the comic shop people, too; but at the end of the day, what is there to be said for sacrificing to have a job you love and want that is never completely stable from week to week, over what is practical and certain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[GRRR]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all I have the energy for right now. Thanks for dulling your eyes over my whining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590088485967322399-1716890590176092716?l=smalltownpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/1716890590176092716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590088485967322399&amp;postID=1716890590176092716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/1716890590176092716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/1716890590176092716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/2008/02/trying-to-let-it-go.html' title='Trying To Let It Go...'/><author><name>Kole Loudermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00799335854928239707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SPk856sc-mI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a4YPykAgNlo/S220/mybday5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/382140053_fa01e530ef_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590088485967322399.post-4238735679186210680</id><published>2008-02-23T19:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T18:11:26.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing California</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thesmalltownpoetkole/451845675/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/202/451845675_0f7bf2c5c3_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thesmalltownpoetkole/451845675/"&gt;I feel your presence...&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/thesmalltownpoetkole/"&gt;thesmalltownpoet&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh how I miss California ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need sunshine, the ocean, the sand, the waves crashing against the shore; the incredible sunsets, the salty air, and the view.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590088485967322399-4238735679186210680?l=smalltownpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/4238735679186210680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590088485967322399&amp;postID=4238735679186210680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/4238735679186210680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/4238735679186210680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/2008/02/missing-california.html' title='Missing California'/><author><name>Kole Loudermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00799335854928239707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SPk856sc-mI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a4YPykAgNlo/S220/mybday5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/202/451845675_0f7bf2c5c3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590088485967322399.post-5632233716983503767</id><published>2008-02-23T19:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:33:58.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/R8n-ld0hUII/AAAAAAAAAAg/qr5boOx9YqA/s1600-h/Jan07Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/R8n-ld0hUII/AAAAAAAAAAg/qr5boOx9YqA/s320/Jan07Me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172945566625255554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Who Am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Real Name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Heather (a.k.a. Kole) Loudermilk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; 25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Birthday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; October 15th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Marital Status:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Blissfully Wed =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Number of Children:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; 1 (Step-son, Christian Alexander)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Home Town:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Sparta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Siblings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; 2 younger brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hobbies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Writing, Photography, Reading, Movies, Manga/Anime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Favorite Colors:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Green &amp;amp; Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Favorite Past Time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Going to the beach after church on Sundays in Newport Beach, CA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Favorite Writers/Authers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; C.S. Lewis, James Patterson, Karen Kingsbury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Favorite Movies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Sister Act, Never Ending Story, Annie, The Holiday, Serenity, Spiderwick Chronicles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Favorite Music/Musicians:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Acoustic/Blues/Jazz/Rock -- Sara Bareilles, Norah Jones, Diana Krall, Jack Johnson, Matt Wertz, Tyrone Wells, BarlowGirl, Falling Up, David Crowder Band, Point of Grace, Hillsong Worship, etc. etc. etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;To get to know me more, just ask, chat with me, come by my MySpace &amp;amp; befriend me. I love to make a new friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="uName"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Small Town Poet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590088485967322399-5632233716983503767?l=smalltownpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/5632233716983503767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590088485967322399&amp;postID=5632233716983503767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/5632233716983503767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/5632233716983503767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/2008/02/flickr.html' title='Who Am I?'/><author><name>Kole Loudermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00799335854928239707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SPk856sc-mI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a4YPykAgNlo/S220/mybday5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/R8n-ld0hUII/AAAAAAAAAAg/qr5boOx9YqA/s72-c/Jan07Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590088485967322399.post-2004544603332504382</id><published>2008-02-22T16:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T16:11:52.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Town Poet</title><content type='html'>I will start posting soon, I just wanted to get this thing started for now. =] Happy weekending my people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590088485967322399-2004544603332504382?l=smalltownpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/2004544603332504382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590088485967322399&amp;postID=2004544603332504382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/2004544603332504382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590088485967322399/posts/default/2004544603332504382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownpoet.blogspot.com/2008/02/small-town-poet.html' title='Small Town Poet'/><author><name>Kole Loudermilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00799335854928239707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wosAvPuyBGw/SPk856sc-mI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a4YPykAgNlo/S220/mybday5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
