<?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-6004666</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:17:38.038-04:00</updated><title type='text'>loopy apple</title><subtitle type='html'>weirdo, 87% freaky, klutzy</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>366</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-2381609647480315705</id><published>2007-03-02T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:06:49.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEMPQP9YGVY/RehnL_k2DOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/b_1lP0s8HEA/s1600-h/art+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037389638956092642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEMPQP9YGVY/RehnL_k2DOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/b_1lP0s8HEA/s320/art+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY DREAM:&lt;/strong&gt; That I could be an artist like the ones you see in the movies. You know the ones standing on the balconies of a cute little cafe in Europe painting the landscape. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WISH:&lt;/strong&gt; That I could see the ocean again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT SMELLS:&lt;/strong&gt; Like spring&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M GLAD:&lt;/strong&gt; That I live in the suburbs during the winter so when a Heavy snow comes I don't get stranded at home for very long.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M SAD:&lt;/strong&gt; That I live in the suburbs during spring, summer, and fall because I don't have a field to run through singing at the top of my lungs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I SHOULD BE DOING:&lt;/strong&gt; School&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY IS:&lt;/strong&gt; A day we should all pretend like we're six again and go out in are back yards and play. Making ant farms, or climbing trees, or swinging, or whatever you did when you were six. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I WANT TO GO TO EUROPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-2381609647480315705?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/2381609647480315705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/2381609647480315705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#2381609647480315705' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEMPQP9YGVY/RehnL_k2DOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/b_1lP0s8HEA/s72-c/art+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-5180807172330531946</id><published>2007-03-01T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T21:52:05.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Momma always said life was like a box of chocolates, cause you never know what your're gona get." ~Forrest Gump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta lova that movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-5180807172330531946?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/5180807172330531946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/5180807172330531946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#5180807172330531946' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-4903397779925499585</id><published>2007-02-21T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T13:00:56.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To all you cashier clerks, waiters/waitresses, neighbors, and any other strangers I come in daily contact with...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STOP  CALLING ME HONEY!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-4903397779925499585?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/4903397779925499585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/4903397779925499585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#4903397779925499585' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-5288332042577080111</id><published>2007-01-31T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T22:02:13.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Abhor</title><content type='html'>THINGS I ABHOR&lt;br /&gt;1. People talking to dogs in a baby voice, it is sickening enough when they talk to babies in a baby voice&lt;br /&gt;2. Filling out job applications. Come on do you really need to know when the last time I ate at your restaraunt was??&lt;br /&gt;3. Stupid people who say they'll call and never do.&lt;br /&gt;4. Geometry, how will it help me to know how to find the stupid altitude of a triangle&lt;br /&gt;5. Grammar, why must I diagram sentences&lt;br /&gt;6. High-heels, one of the remnants of women oppression in this country.&lt;br /&gt;7. Pop-Tarts&lt;br /&gt;~ I suppose it's a good sign when I can't think of any more things I abhor than 7.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-5288332042577080111?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/5288332042577080111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/5288332042577080111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#5288332042577080111' title='Things I Abhor'/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-115178051271792117</id><published>2006-07-01T15:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T15:01:52.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/29/912/640/DSCN0194.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/29/912/400/DSCN0194.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary and Mary having a staring contest or something!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-115178051271792117?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/115178051271792117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/115178051271792117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115178051271792117' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-115178030936652765</id><published>2006-07-01T14:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T14:58:29.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/29/912/640/DSCN0173.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/29/912/400/DSCN0173.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking like idiots during the long car ride&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-115178030936652765?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/115178030936652765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/115178030936652765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115178030936652765' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-115178022818465528</id><published>2006-07-01T14:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T14:57:08.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/29/912/640/DSCN0163.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/29/912/400/DSCN0163.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Whole Group at Selma&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-115178022818465528?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/115178022818465528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/115178022818465528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115178022818465528' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-115178012247021747</id><published>2006-07-01T14:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T14:55:22.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/29/912/640/DSCN0164.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/29/912/400/DSCN0164.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellen and me &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-115178012247021747?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/115178012247021747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/115178012247021747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115178012247021747' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-114624453791320639</id><published>2006-04-28T13:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T13:15:37.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Does anyone know how much of Genius I really am??? I myself didn't know until just a few minutes ago. I mean I knew I was brilliant, but not this brilliant. Which brings me to my next question. Does anyone know how to make peanut butter??? Well I don't know either, but I made some!!! Haha So I wanted to make these peanut butter bars, but we had no peanut butter. But I who is never bothered by insignifgant trifles, such as not having the main ingredient decided to make my own peanut butter. I figured peanut butter is made with peanuts and oil right? So I got out are trusty blender dumped some peanut and oil into it turned it on and *BOOM* there is the needed peanut butter. I was so proud of myself it's more sticky then the stuff you buy at the store but it works. Forget all those goals on my post below. I think i'll become a cook. Only problem is I really have my heartset on painting the White House orange.&lt;br /&gt;HEY WAIT A MINUTE!!! I could become a White House cook!!! As we all know the way to get into the presidents good graces is make him yummy food!!! It will go something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME (the professional cook):&lt;/strong&gt; Mr. President sir I'd really love to see an orange white house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr President&lt;/strong&gt;: Certaintly you skillful cook. ( then shouting for the whole house to hear) WHATEVER THE COOK WANTS THE COOK GETS PAINT THE WHITE HOUSE ORANGE!!!&lt;br /&gt;(then turns to me) just keep that delicious peanut butter coming!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-114624453791320639?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/114624453791320639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/114624453791320639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114624453791320639' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-114616526443735035</id><published>2006-04-27T15:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T15:14:25.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey I'm getting pretty good at this updating thing. Not that anyone realized it though.. because no one reads my blog still. Well anyways since everyone is so fascinated with asking me what I'm going to do with my life I figured I should just post it here for the entire world to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I am going to build some nukes and then secede from the U.S.A making my own nation where I am supreme ruler and tyrant.&lt;br /&gt;Then I shall take over the White House and paint it orange to end racism in this world.&lt;br /&gt;after that I believe I shall gather all the highheels in this world in one spot and all the highheel makers and have a big bonfire to end the cult of highheel wearers. REMEMBER SHORT PEOPLE ARE CUTE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Next I shall attack the pop-tart manufacturers because pop-tarts are pretty much the grossest food (can you even call them food) ever invented.&lt;br /&gt;Then I shall conduct an experiment to see how high of height you have to throw cats from to make them land on their back. Not only will it be amusing to watch cats fall from tall buildings but it will also decrease the cat population! I think i'll start with designer cats.&lt;br /&gt;This experiment will also have the added bonus of all the Peta people coming after me so I won't have to waste time hunting them down to eliminate their population.&lt;br /&gt;Then I will make it my mission to make sure every corner of the globe has real Cookie Dough Ice Cream!&lt;br /&gt;Then I shall probably elimanate the population of annoying girls who think Brad Pitt is Hott and go to see Lord of the Rings just because Orlando Bloom happens to be in it.&lt;br /&gt;After I've bettered the world with these reforms I might learn how to waltz or become a world renowned lion tamer!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I also plan to expose Dr. Jay L. Wile for the fraud he is. Don't get me wrong I love his science books and everything, but I still maintain the theory he's a fraud!!! If you care to know why and have a few hours call me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welp that should take me a few years to complete all those goals. have a loverly rest of the day folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-114616526443735035?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/114616526443735035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/114616526443735035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114616526443735035' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-114592132528823272</id><published>2006-04-24T19:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T19:28:45.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I WISH I WAS HOMEWARD BOUND!!!</title><content type='html'>So here I'm sitting listening to Simon and Garfunkel, and trying to figure out how Athenian government works. I pretty much have just decided it's stupid! All this junk about Archons, councils, and areopagus. Blah Am I just lacking in the brain area or is this stuff really confusing. Plus it doesn't help that different websites contradict themselves. So why you may ask am I studying Athenian government. Am I just a nerd that has nothing better to do. Well I probably don't have anything more prodcutive to do, but I have other stuff I could do that would be a lot more fun. So anyways I'm writing this paper comparing the Athenian way of life and the Spartan way of life to decide which one is more moral!! The problem is I don't think either of them are more moral then the other!!! Blah I would much rather live in Athens though, considering if you live in Sparta the males are trained to be killing machines and the women are supposed to rear killing machines!!! Plus the state decides in Sparta whether a baby gets to live or not whereas in Athens the parent has that choice. But ok you shouldn't even have that choice, I don't think either way makes abortion better, it's just it would be nicer to not have the government tell you, you have stick you baby in a jar and leave it out in the sun. Yup that's how they aborted their babies that or throw them off the cliff!!! Man those ancient people really knew how to do things. WHY IF THEY MUST ABORT NOT JUST STAB THEM WITH SCISSORS LIKE WE AMERICANS DO???? Not saying that either way makes it better, but at least the baby isn't having a long torturous death!!! So probably noone is understanding my rants! That's how confusing these cultures are i tell you!!! Oh and I lost my yellow highlighter!!! I am so mad about that, because how am I supposed to mark stuff, now i have to use my gross snot color green highlighter!!! Blah I'm such a dork. *NOTE TO SELF* Clean room. &lt;br /&gt;Well I pretty much know everything I need to know for this paper, except the  government part. Man I don't even understand our government, and I took a class on that!! I don't think politics are in my future, but hey I can live with that!! The only problem how am I gona paint the White House orange if I'm not president!!! Hmm maybe i'll just build some nukes!!!! Right me who can't understand how a simple thing like government works is gona figure out how to build nukes!!! Never mind don't think that plan will work.....................................&lt;br /&gt;Well I should probably go work on this stupid paper, please anyone if you understand Athens and Sparta's government enlighten me!!!&lt;br /&gt;That's all Folks!!!!!! (heh you gotta love that porky pig he just makes me laugh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-114592132528823272?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/114592132528823272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/114592132528823272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114592132528823272' title='I WISH I WAS HOMEWARD BOUND!!!'/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-114479423131780582</id><published>2006-04-11T18:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T18:23:51.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goodness I have to stop waiting till the night before my piano lesson to actually practice!!! It's a problem I tell you. Every week I have good intentions to practice a lot and every week a procrastinate till the last minute, but I usually get away with it! Oh well........&lt;br /&gt;So anyways about those pictures I really don't thing they're gross, it was kind of fun disecting the frog I know you all think i'm a weird science freak, well maybe I am! That's one school subject I actually enjoy so I took pictures because I thought it was cool!!! I know i'm weird I enjoyed peeling away the skin and looking at all the innards and junk.&lt;br /&gt;So anyways this is somewhat of a dorky post but what else do you expect a dork like me to write hmm......... Well I visited my sister at Grace last weekend, that was fun except for the fact that she's a tyrant, but I can still beat her up so it's ok!!!  Ummmmmmm I don't really know what to write,  it's not exactly my forte and I kind of hate it!!! ummmmmmmm Ok this post should satisfy everyone who's telling me to update!! Not that any of you will read this in the near future or anything, but hey enjoy the dorkiness!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-114479423131780582?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/114479423131780582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/114479423131780582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114479423131780582' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-114150321756802319</id><published>2006-03-04T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T15:13:37.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/29/912/640/Picture%20012.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/29/912/400/Picture%20012.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellen and the frog! (we named her Binky)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-114150321756802319?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/114150321756802319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/114150321756802319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114150321756802319' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-114150316732049979</id><published>2006-03-04T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T15:12:47.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/29/912/640/Picture%20011.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/29/912/400/Picture%20011.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frog Innards anyone?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-114150316732049979?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/114150316732049979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/114150316732049979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114150316732049979' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-114150293963088630</id><published>2006-03-04T15:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T15:08:59.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/29/912/640/Picture%20009.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/29/912/400/Picture%20009.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frog looked a bit scared!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-114150293963088630?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/114150293963088630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/114150293963088630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114150293963088630' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-113865628982662356</id><published>2006-01-30T16:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T16:24:49.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey me again. I'm home alone right now which is usually something I enjoy, because I can get a lot of school done without being interrupted. But alas today it hard to concentrate on school. It feels like the house is groaning from memories of the past when there were always 7 loud children here, making it so the rooms were never so quiet. It feels like any moment the ghosts of my older brothers and sisters childhood might pop up and ask me to come play a game right now. woo that thought can give you goosebumps. On days like this when everything is so deafeningly quiet you think about the past and then you just start wondering about the people who lived in a house before you. Who were they? Were they Christians? What happened to them? and thoughts like this is what makes it hard for me to concentrate on my school. I should probably practice my piano, but the thought of making noise in this house that is as quiet as a graveyard gives me the creeps. But on the other hand I have this urge to scream just to break the silence. Weird Huh? Maybe tomorrow I'll be in a more normal mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-113865628982662356?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/113865628982662356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/113865628982662356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113865628982662356' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-113659741345518806</id><published>2006-01-06T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T20:30:13.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy New Year World!!!!! well the new year started like a week ago but i'm a little behind the times heh. I'd post new years resolutions on here except they're probably to dorky! So anyway last night Isaac, Joe, and I set out on a great adventure to go see "King Kong". So that really wasn't much of an adventure since it consisted of driving to the movie theater, watching the movie, and driving home. Well anyways back to my point that is an excellent movie and i'd encourage anyone to see it. All through that movie I couldn't help but think what the originaly King Kong looked like in the originaly movie.&lt;br /&gt;My family also watched "War of the Worlds" which was a pretty good movie, aside from the fact that there was a little girl in it who seemed like all she could do was scream like a moron and the Tom Cruises annoying faky smile, but other then that I enjoyed that one too.&lt;br /&gt;Well Sadly my Christmas break completely ends Monday, meaning I start all my school. I can't really say i'll be sorry to see it go. Christmas break has been ok (except for a few bad days) but i'm ready for it to end. I'm reaIlly excited about next week to, because i'll be able to start Driving!!!!!!! I've had my permit sense before Christmas, but apparently it's against the law to drive until you've had your first drivers ed class.&lt;br /&gt;Winter Conference was really good and as we arrived home there was this huge 8 foot tall blow up Grinch in our front yard. Now all Christmas break I've been talking about how I hate blow-up Christmas decorations ( maily because i think they look really tacky.) So apparently my Aunt previously owned it and my mom and her thought in would be funny to give it to me for Christmas. Then my lovely brother thought it would be funny to put it in my room. So I walked in there and there was like no space in my room and it was really hard to get stuff out! Well it's still in my room but deflated because I got annoyed with the little whirring sound it made, so it's a little heap of deflated stuff and I really don't know what to do with it. So there it shall lie until further notice. If anyone would like a Giant Grinch just see me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-113659741345518806?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/113659741345518806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/113659741345518806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113659741345518806' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-113530984137189429</id><published>2005-12-22T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T22:50:41.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The time has come for me to leave another dorky post for all the world to read and realize that by reading this they wasted 5 minutes of their life that could be used in a more meaningful way!!&lt;br /&gt; Yesterday some strange guy came to my house and said he had to take a picture of my leg!! Why? you may ask could it be because my legs are just so beautiful that everyone would want to take pictures of them or because he was just some strange psychotic loser who was obsessed with taking pictures of peoples legs or maybe it would have something to do with the ginormous BITE I happen to have on my leg!!! Yes that is the sad truth I was out inocently running yesterday and this large vicious dog ran up and bit me!!!! So my mother called animal control so they could find the dog and make sure it didn't have rabies or anything just so she would know what it was if I started going mad and foaming at the mouth or something! So of course animal control had to take pictures of my leg!! Good news though it's pretty likely I don't have rabies. Of course we won't actually know till next week but it looked like the dog had it's rabies tags! Course my lovely brother who's name starts with an "I" likes to point at me and say I have rabies and ask me if when i'm dead if he can have my stuff. I tell you i'm loved!&lt;br /&gt;So nothing much else has happened here all i've been doing is shopping and playing euchre and pigging out. (a must on Christmas break!) All my sibling are home except Daniel, but he shall be home tomorrw night. I must say it's kind of strange having everyone home since i've become pretty used to being the youngest of 3 but it's fun! Well i'm starting to ramble (actually I think I started that a long time ago) so I shall end this post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-113530984137189429?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/113530984137189429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/113530984137189429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113530984137189429' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-113407835196163147</id><published>2005-12-08T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T16:45:51.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In case any of you are blind ( which means you probably wouldn't be reading this anyway) or hermits or something like that, IT'S SNOWING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;And my geography class was canceled because of the snow meaning i have like 3 extra hours today with absolutely nothing to do. How cool is that. Well I could clean my room since it's been weeks since you've actually been able to see floor, but what's the fun in that so I'm pretty much just wasting my entire afternoon away and enjoying it completely!!! Christmas is really soon to!!! Awww the season of fake trees and tacky plastic yard ornaments as neighbors try to outdo each other in uglifying their yards. How can anything get better then this????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-113407835196163147?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/113407835196163147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/113407835196163147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113407835196163147' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-113288897818807140</id><published>2005-11-24T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T22:36:11.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wellzers I hope everyone is properly stuffed like they should be!!! I know I am!!! It's been a pretty good day! A bunch of my relatives came here like they do every year and they brought tons and tons of food. That's always a good thing. Then my Aunt Phyllis, my mom, Hannah, and I played Euchre. Hannah and me would of won, except Hannah just couldn't play right today I kept on getting my 2 tricks, but Hannah just couldn't deliver. I tell you some people are so annoying. Hehe Jk I love you Han Han!!!! Then we just sat around stuffed to the gills (i've always wanted to use that phrase) watching movies and t.v. and all that fun stuff. Oh shoot I just looked at the clock and realized I missed a Charlie Brown Thanksgiving. Stinker Pot!!! Oh well I guess i'll survive without my Charlie Brown this Thanksgiving! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Birthday is in exactly 1 week!! Meaning i'll be 15 and can get my permit and can start driving!! All those drivers out there should watch out cuz some people know i'm a really bad driver. Crashing go-carts, golf carts, and motor scooters when i'm going at like 1 mile per hour!!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm wearing my hair in an incredibly preppy and cheerleader hairstyle right now and I have know idea why but it's kind of scary looking. I don't why i'm writing this I just felt like sharing that with the world! I'm such a dork I know!!! Well I'm rambling so I better go force my family to do something fun like run around the neighborhood screaming bloody murder or something!! have a wonderful remaining 2 hours of Thanksgiving Day!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quote of the Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mom: The guy at the store was really hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hannah: Hott good looking or hot really mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mom: (In a duh kind of tone) Hot really mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-113288897818807140?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/113288897818807140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/113288897818807140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113288897818807140' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-113218610033520474</id><published>2005-11-16T18:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T19:08:20.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm.... Not much going on in my life just school pretty much. So yeah I don't have that much to update about (well I really never do do I?) but I feel the need to procrastinate from doing a paper so yep this is what i'm doing. So I guess I'll do a top ten list.&lt;br /&gt;                                  Mary's Favorite 10 movies&lt;br /&gt;   10. The Incredible's (gotta love those superhero cartoon movies it makes me laugh every time  I watch it.)&lt;br /&gt;    9. The Matrix (just the first one)&lt;br /&gt;    8. Star Wars (only the original 3)&lt;br /&gt;    7. The Sound of Music (That Movie is a Classic plus I grew up watching it)&lt;br /&gt;    6. Cinderella Man (Do not be deceived by the stupid title this really is an excellent movie)&lt;br /&gt;    5. Remember the Titans (It's funny, sad, and serious.)&lt;br /&gt;    4. Lord of The Rings ( These are great movies, but the book is much better)&lt;br /&gt;    3. The Phantom of the Opera (The songs are great and it's a sad story)&lt;br /&gt;    2. We Were Soldiers (this is the only movie i've ever actually cried in I mean i've kinda of cried in others a little bit but I was actually bawling (sp?) by the time this movie was over)&lt;br /&gt;    1. The Patriot (I just love that movie I don't know why.)&lt;br /&gt;                                         Mary's Least favorite Movie&lt;br /&gt;   10. Braveheart (It's so awful and sad and every time I watch it I want to barf)&lt;br /&gt;     9. In Love and War ( It's so stupid why do people have to be so proud and just ruin each others lifes like that?)&lt;br /&gt;     8. Troy ( It totally ruins the Illiad by not following it at all plus it has Brad Pitt in it need I say more?)&lt;br /&gt;     7.Gone with the Wind (it's just this long 4 hour movie about this spoiled girl that just lies to everyone to get her way)&lt;br /&gt;     6. Sleepless in Seattle (It's about this female stalker and people call it cute! There's nothing cute about being a stalker!!)&lt;br /&gt;     5. A Christmas Carol ( that Movie always freaked me out when I was little I couldn't sleep for days after watching it)&lt;br /&gt;     4. Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants ( It's about Magical Pants!)&lt;br /&gt;     3. Cheaper by the Dozen the new version ( It just ruins the book by not following it at all and it has Hilary Duff in it.)&lt;br /&gt;    2. The Village ( It was so predictable and stupid)&lt;br /&gt;    1. Napolean Dynamite ( I didn't laugh once during that movie the entire time watching it I just sat and stared at the screen thinking how Idiotic has are culture become if we think something as mindless and pointless as this is funny plus it was never ending it just kept on going on and on and on! It has no plot, it has no Thesis, and it is so boring.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-113218610033520474?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/113218610033520474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/113218610033520474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113218610033520474' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-113123222816269453</id><published>2005-11-05T17:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T18:11:29.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leftover Christmas cookies</title><content type='html'>who was it that said it's the little things in life that are the best (or something along those lines)? Well I really don't know but I thought about that when I found leftover christmas cookies. Some might shudder and say gross but they're weren't left in the open to become moldy and bug invested. No they were preserved by being carefully wrapped and placed in a tin container which was then placed in that amazing thing called a freezer. I discovered them in the back when I was looking for something edible to eat. hmm finding things like that makes me wonder how old they are but they are still pretty yummy.&lt;br /&gt;The other day I went to the Library! I haven't really gone there recently i don't know why cuz i love it. All those shelves of books and books and more books yet to be read and the quiet peacefullness of it (considering no one talks above a whisper) although i do enjoy loud times to considering that's what i grew up in! 7 rowdy kids! But anyways i know this whole thing about the library is probably boring everyone to death if they're still reading so I think i'll change the topic.&lt;br /&gt;Today was Youth Group. Since you all probably know pretty much everything that went on i won't say much about it. But the picture i colored in was Beautiful. And Han Han your gona get it so tell me how beautiful it is. Except you probably won't be that impressed considering your major is coloring and sharpening crayons. Hehe I love you Hannah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-113123222816269453?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/113123222816269453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/113123222816269453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113123222816269453' title='Leftover Christmas cookies'/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-113024687854954230</id><published>2005-10-25T08:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T08:27:58.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/640/DSC00629.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/DSC00629.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to my mom. Her Birthday was yesterday and i'm going to be nice and not tell you how old she is. I'll just say she had me when she was 42 so if you know my age and can do math you'll prolly be able to figure it out! &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-113024687854954230?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/113024687854954230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/113024687854954230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113024687854954230' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-112656583117632890</id><published>2005-09-12T17:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T22:08:26.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mmmmmm chocolate. I tell you that stuff has healing powers! Seriously i've had a really really bad head ache all day and then I ate some and it took it right away. Ok so that could be partly due to the fact that I took some Ibeprofen (sp?) right before but that's completely beside the point!&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever scooped water out of a pond when your still in your pajama's??? Well you should try cuz it has got to be the ultimate homeschool experiment. See my mom and me went to get pond water for a biology experiment and I was still in my pajama's. So there I am standing by a pond scooping water out of it in my pajama's while all these people pass gawking at the weird homeschooled gal! Ok so no one really stared at me at least I don't think so but I still felt kind of like a dork. But hey what can I say I'm a homeschooled 14 year old that bikes everywhere I am kind of a dork.&lt;br /&gt;So Saturday was are Youth Group kick off! We played kickball and I almost almost actually contributed to the game. See this ball was coming right towards me and I got already to catch it and it kept on coming closer and closer when I finally my hands grazed the ball someone, who will remain nameless, bumped right into me trying to get the ball. I guess this person didn't trust me to catch it which was kind of justified I suppose considering I barely ever try to play the game cuz I'm kind of weird and I don't know why but it was kind of funny.&lt;br /&gt;After that I went to the Blackwood's bonfire where Tamara and Charity tried to teach me how to play baseball and hey I actually hit the ball a couple times!!! Of course it did only go like 2 feet!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday I was kind of grumpy in the morning!!! But then I went to church and listened to the service and it cheered me. Then my family went to Carianne's and Sergai's for lunch. Nadia is so cute is all I have to say. And then that night was communion. I really didn't want to go to that either cuz I was really tired and I don't participate in communion seeing as i'm not a member of the church, but it turned out I was actually glad I went.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and That brings us to today! This morning I had a my first violin lesson for the school year. This year I have a new teacher and he is like the gazilionth person in my lifetime to tell me I need to hold my head up higher and hold my shoulders back. Seriously my speech teacher told me that, for the play thingy I was told that several times, my granpa always teases me because of the way I stand, so I guess there kind of is a problem but you know I don't really think about my posture whatsoever! Oh wellzers. My mom said she's gona start bugging me about it now to!! Well I like him as a teacher so that's good. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well this post is getting kind of long and it's prolly been boring to whoever's been reading it so I better go gain more knowledge. In otherwords do school. adious.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quote of the post: Crazy is a relative term in my family!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joke of the post: How do you make a blonde laugh on Saturday?Tell her a joke on Wednesday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;verse of the post: A patient man has great understanding, but a quick-tempered mandisplays folly.    -- Proverbs 14:29&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-112656583117632890?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/112656583117632890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/112656583117632890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112656583117632890' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-112622383923103556</id><published>2005-09-08T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T18:57:19.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok I'm a gona try updating ofterner (is that a word) now!! But those of you who are so excited about reading about my life, don't hold your breath or anything cuz you could die if you held your breath till i updated again. Because when you hold your breath you can't breathe. Wow i am so wise I tell you I amaze myself sometimes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  Labor Day is the most brilliant Holiday ever invented I tell you. Cuz it comes just a little bit after school starts so you get that taste of summer, except i did some school but still.  Hannah came home for the weekend and Ellen came over Sunday night and spent most of Labor day at our house. Hannah and me are the best Euchre partners i tell you. WE litterly creamed, detroyed, toasted, and squashed Ellen and my mom at Euchre. Not to brag about it or anything. Part of the reason for that though could be that every time I play Euchre with my mom I have to reexplain to her how to play it but still...... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  Note to all of you people out there never watch the "Flight of the Phoenix" it is the most boringest movie I have ever seen in my life. Ok so I only watched the first hour of it cuz it got to boring for me to stand. Seriously I was almost in tears it was that boring.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  Tuesday I had an art lesson in the morning then that night I got my mom to take me to Dicks (which is the stupidest name for a store in my opinion and Galyans was much better but alas they are no more) and we got punching bag gloves. Yes I've started punching Samuel's punching bag that he never ever uses. It's kinda nice cuz I can just punch all the annoying people I have met that day. Except I don't really encounter that many annoying people so I guess you can say i'm wasting my life away punching this huge thing hanging from a ceiling. So anyhoo back to Dick's so we really didn't know what type of glove to buy so the guy there helped us. He told me to hit the punching bag as hard as I can and so I did then he goes "no as Hard you can" so I did again and it went on like that for awhile until he finally realized I was a lil' weakling and that really was as hard as I could punch a bag. Pathetic I know!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   Wednesday was a lovely day. I got up went running had a piano lesson went straight from my piano lesson to Spanish, came home had an hour to eat lunch and do some school then 2 and a half hours of W/V then everyone stayed at my house for an hour after world views then we all went to a 2 hour writing class then I had more school. Fun stuff I know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   That would bring us to today which is a beautiful Thursday. Pretty much all i've done is gotten to new running shoes they are so cool they're pink and black!!! And of course i've done some schoolio! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   Cross Country starts next week and I still haven't made up my mind if i'm doing it or not, but i'm leaning towards i'm gona do it even though i'm a really bad runner and have no natural talent whatsoever but heysi it's a break from school. That is if I don't kill myself on walnuts this year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   Right now I'm reading "The Hobbit" and I say anyone reading this post should stop what they're doing and go read it cuz it is an excellent book. Ok well i've read it before but that was a couple years ago and I don't remember that much about it. So if you haven't read it go read it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  So life goes on while all us little robots sit around and study such stuff we prolly won't remeber when we're 80some but hey that's life!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Quote of the Post: whoever said nothing is impossible, never tried slamming a revolving door....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Joke of the Post: A dumb blonde was walking along the riverbank when she saw this other dumb blonde on the other side so she shouted across, "how do you get to the other side?" and the dumb blonde on the other side Laughs and then says, "silly your already on the other side!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Verse of the Post:   For the word of God is living and active. Sharper than anydouble-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit,joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of theheart.    -- Hebrews 4:12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Song of the post: Time is Running out~Muse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-112622383923103556?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/112622383923103556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/112622383923103556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112622383923103556' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-112493302394483884</id><published>2005-08-24T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T20:23:43.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the 4 pups.And set about nailing it to a post on the&lt;br /&gt;edgeof his yard. As he was driving the last nailinto the post, he felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the eyes of a little boy."Mister," he said, "I want to buy one of&lt;br /&gt;your puppies.""Well," said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat of the back of his neck,"These puppies come from fine parents and&lt;br /&gt;cost a good deal of money"The boy dropped his head for a moment.Then reaching&lt;br /&gt;deep into his pocket, he pulled out a handful of changeand held it up to the farmer."I've got thirty-nine cents. Is thatenough to take a look?""Sure," said the farmer. And with that he let out a whistle."Here, Dolly!"He called. Out from the doghouse and downthe&lt;br /&gt;ramp ran Dolly followed by four littleballs of fur. The little boy pressed his face against the chain link fence.His eyes danced with delight. As the dogsmade&lt;br /&gt;their way to the fence, the little boynoticed something else stirring insidethe doghouse.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly another little ballappeared, this one noticeably smaller.Down the ramp it slid.&lt;br /&gt;Then in a somewhatawkward manner,&lt;br /&gt;the little pup beganhobbling toward the others, doing its bestto catch up...."I want that&lt;br /&gt;one," the little boy said,pointing to the runt.The farmer knelt down at the boy's side and said, "Son, you don't want that puppy.He will never be able to run and play withyou like&lt;br /&gt;these other dogs would."With that the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began rollingup one leg of his trousers. In doing so herevealed&lt;br /&gt;a steel brace running down bothsides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe. Looking back up atthe farmer, he said,"You see sir; I don't run too&lt;br /&gt;well myself,and he will need someone who understands."With tears in his eyes, the&lt;br /&gt;farmer reacheddown and picked up the little pup.Holding it carefully he handed it tothe&lt;br /&gt;little boy."How much?" asked the little boy. "No charge," answered the farmer,"There's no charge for love."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-112493302394483884?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/112493302394483884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/112493302394483884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112493302394483884' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-112368411348527143</id><published>2005-08-10T09:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T09:28:33.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well people have been telling me I need to update so I guess I prolly should! I'm at my Aunt's house right now. Nothing much is happening it's raining right now so yeah! Yesterday we canoed down the Tippecanoe river which runs right behind her house! That was fun except it was way to low in a couple spots!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-112368411348527143?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/112368411348527143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/112368411348527143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112368411348527143' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-112189141557261369</id><published>2005-07-20T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T15:30:15.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wellzers I guess it's prolly time for an updation! Good ol' corn detassling has started! Monday we this thing called roughing (sp?) instead of detassling. We were supposed to have an easier day then everyone else but we worked for 9 hours. The good part is someone said that you get paid more for roughing! Then we had to sit in the car for an hour and a half cuz we took Natalie home! It was so long so i didn't get home till like 6! Yesterday was just a regular day and not that long! Well today was annoying i mean it was ok till the bus ride back to Gray Seeds! I was sitting next to this one guy who I didn't know and first he told me I was ugly, I was just like wow thanks that's so kind of you! Then he kept on asking me if i'd go out with different people he was just like, "would you go out with that guy would you go out with that guy would you go out with that guy?" Then he sprayed cologne on me and was just like I did that cuz you stink! Finally I just told him he was being annoying and he left me alone, but grr that guy was so annoying! And yep my life has pretty much been corn detassling lately exciting huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-112189141557261369?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/112189141557261369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/112189141557261369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112189141557261369' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-111963038963194798</id><published>2005-06-24T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T11:26:29.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/640/100_0400.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/100_0400.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group picture at Burger King!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-111963038963194798?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111963038963194798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111963038963194798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111963038963194798' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-111963035476526786</id><published>2005-06-24T11:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T11:25:54.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/640/IMG_0926.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/IMG_0926.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car on the way home! ~sniff~&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-111963035476526786?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111963035476526786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111963035476526786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111963035476526786' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-111963031684341505</id><published>2005-06-24T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T11:25:16.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/640/S4011187.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/S4011187.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charity looks lovely in the morning. PLEASE DON'T KILL ME CHARITY!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-111963031684341505?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111963031684341505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111963031684341505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111963031684341505' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-111963021346976152</id><published>2005-06-24T11:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T11:23:33.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/640/S4010156.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/S4010156.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria and Beth getting to close for comfort!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-111963021346976152?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111963021346976152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111963021346976152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111963021346976152' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-111963018466945572</id><published>2005-06-24T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T11:23:04.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/640/IMG_0754.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/IMG_0754.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Annabell!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-111963018466945572?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111963018466945572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111963018466945572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111963018466945572' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-111963015096057090</id><published>2005-06-24T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T11:22:30.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/640/S4011053%5B1%5D.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/S4011053%5B1%5D.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me beating Nathan and Jenga!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-111963015096057090?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111963015096057090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111963015096057090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111963015096057090' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-111963011443410891</id><published>2005-06-24T11:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T11:21:54.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/640/S4010664.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/S4010664.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie, Annabell, and me!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-111963011443410891?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111963011443410891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111963011443410891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111963011443410891' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-111963008327872930</id><published>2005-06-24T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T11:21:23.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/640/S4010820.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/S4010820.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Blackwood and me supporting are governor!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-111963008327872930?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111963008327872930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111963008327872930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111963008327872930' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-111963000963125648</id><published>2005-06-24T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T11:20:09.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/640/S4010435-1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/S4010435-1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cool toilet sign!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-111963000963125648?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111963000963125648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111963000963125648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111963000963125648' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-111962992612683962</id><published>2005-06-24T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T11:18:46.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/640/IMG_0711.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/IMG_0711.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being camera happy after church!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-111962992612683962?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111962992612683962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111962992612683962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111962992612683962' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-111962974936572154</id><published>2005-06-24T11:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T11:17:23.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/640/IMG_0583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/IMG_0583.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The muddy contest. from left to right&lt;br /&gt;Haley, Elizabeth, Grace, Charity, and Me &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" 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/6004666-111962974936572154?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111962974936572154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111962974936572154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111962974936572154' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-111962971467823950</id><published>2005-06-24T11:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T11:15:14.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/640/IMG_0576.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/IMG_0576.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After square dancing!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-111962971467823950?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111962971467823950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111962971467823950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111962971467823950' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-111962968161112316</id><published>2005-06-24T11:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T11:14:41.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/640/IMG_0561.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/IMG_0561.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The painting team for that afternoon! Harry is in the back he bought us sunglasses!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-111962968161112316?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111962968161112316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111962968161112316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111962968161112316' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-111962962873180624</id><published>2005-06-24T11:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T11:13:48.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/640/IMG_0559.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/IMG_0559.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlies Angels after painting. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-111962962873180624?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111962962873180624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111962962873180624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111962962873180624' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-111962958425753517</id><published>2005-06-24T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T11:13:04.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/640/IMG_0718.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/IMG_0718.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Blackwood and Annabell!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-111962958425753517?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111962958425753517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111962958425753517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111962958425753517' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-111962954619327445</id><published>2005-06-24T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T11:12:26.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/640/102_0321.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/102_0321.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group picture at the church!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-111962954619327445?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111962954619327445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111962954619327445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111962954619327445' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-111962951449193790</id><published>2005-06-24T11:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T11:11:54.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/640/DSC01250.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/DSC01250.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charity, Beth, and me acting like little kids! &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-111962951449193790?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111962951449193790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111962951449193790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111962951449193790' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-111962946493294269</id><published>2005-06-24T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T11:11:04.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/640/IM001634.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/IM001634.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Mary!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-111962946493294269?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111962946493294269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111962946493294269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111962946493294269' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-111962941183429924</id><published>2005-06-24T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T11:10:11.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/640/S4010155.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/S4010155.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someones mouth I think it's Mary Hovees!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-111962941183429924?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111962941183429924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111962941183429924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111962941183429924' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-111809457763168352</id><published>2005-06-06T16:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T16:49:37.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm here at Echo and we finally started working today! We got here Friday night and Saturday we went to the beach and it started raining it was very sad! and Somebody *cough Zachary *cough* dunked and made me swallow so much salt water and it was really gross! So yeppers! It's ok though i'm over it! Then Beth sticks some sunscreen in my eye. I tell you I am being abused down here. But that's ok cuz I got Beth back hahah! I'm getting a nice tan to! My feet are all nice and white and my legs are tan. Beautiful. Oh Hannah you better have turned my application in or someone is going to pay when I get back! Okeday I'm done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-111809457763168352?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111809457763168352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111809457763168352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111809457763168352' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-111687721663687223</id><published>2005-05-23T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T14:40:16.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I suppose it's time for an updation!! I'm done with Ochestra FOR LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM SOOOOOOOOOOO HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Last Wednesday I went to Star Wars Episode III. It was opening night and really cool I laughed at all the people wearing the big Storm Trooper outfit I mean why would you do that?? Those things gotta be pretty uncomfortable!!! I really liked the movie except this guy sitting by me elbowed me every time he picked his drink up and each time he did he said sorry so incredibly loud. I was just like dude just be quiet and let me watch the movie! It's kinda distracting when your watching a movie when the person right by you is chanting sorry!!! But I really like the movie it was really sad!! And what's his face whoever played Anakin got acting lessons or something I tell you!!!! Okeday well maybe i'll do a long post later who know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-111687721663687223?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111687721663687223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111687721663687223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111687721663687223' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-111568860893905646</id><published>2005-05-09T20:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T20:30:08.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just 12 minutes!!! 12 stinking minutes. If I had just run the Mini 12 minutes faster I would have beaten Samuel's (my brother) fastest time!!! grrrrrr I'm a goin' to beat him one of these days I tell you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-111568860893905646?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111568860893905646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111568860893905646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111568860893905646' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-111550279421426227</id><published>2005-05-07T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T16:53:14.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE MINI IS OVER AND I RAN IT IN 1:56:12!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-111550279421426227?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111550279421426227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111550279421426227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111550279421426227' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-111531673244883602</id><published>2005-05-05T13:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T13:12:12.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/640/343853%3A%3B23232%7Ffp58%3Dot%3E2347%3D3%3A%3C%3D%3A69%3DXROQDF%3E232384988653%3Bot1lsi.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/343853%3A%3B23232%7Ffp58%3Dot%3E2347%3D3%3A%3C%3D%3A69%3DXROQDF%3E232384988653%3Bot1lsi.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary looking like she usually does! Sorry Mary I love you!!!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-111531673244883602?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111531673244883602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111531673244883602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111531673244883602' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-111517568083961506</id><published>2005-05-03T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T22:01:20.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I guess it's time for an updation! The Play is over I'm so happy!!!! And summer is almost here! just a couple more weeks of school and it's here!!!! Also the Mini Marathon is this Saturday and I'm running it. I'm so excited!! Running the Mini is so much fun training for it gets really boring and tiring but once you actually get there you realize all that work was worth it! At least that's the way it was last time i ran it! Plus the fact that it's really fun going around the Speedway! Okeyday I'm just really excited about the Mini!!!! Then this summer I'm prolly going to do track with Charity and hopefully Ninah!!! That should be fun! And Hannah's coming home this Saturday for the summer! Except she won't come to the Mini to cheer me on she's just planning on laughing at me when I get back cuz i'll be tired nich huh??? Well hmm I have better things to do with my time. Hmmm maybe I should quit my blogio I never update anyways! Well I just might!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-111517568083961506?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111517568083961506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111517568083961506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111517568083961506' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-111404999865351362</id><published>2005-04-20T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T21:19:58.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I DON'T HAVE ANY BRACES NO MORE!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-111404999865351362?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111404999865351362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111404999865351362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111404999865351362' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-111309795210201105</id><published>2005-04-09T20:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T20:52:32.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I guess it twould be time for another monthly update!&lt;br /&gt;                                        FOLLOW THE NORTH STAR&lt;br /&gt;well last night I went to this thingy at Conner Prarie called follow the north star. We had to pretend to be slaves and try to escape. Well first off we got sold to these one people that kept on yelling at us and 2 of them came up to me and 1 was shouting in my ear to get on my knees and the other was shouting at me to stand up! Then we had to go and move wood back and forth! Well after that us slaves went to all these places where they sometimes helped us. We went to a Quacker home and this guy was gona lead us through town, except this store owner captured us. Then the quacker guy said he'd give the store owner $10 if he'd let us all free so they talked for a while and then they decided the quaker guy would give the store owner $10 and the store owner would set everyone free but me!! So everyone else just leaves and they don't even try to rescue me from this monster guy who wants to sell me down South to be a breeder! I tell you some friends I have! Then after everyone left the store owner and the quacker guy are just like ok don't worry everything will be ok this isn't real. I'm just like no really! It was kinda funny so they told me that after the store owner yelled don't run and shot his gun I was supposed to scream then I go and join everyone! And for some reason nobody thought it was me that screamed, they didn't think I could be that loud or something! So I went back and joined everyone after being killed and we went to a couple other places and we finally were free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you could make sense of that cuz i'm not the best story teller.&lt;br /&gt;Well today at y/g we played volly ball and I tell you none of the guys have faith in us girls. They'd always jump in front of us whenever the ball came are way! It was very sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;song of the post:Meant to live ~ switchfoot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-111309795210201105?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111309795210201105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111309795210201105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111309795210201105' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-111297876407670761</id><published>2005-04-08T11:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T11:46:23.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 450px" align="center"&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; WIDTH: 450px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 14px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; WIDTH: 450px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #1f5892; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a title="Chose between..." style="COLOR: #fff" href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys.php?id=272"&gt;Chose between...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="width:450px;"&gt;&lt;table style="border:0px;width:450px;" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:14px;font-weight:bold;color:#fff;background-color:#1F5892;width:450px;text-align:center;padding:5px;padding-bottom:0px;margin:0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys.php?id=272" style="color:#fff;" title="Chose between..."&gt;Chose between...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;color:#fff;background-color:#1F5892;width:450px;text-align:center;padding:5px;margin:0px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Created by &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/users.php?id=bhappy99" style="color:#fff;" title="User Profile"&gt;bhappy99&lt;/a&gt; and taken 8071 times on &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" style="color:#fff;" title="bzoink!"&gt;bzoink!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Free movies for a year or free CDS for your life?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Cds for life&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;School or work?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;well it depends on what school it is see if it was Math then I'd definetly choose work, but if it were something like World Views then i might choose school depending on the w&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Christmas or birthday?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Peanut Butter M&amp;MS,Regular M&amp;amp;Ms, or Peanut M&amp;MS?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;peanut butter is one of the best things invented next to M&amp;M's the 2 together are GREAT!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Dozen Roses or 3 boxes of chochlate?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;prolly the chocolate so I can be in shape. Round is a shape!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Sandra Bullock or Julia Roberts?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Julia Roberts&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Brad Pitt or Tom Cruise?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Tom Cruise&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Vanilla Pepsi or Vanilla coke?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Vanilla Coke who likes Pepsi??&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;American Eagle or Abercromie and Fitch?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;American Eagle&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Driving or flying?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Flying&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Roller skating or ice skating?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;roller skating&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Apples or oranges?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Apples&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Paris, France or Florence, Italy?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Florence, Italy! They have good food in Italy!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Punk'D or The Newlyweds?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;um neither&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Jay Leno or David Letterman?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;David Letterman&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;New York or LA?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;LA&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;AOL messenger or MSN messenger?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Aol&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Jennifer Aniston/Brad Pitt or J.LO/Ben Affleck?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;um neither cuz neither of those are couples anymore cuz the people in Hollywood don't know what a comitment means!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Ralph Lauren or Tommy Hilfiger?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;can we say expenside?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;leaf raking or snow shoveling?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Snow shoveling&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;black pen or blue pen?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Black&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;WalMart or Target?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;the brain sucking coporation definately(sp?)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;picnic under the stars or horse carriage in the park?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;why would i want to do either?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;chochlate chip cookies or peanut butter cookies?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Chocolate chip cookies&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Kobe Bryant or Shaq?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;um Shaq his name is the shortest!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;basketball, baseball, or football?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;baseball&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Hiliary Duff (Lizzie Mcguire) Or Lindsey Logan(Freaky Friday)?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Lindsey Logan she doesn't disgrace the blondes cuz she's not one!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;French fries,curly fries, or tator tots?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Curly Fries&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Ben Affleck or Matt Damon?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Ben Affleck&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Phoebe, Monica, or Rachel(off of FRIENDS)?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Phoebe!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;color:#fff;background-color:#1F5892;text-align:center;padding:15px;padding-bottom:10px;margin:0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/create.php" style="color:#fff;" title="Create a Survey"&gt;Create a Survey&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/search.php" style="color:#fff;" title="Search Surveys"&gt;Search Surveys&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" style="color:#fff;" title="bzoink!"&gt;Go to bzoink!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-111297876407670761?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111297876407670761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111297876407670761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111297876407670761' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-111145205852862220</id><published>2005-03-21T19:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T19:40:58.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I decided I should prolly update again since I haven't done it for a while. I wonder if anyone ever reads my blogio anymore. I finished my Chemistry book for the year!!!!!!!! Yeah no more of that acursed stuff about moles and other chemistery terms!!!!!!! ok Just to let everyone no just cuz someone is running in shorts when it's 40 degrees out does NOT mean they are cold! It's soooo annoying i go running and all these people walking biking whatever they're just like " oh honey aren't you freezing" I'm just like if i thought i'd be cold do you think i'd wear shorts? Don't worry I didn't actually say that to anyone and I know they're just trying to be nice and everything but it is still so annoying! So the next time you see someone running in shorts do the charitable thing and don't ask if they are cold! Ok on to bigger and brighter subjects! I get my braces off in 30 days!!!!!!!!! of course then i'd have to wear a retainer which would cause be to spit while i'm talking but that's ok cuz at least I won't have a chain on my teeth. Sorry to whoever's face I spit in while i'm talking to them. Ok well as interesting as I know my teeth must be i should prolly depart from this subject!  So anyhoo last Saturday I went to a Musical "Oklahoma" and I must say it was good! Ray-lyne Kreiger, Jenny Hanchett, and Allison Cavanaugh were all in it. I really liked Jenny's red dress! and you know there were a lot of people there and I got to thinking i'm glad there won't be so many people for the play a lot of us are in. There will be less people to not be able to hear me cuz i'm not loud. I don't have Econ. for 2 whole weeks. I mean as much as I love that class  (sarcasm) it's really exciting to know i don't have it for that long!!! I mean it's a pretty good class and I'd prolly would like it except i don't really get economics. Oh and after Thursday i won't have Spanish for a week!!!! ugh Spanish annoys me so much! My Spanish teacher gave us this nice long Spanish paper kinda thingy to Translate to English. Oh my goodness it's so long! and i was working on that and I didn't know one of the words so I looked it up in the Spanish Dictionary and I was looking for it for like 10 min. Before i realized i was looking for it in the English part of the Dictionary. I felt really really stupid! but that's okeday! I only have to go to ochestra like 3 times this week so i'm pretty happy about that too! Yesterday i went to Mary's for the afternoon and Evie was there for a while. I don't know how this conversation got started but we started talking about how Mary was a pineapple and I was a lemon. Then we asked Evie if she knew what that meant and she is really really smart and everything so she goes into this long explanation i forget what it was but a lemon has something or other to do with failed experiments.  Well we were just like um no a pineapple means you're blonde on the inside and a lemon means you're blonde on the outside and inside. Okeday well i thought it was funny! Oh and if you haven't seen the short film on the "incredible's" it's called "boundin'" you should watch it cuz it's the best part. Bound Bound Bound and Rebound so in this world of ups and downs it's nice to know there's such a thing as Jackalopes around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;song of the post: Rich Girl~Gwen Stefani&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way I don't actually like that song so don't get any weird ideas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-111145205852862220?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111145205852862220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111145205852862220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111145205852862220' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-111081738975011986</id><published>2005-03-14T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T11:23:09.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHERRY CHICERDOODLES!!!! I LOVE YOU, EXCEPT NOW I'M SCARED FOR EVERYONE RIDING IN CARS! HEHE J/K&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-111081738975011986?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111081738975011986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111081738975011986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111081738975011986' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-111003456684016958</id><published>2005-03-05T09:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T09:56:06.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hannah:He ran away from school.&lt;br /&gt;Amy:~gasp~that's the bravest thing I've ever heard of.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;                                          &lt;em&gt;~Little Women~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;                                              Old Version&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-111003456684016958?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111003456684016958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/111003456684016958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111003456684016958' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-110955202506840082</id><published>2005-02-27T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T19:53:45.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wowzers i haven't updated in a while!! Well at the Talent show Friday Charity and me actually didn't do that bad on our duet! Wonders of wonders Miracles of Miracles!!!:-) My brother a couple weeks ago got his drivers liscence. ~sigh I tell you what is the world coming to when people who drive like he does can get their liscences! j/k Wellzers now that i've gone from last Friday to a couple weeks ago i guess i'll go to this Saturday! I went to this bible study that Emily Sturm and Ashley Rusk were leading and some people *cough cough  charity and Laura! were just to good to show up! Then there was Anne Cerbus's Surprise birthday party. Which was fun the bag game was fun cuz you got to watch a lot of people fall on their faces! hehe. OH and my lovely brother WHO NEEDS TO CUT HIS HAIR CUZ ITS DISGUSTING was home for the weekend and Happy Birthday to Isaac cuz today's his birthday he's now 19! Only 2 more years ICE!!! My family watched this movie last night called "Monte Cristo" i think that was the name! It was really good, but I can't really tell you what it's about cuz that would just ruin it!&lt;br /&gt;quotes:&lt;br /&gt;Sure you've counted all the rocks on your walls several time but have you named them yet?~ Monte Cristo&lt;br /&gt;Luke Hovee:Have you ever heard of the salt sea scrolls?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Blackwood:Charity you have something on your cheek.&lt;br /&gt;Charity:(rubs her cheek)&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Blackwood: No the other side.&lt;br /&gt;Charity: Rubs the inside of her mouth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-110955202506840082?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110955202506840082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110955202506840082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110955202506840082' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-110808248130536356</id><published>2005-02-10T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T19:41:21.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mother: There was i guy in my junior high named Leon Ginther and he looked like a Leon Ginther!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-110808248130536356?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110808248130536356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110808248130536356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110808248130536356' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-110781983324530468</id><published>2005-02-07T18:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T18:43:53.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I guess all tell the world about my weekend while all of you were having a great exciting time falling on your butts!! Wellzerdoodles Saturday I had a lovely contest where I got gold in my solo and my ensemble got gold too! And my friend the cello player A.KA. Bob the Tomato recieved a gold too! And she sounded really really good Luv ya bobby (bobby's a girl btw) Katie Bussel got a gold too, but I didn't hear her play but i'm sure she sounded wonderful! Then my lovely parents bought me milkshake and like right after I ate it i went running for 2 hours and I discovered something milkshakes aren't a good thing to eat right before you go running first off they give you cramps for like the first 20 min. and second off milkshakes aren't very filling so like an hour into your run you start to get hungry. Just thought i'd share that little piece of knowledge with all you runners who read my blog! Then I spent the night at Gracie Lou's and we watched a very interesting movie it's called "Selena" and they had some very interesting clothes in it! Sunday all you fascinating people arrived home sore and tired! And Pastor Keddie had 2 wonderful sermons! And sunday night I was looking for raisins and I couldn't find them so I started singing "Raisins Raisins give me my raisins please i'm half crazy all for the love of them" to the tune of Daisy Daisy give me you answer please (I don't know the name of that song) So my brother gives me the weirdest look ever and I was just like hey just cuz i'm singing a love song about raisins doesn't mean i'm completely insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;song of the post:Clock~Coldplay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-110781983324530468?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110781983324530468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110781983324530468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110781983324530468' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-110761342790949015</id><published>2005-02-05T09:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T09:24:23.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok I thought this was cool cuz i'm my actual age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 14 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#0000cc;"&gt;14 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-110761342790949015?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110761342790949015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110761342790949015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110761342790949015' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-110705039754674034</id><published>2005-01-29T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T20:59:57.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey we have a heater again! The new one only quit working like 3 times but its been working for like 1 1/2 days so hopefully i won't wake up to a 60 degree room again. Hehe that was a fun experience! Ok I have one question why does everyone think Napolean Dynamite is so funny? I mean I saw it the other night and I thought it was really boring and stupid personally. There was no plot whatsoever, every other line was "you idiot" and it was never ending! I mean it didn't even end at the credits it just kept on going on and on! I mean I know people think its funny cuz everyone talks in this monotone (sp?) voice throughout the whole movie but I just don't see what is so funny about it! And if anyone who reads this hasn't seen it yet my advice is it isn't worth seeing. Last night I went with the Blackwoods and Mary Hovee to the GCA homecoming! Oh it was a glorious basketball game where the score in the end was oh so close! Sadly GCA lost. But I did get M&amp;amp;M's but someone *cough *cough Mary stole all them! And so we went Comic Bowling with all of the GCA people after that and after like an hour Charity, Maria, Mary, and me told Allen we were going to the car so he was just like "ok I'll be out there in a minute" haha Right apparently a minute is 40 min in Allen's world but hey Charity and Mary had fun calling Laura and I had fun listening to Mary's attempt at singing. I'm sorry Mary you have BEAUTIFUL voice! So after a half an hour Mary and me decided we want to put this really weird Cd in then call Allen on his cell phone and hold the phone up to the speakers, but someone *cough *cough Charity wouldn't get off the PHONE!!! So then Tamara comes out and scares all of us! Then we leave and the next morning we got woken up to Mr. Blackwood breaking his bathtub! Okeday it sounded really funny! Wellzers I hope all of you can make sense of this boring scrambled post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-110705039754674034?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110705039754674034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110705039754674034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110705039754674034' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-110679246753809976</id><published>2005-01-26T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T21:21:07.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wellzers blogger hasn't been letting me post the last 3 times i've tried so hopefully this one will work! Wellzers i guess I lost but i did try to post something yesterday. It said hey its like 6 o'clock and its still light outside cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-110679246753809976?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110679246753809976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110679246753809976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110679246753809976' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-110661121655777731</id><published>2005-01-24T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T19:00:16.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEAH!!!!!!!! the ice is melting I can finally run without falling down!!! Wellzers i've only actually fallen down once on the ice!! There's a lot in are neighborhood and its really annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-110661121655777731?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110661121655777731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110661121655777731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110661121655777731' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-110653604030001991</id><published>2005-01-23T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T22:07:20.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grrrrrr are heater is broken and my room is FREEZING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-110653604030001991?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110653604030001991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110653604030001991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110653604030001991' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-110645293024957585</id><published>2005-01-22T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T23:02:10.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wellzers Cafe Cubini is over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-110645293024957585?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110645293024957585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110645293024957585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110645293024957585' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-110633891103222528</id><published>2005-01-21T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T15:21:51.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wellzers this morning was w/v and after people stayed a little bit longer. So I came in with a cup of water and then I saw Zachary just sitting there so I asked my mom if I could dump my water on him. She said sure go ahead. So I went and I dumped it on him and it was sooooooooooo funny had this like shocked expression on his face and I laughed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-110633891103222528?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110633891103222528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110633891103222528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110633891103222528' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-110627514546961193</id><published>2005-01-20T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T21:39:05.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NOOOOOOOO I WILL NOT LOSE!!!!!!!!!!!! So this is gona be really boring cuz nothing new and exciting has happened in my life recently but anyhoodles. Wellzers today was Bush's inaguaration (sp?) and my mom made me go to ochestra instead of letting me see something educational on television like Bush's inaguaral (sp?) speech! I mean it was the last time i'd ever be able to see it live! Wellzers then I had a violin lesson that was just glorious. Then the good ol' Cafe Cubini set up! Charity and me got Christie Straw to take us to McDonalds and get ice cream! I LOVE YOU CHRISTIE REALLY AND TRULY I DO AND THE SUDAE WAS REALLY YUMMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wellzers we were also getting ice cream for everyone that was back setting up for Cafe Cubini so there were like 3 people and we ordered like 10 ice cream related things and it was funny. Ok well I laughed!! Have wonderfullly Glorious rest of the night. ITS SNOWING I HEAR SLEDDING BELLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-110627514546961193?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110627514546961193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110627514546961193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110627514546961193' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-110618909177985831</id><published>2005-01-19T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T21:44:51.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok well i'm updating just so i don't lose the contest on the first day! So anyhoodles  Sundy night Grace, Mary, and Ellen spent the night and we had a glorious time watching Pirates of the Carribean (sp?) and scaring Charity hehe that was fun! Then on Monday we went to the Cafe Cubini set up and I had a glorious time getting attacked by Christmas trees. There was this one Christmas tree IT WAS SOOOOOOOOOO BIG! It was in 2 pieces too! So Charity, Grace, Patrick Blew, and me spent like hours on end (ok maybe a half hour) trying to set this stupid thing up! We finally suceeded (ok kinda) it was kinda leaning and falling down so we had to prop it up against a wall and it was kinda saddish looking! Then everyone departed and went thought own ways. Well when I arrived home I found out my cool aunt in uncle who I have seen for like 2 years got us Spider-Man 2 for Christmas! Wait I saw them Labor day weekend nevermind! So we watched that and it is soooooooooooo good. They also got us these really good chocolate thingys. Tuesday was and exciting time of doing fun ol' school! and Today I had piano and i'm playing a song from Pirates of the Carribean (sp?) and it is a really cool song! I'm not very good at it though! So that's been my exciting week so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;song of the post~Only one:Yellowcard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-110618909177985831?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110618909177985831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110618909177985831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110618909177985831' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-110485371954034554</id><published>2005-01-04T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T11:14:39.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Warning do not talk during movies at my house this results in wetness. Yesterday we had a Lotr party at our house where we watched all 3 of them. We had 2 rooms that the movie was playing in. Wellzers Charity, Grace, and me were talking a little during Return of the King. I mean we were talking a whole lot more during The Two Towers. So Zachary comes up behind us and dumps water on us and said thats what we got for talking. So we were quiet again but then we started talking so he dumped more water on us! So it kept on going on like that then Grace had to leave so it was just me and Charity. Well the movie is still going on but Charity and me ran upstairs and locked ourselves in the bathroom. Then we dug through the trash can and found two empty bottles of Shampoo and filled them up with water. Then we went down to the other Lotr movie watching room. And we kinda just waited there till the movie was over and we were so ready to get Zachary we were standing on the stairs just awaiting for him to come then my mom tells us that if we want to have a water fight we'd have to go to the basement or outside. So Charity and me went outside to get Zachary and by this time Toby and Nathan had joined him. So my mom locks us outside so Charity and me are banging on the door trying to get in. There's a window right above our front door so a couple people open the window and dump a bucket of water on me and Charity then Nathan and Toby come up carrying this sled full of dirty water and dump it all over us and run back down to the basement door and lock that door. So I had to climb through a window while i was dripping wet to get inside and open the door so Charity could get in then Jonathan through water at me but it got all over out tv and my mom said it was time to stop. Sorry this is kinda long but the actual water fight invovled a lot more then just that so..............................&lt;br /&gt;Wellzers Charity, Grace, and me got into this discussion about which girl is better from the movie Arwyn of Eowyn. So what do you think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;song of the post:Into the West~Annie Lennox&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.blogpoll.com/poll/view_Poll.php? type=java&amp;amp;poll_id=11303"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src=""&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;song of the post:Into the West~Annie Lennox&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-110485371954034554?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110485371954034554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110485371954034554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110485371954034554' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-110462239656147592</id><published>2005-01-01T18:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T18:33:16.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wellzerdoodles i'm back and not gona write about W/C cuz almost everyone who reads my blog was there. New Years Eve at my house fun.  So for New Years Eve my family usually goes and rents a couple movies then watch the ball drop at Midnight. We rented the Terminal and Surviving Christmas. Well I was really tired and I kept on falling asleep during the Terminal just cuz It's kinda boring! And so at the end of the movie I was sleeping and Hannah comes up to me and tries to write Happy New Year on my face I woke up before she was able to do that and I was just like get away from me you retard. So all night Isaac and Hannah started trying to write Happy New Year on my face! OH the joys of siblings. Then Hannah kept on pushing me off the piano cuz I was playing "Vulgar" (sp?) songs ok I don't think "Champaign Charlie" and "Hello Ma Baby" are vulgar just cuz one is about this guy who like to drink champaign. It is really really nice outside its like Spring!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-110462239656147592?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110462239656147592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110462239656147592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110462239656147592' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-110402324910026660</id><published>2004-12-25T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T20:07:29.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merry Christmas everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So anyhoodles I know I'm updating on the day that is supposed to be for Family and everything, but you see we celebrate Christmas on the 24th and go to Cincinatti (sp???) on Christmas to visit my Dad's family. Wellzers we didn't go for obvious reasons!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Plus i'm also updating so I can put one more Christmas Carol on! Well you know how everyone is always jealous of the younger siblings well those people are high on something cuz i'm telling you the youngest siblings always get beat up by their older siblings and shoved into snow drifts. *cough *cough Hannah! Ok this is really boring post just cuz i'm mainly posting so I can put this song on! I know its awful I have a song Clay Aiken sings on here, but it was the best winter wonderland song I could find. even though its not that good. grrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;song of the post: Winter Wonderland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-110402324910026660?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110402324910026660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110402324910026660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110402324910026660' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-110363842123046637</id><published>2004-12-21T08:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T09:16:30.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>awwwwwwww the Joys of Christmas. The food, the gift giving and the one thing that can bring the whole family together............... beating me up! All I did was sit very nicely on Hannah's legs, and she came at me with that wild look in her eyes! Then Isaac came and they tied me up then made me walk down the stairs with my legs tied up so it was more like i was hopping and then I had to go back up! It was not very kind let me tell you! And all that time my mom was justing sitting there watching old family videos prolly wishing for the time when we were once quiet! So anyways I haven't updated for awhile. Friday night Ellen, Maria, Charity, and Mary H. spent the night. We watched Simon Birch and in the middle of it Maria starts sobbing! Ok she was laughing and crying at the same time, but it was really funny I mean it was really sad, but not that sad! And what else we did is a secret so yeah! Yesterday we had are world views movie watching party thingy. OH my word the Wizard of Oz is so retarded. "If I can't find my hearts desire in my back hard then it wasn't missing at all." Can someone explain to me what that means?!?!?!?! Hey I'm done with all my Christmas shopping!!!! YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH yeah happy Belated Birthday to Grace, Charlotte, and Mary! they were on the 14th and 15th. Daniel is coming home tomorrow so that means more people to beat me up. ~sigh the troubles of the youngest child! and people think the middle child has trouble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;song of the post~God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-110363842123046637?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110363842123046637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110363842123046637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110363842123046637' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-110331659986816045</id><published>2004-12-17T15:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T15:49:59.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christmas is the weirdest time of the year. When else do you sit in front of a dead tree in your living room, eating candy out of your sock!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-110331659986816045?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110331659986816045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110331659986816045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110331659986816045' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-110247025373611629</id><published>2004-12-07T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T20:48:06.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well since everyone else has made a quiz i've decided to be a faithful little follower and make one myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/yourquiz.php?quizname=041207204156-798966"&gt;http://www.quizyourfriends.com/yourquiz.php?quizname=041207204156-798966&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-110247025373611629?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110247025373611629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110247025373611629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110247025373611629' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-110221052104627694</id><published>2004-12-04T20:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T20:35:21.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my first Youth Group event and that was ok. I mean it was kinda fun but well we played this one game where you unwrapped a present and under each layer there was something silly for you to do, and it was kinda annoying cuz everyone was acting like oh this is stupid its not fun, and if i do something like that it'll ruin my reputation and I mean it could've been fun if people actually tried to have fun. I don't know maybe i'm being a bit unfair since this was my first Y/G event or maybe everyone was tired and i'm sorry if this offends anyone but i just don't see why its a big deal to talk in an accent or tell 3 things that Q.P whatever stands for.&lt;br /&gt;Ok so after that I went to the Blackwoods and spent the night and that was sooooooooooooooooo much fun! We made breakfast for everyone and talked to Grace, and I got to play with the kitties. Then I came home and went running with Ninah! Then Ninah, Cassie, and I went shopping and I got Hannah part of her Christmas present and Grace and Ellen their Birthday presents and that was fun. So that was my exciting weekend. And I hope I don't offend anyone with this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;song of the post: Rudolph the Red noise Reindeer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-110221052104627694?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110221052104627694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110221052104627694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110221052104627694' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-110177459927165401</id><published>2004-11-29T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T19:29:59.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>History has been made this very day my brother Joseph (middle name i will not put in here on account that he will kill me if i do) Ray has shaved his beard today!!!!!!!!! As shocking as this is to believe it is true! And i got my ears pieced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-110177459927165401?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110177459927165401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110177459927165401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110177459927165401' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-110159645586803550</id><published>2004-11-27T17:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T18:00:55.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR LIZZY LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR ELLEN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LIZ IS 14 TODAY AND ELLEN IS 15&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-110159645586803550?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110159645586803550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110159645586803550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110159645586803550' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-110149374448544129</id><published>2004-11-26T13:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T13:29:04.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How is everyone on this fine and glorious day where there happens to be NO school!! How was everyone's Thanksgiving! Mine was pretty good my aunt and uncle and cousin then my other aunt came, Daniel, Samuel, Hannah, and Isaac came home too. We watched of course the football game then "Arsnic (sp??) and Old Lace" I thought it was a kind of dumb movie but the adults thought it was hilarious it's really old too. And my aunt brought these really good brownies with white chocolate on top. Ok i'm not going to talk about food. I sent my mini thingy in this week so i'm signed up! yeah!!!!!!!! And grace and me are prolly going to get my ears pieced on Monday! and i might go shopping with Mary and Ellen later today yeah. OH yeah I PAINTED MY ROOM ORANGE AND RED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OK i painted it back when everyone was on the FMP but i wasn't allowed to post it on my blog cuz my mom didn't want Hannah to know until she saw it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;song of the post: somewhere over the rainbow~Impellitteri&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-110149374448544129?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110149374448544129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110149374448544129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110149374448544129' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-110116816072296346</id><published>2004-11-22T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T19:02:40.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow i'm actually updating twice in one week! THANKSGIVING IS THIS THURSDAY!!!!!!!!!!! that means two whole days with no school!!!!!!! Yeah. Samuel, Hannah, and Isaac are coming home to!!!! So are house won't be sooooooooooooooooooo boring anymore Daniel's not though ~sniff sniff~ Well last Saturday was the Regional Cross Country meet. I took almost a minute off my 4K time yeah!!! But I didn't advance but thats ok cuz now i don't have to get up at 5:30 drive 2 plus hours to run a 4K and then drive all the way back again! Plus there's always next year so oh well I didn't make! Ok the meet was fun Hannah lived like half an hour away from where it was being held and so she drove down and Charity was there cuz she's a weirdo! Plus a got to use the video camera we got my dad for his birthday! That thing is so much fun!!!! except i'm not very good at using it hehe. Later the Blackwoods came over and we did some filming That was sooooooooooo much fun. It was really funny cuz we're fighting these ghosts so you can't see ghosts  so we're just punching and kicking the air and it was sooooooooooo funny! I started laughing in the middle of it! then we watched all of it! IT WAS SOOOOOOOOOOOO FUNNY!!!!!!! Then we watched the cross country stuff and Joseph, Zachary, and Allen were laughing at my filming job, but see i had an excuse cuz everything was really blurry cuz I didn't realize my eye was only half way on the eye thingy you look out of so yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: On the big screen you want to make sure everyone can understand what your saying.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: And the chances of this movie going to theaters is?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey what happened to supportive parents?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: They got replaced with realistic ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i thought that conversation was funny! Oh did I mention Thanksgiving is this week!! Ok i'm just really excited about Thanksgiving! Well cross country today was really easy we just did a long run! We were running and the Whittens and let me tell you there was some lovely mud we had to run through and it gave my socks a beautistic aroma! Oh and I don't have to do any chemistry or history this week! And I don't have government or spanish!! Isaac is coming home tomorrow and Hannah is coming home Wednesday and i'm not sure when Samuel is coming home! ok i hope you can tell what i've said without hurting your brains to much. Cheerio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;song of the post:Anthem~Good Charlotte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-110116816072296346?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110116816072296346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110116816072296346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110116816072296346' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-110074692034485623</id><published>2004-11-17T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T22:02:00.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wellzers updating once a week isn't so bad. Yesterday was World Views and Charity and Maria stayed after cuz their brothers had a class so yeah. And then Maria left to go clogging and and Charity stayed and If you want to read about it just go to &lt;a href="www.athleticallychallengedgurl.blogspot.com"&gt;Charity's&lt;/a&gt; blog cuz I really don't feel like writing about it. This SaturdayI have a race and Charity wants to go I really don't know why but I don't mind cuz it won't be as boring not that I don't want to go to the race or anything i mean I do but they're kinda boring. Today I had a government class and I actually liked the paper I wrote! yeah. ummmmm i'm really tired right now Sunday there was a Fellowship lunch and my table got to go first hahaha. I'm telling whenever the Blackwoods are gone my table always gets to go first. Well whenever Charity is gone. Sorry Charity. Wellzers I know this is a really short and boring post but i'm tired and have school to do so maybe i'll update later this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;song of the post: Sonatina Op. 20 No. 2~ Friedrich Kuhlau&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-110074692034485623?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110074692034485623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110074692034485623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110074692034485623' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-110014179227384310</id><published>2004-11-10T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T21:56:32.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok Someday i'm going to start updating more.....maybe. So Thursday I had Spanish. Oh my word that was the worse class ever i felt like I didn't know anything about Spanish, and it was just really really bad. Then I had a violin lesson, where my teacher put twist ties on my bow and made me put my upper arm against the wall so i couldn't play at the tip of the bow or move the upper half of my arm. You gotta love lessons like that! Then Friday was finally here AT LAST! Well I went to this junior youth group thingy at the Hanson's. We played some games and did other stuff! Then Saturday I got to stay home all day and do nothing. Sunday I went to church and in Sunday School we watched a movie about a little girl kissing a frog. Ok there was bit more then that about the movie it was about evolution, but i really couldn't understand it cuz the guy in it talked really fast, quietly, and slured all his words so........... yeah. Monday i did my lovely school and cross country and Tuesday I had a lovely Veterans Day concert where I messed up at least 10 times, but oh well the band drowned the ochestra out anyways. Then there was World Views! yeah world views (sarcasm) ok its reallly not bad and i don't mind it at all i mean i get to see everyone and stuff. Then today I had a piano lesson, cross country and govt/econ. Well after ochestra Ellen came over cuz today is her dad's 60th birthday so him and Mrs. Edwards went and did something special for it and Ellen came over here so we could take her to cross country. We did some World Views and stuff. Then at cross country we did a bunch of oh i forget what they're called but you run like a certain amount fast and then rest then run another amount fast and rest and so on until your done. Then beloved old Govt/econ. Well we got grades back on our papers and I refuse to share my grades with the rest of the world. We talked about the Declaration of Independence and all that fun stuff! And that was pretty much my life fascinating I know. Oh by the way if anyones interest, "The latest survey shows that 3 out of 4 people make up 75% of the world's population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;song of the post:Rain~Dana Glover&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-110014179227384310?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110014179227384310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/110014179227384310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110014179227384310' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-109953614157913627</id><published>2004-11-03T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T21:42:21.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah Bush Won! Last night we had an election party that we invited the whole church to and we had Flipper playing. That was fun! Oh we also had salsa doritos Yummy. World Views also started yesterday. Bla school. So anyways last weekend the Blackwoods stayed at are house and on Saturday we went to a hayride and NS. Then Sunday was a really good. I love Sunday I get to sleep in a extra hour go to church come home eat sleep go to church again and no one can call me lazy! Sunday night my mom and me went for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom:Anyone want to go for a walk&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Its Halloween its dangerous to walk Halloween night.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey with mom's effective glare what's to be scared of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well on Monday I had cross country which was fun. We had it at Mrs. Whittens house man I like running there so much more cuz there's no walnuts. Then Tuesday was World Views and election party! where we played tag and sat around and discussed what game to play. Today was piano and govt. oh bla. SO we had to write a paper at the end well I wasn't exactly sure what we were supposed to be writing about so my paper is really really really bad i'm sure. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;song of the post:Allstars~Smashmouth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-109953614157913627?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/109953614157913627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/109953614157913627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109953614157913627' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-109908358863488889</id><published>2004-10-29T15:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T15:59:48.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grr I just had this nice long post written out and it erased so this is going to be really quick. Well I GET TO RUN AGAIN!!!!!!!! YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!! but i have to wear my aircast thing, and it gave me a blister on the bottom of my foot. Grace I now have sympathy for you and your blister. The other day at cross country we were playing soccer, except we were throwing the ball around so the little kids wouldn't get hurt, but most of them got hurt anyways. Well I didn't really get what we were doing so I wasn't paying attentiong to the game. The ball came right at me and landed right in front of me and I was just like oh I prolly should of caught that. So the ball came at me a second time and I was so ready to catch it, but I guess Nick Whitten did't trust me to catch it so he jumps out in front of me and lands on my leg. Gov/econ started and we have to write a paper at the end of every class which is really bad cuz I'm not the best writer in the world which you've prolly figured out by reading my blog I have to work a long time to make a paper good. Well we only have about 15 min. to write a paper. And the first one I started writing about something different then we were supposed to and then I read through what I had written and realized it wasn't what i was supposed to be writing about so  i had to erase all that and start over and by that time I had like 5 min. left. wowzers I wrote a really bad paper. On Wednesday my mom Rebekah, and I went to see "Chestnut" at the Heartland film festival. Its about these 2 girls who are trying to hide a dog. Well the dog get stabbed by these robbers so he's dying. This on guy was just like "That dog save my life. Don't worry I got the best vet in town if he can be saved he can save him." Then the vet comes out and was just like "he's lost a lot of blood I don't know if he'll survive" And I started laughing there. Then I look over at my mom and she's crying her eyes out and that just makes me laugh more. Then Rebekah and my mom start elbowing me and I start laughing more. So i'm trying really hard to not make any sounds cuz i'm sure there's a bunch of other people crying in the theater. So I start snorting cuz i'm laughing so hard but trying not to. It was really bad. well I hope this makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;song of the post~there's gotta be more to life: Stacie Orrico&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-109908358863488889?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/109908358863488889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/109908358863488889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109908358863488889' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-109796703386936612</id><published>2004-10-16T17:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T17:50:33.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just want everyone to know that my mom actually admitted to liking Charity!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-109796703386936612?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/109796703386936612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/109796703386936612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109796703386936612' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-109776100433283858</id><published>2004-10-14T08:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T08:36:44.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>go &lt;a href="http://www.ifilm.com/ifilmdetail/2651184"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and click on play video at 200k. Watch through all the credits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-109776100433283858?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/109776100433283858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/109776100433283858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109776100433283858' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-109771321146593408</id><published>2004-10-13T19:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T19:36:02.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>11 MORE DAYS TILL I CAN RUN!!!!!!!!!!!!! ok anyhoodles last weekend we had are end of corn detassleing party like 3 months after it actually ended! that was tons of fun. OK guys I know fire hydrants aren't yellow labs, but it was really really dark out. On Saturday we walked to Walgreens and Target. Wellzers if anyone tells you the story about me nearly getting hit by a car they are exagerating. See what happened was I dress up as a tourist just to be weird and I was wearing this hat. Well all of us were running across a some what busy street and my hat blew off so I turned around to get it and there was this car about 20 yards away that would be the nearest car. So really i didn't nearly get hit by a car. Then Ninah and me talked Spanish at Walgreens which was fun. Anyhoodles Saturday was my Joe's birthday and my parents got him the Stars Wars dvds. Yeah at the end of Return of the Jedi the part where they show Yoda, Obei Wan Kenobie, and Darth Vador Well in Darth Vadors place they put Christan Hayden (is that his name) In place of Darth Vador oh boyzers my brothers were mad over that it was really funny cuz whats his face Hayden had shoulder length curly hair and he looks soooooooo retarded. On Sunday Ellen, Mary H. and me went to this photo shoot thing for Andy Horney. The people taking pictures didn't want pictures of us with him though. I guess having pictures taken with guys is better publicity or something. And then Monday back to good ol' school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;song of the post: Chariots of Fire~Vangelis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-109771321146593408?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/109771321146593408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/109771321146593408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109771321146593408' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-109693102475928688</id><published>2004-10-04T17:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T21:06:28.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back from MARYland! After 4 boxes of runts, 2 bottle, fight, and 10 hours of driving we finally got there. The next day my mom and me walked for an hour and a half on this trail where there's places that you can stop and do certain exercises. Well this trail was made for a senior citizen center, and one of the exercises you could do was the long jump. So I want to know why someone would expect senior citizens to do a long jump? After that we went to a beach on Chesapeake Bay. It was so much fun. Joe and me had a lovely sand fight. Then we built a sand castle and jumped on it. The next day we went to this picnic thing that Daniel's work place was having for all the employees and family. I did a pie eating contest. Well it was more like pudding and whipped cream in a pie pan, and they didn't even really have even servings of pudding. So anyways this guy was filming the entire picnic for all the employee people to see later stuck the camara right in my face. So here I am with my face stuck in a pie then there's this guy with his camara stuck in my face! And everyone Daniel works with is going to see it. Hehe It was kinda funny. Well I lost that contest, but the kid across the table from me had about half as much pudding and we finished at the same time! Oh the people in charge of the pie eating contest made everyone in it wear trash bags over their shirts and shower caps on their hair hehe. Then my mom and me did a balloon toss. Then later on we went back to the park and did all the exercise thingys they had. Well my dad was doing the long jump and hurt his ankle! Sorry I just think thats kinda funny cuz I keep on hurting my ankle I know its awful. Well Sunday we went to the RP church in MARYland. I really liked the preacher cuz he was talking about how we should make it a point to go to Church every Sunday and if we were gone for vacation we should plan ahead and find a church there that we could attend and if it wasn't an RP church that was fine cuz they are still part of the body of believers and we all believe the basics and were not Heathens if we worship with them. After that there was a fellowship lunch which was really boring cuz I didn't know anyone. Then we went home another looooooooooonnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggggggggggggggg car ride. Well this morning my mom took me to this Sports Science guy cuz I keep on injuring my ankle. Well to of the tendons in my ankle are ripped and so if I step on something like a rock my ankle can't support my leg and keep me from falling or something like that so thats why I keep on spraining my ankle. So I can't run for at least 3 weeks grrrrrrrr and I have to wear this ankle thingy. Then I had to go over to Saint Francis and get a X-ray to make sure nothing in my ankle was broken. That was really scary everyone else there were really old and they were giving me weird looks. Hey who all can see my blog cuz Charity and Han Han can't so i'm just wondering if anyone else can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;song of the post:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;100 years~Five For Fighting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-109693102475928688?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/109693102475928688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/109693102475928688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109693102475928688' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-109648881304688189</id><published>2004-09-29T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T15:13:33.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe someday i'll start posting more. Well on Saturday I helped my mom put up mirrors in are bathroom. We covered the entire wall with mirrors and it looks so cool. It also looks like were a really vain family but oh well. I hurt my ankle again on Monday so my moms taking me to this Sports Science guy. Grrrrrrr I hope he says I can run. I mean it doesn't hurt any more when I run then when I don't so I don't see why I can't. OH just so everyone knows If you want to make no-bake cookies, but you don't have any butter, you can't substitute milk for butter. That just results in clumps of oatmeal surrounded by a peanut butter and chocolate mixture. Wellzers were leaving for good ol' MARYland tomorrow. And were not coming back till Sunday afternoon. OH I also hear that my sister has been telling lies in saying we'll be having are own Life Chain in MARYland. Well this isn't true cuz we'll be on the way home when Life Chain is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Song of the post:Only Time~Enya &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-109648881304688189?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/109648881304688189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/109648881304688189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109648881304688189' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-109589792579529448</id><published>2004-09-22T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T19:05:25.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I feel like an idiot now. See in my ochestra room there's a bunch of posters about music and that kind of stuff. Well one of them says "It's ok to make a mistake if you've tried. Its a mistake not to try." Well for some reason when I read that my brain left out the not so I thought it said, "Its ok to make a mistake when you've tried. Its a mistake to try." Well anyways today I asked about that i'm just like huh its a mistake to try what. And someone goes Um IT's a Mistake &lt;strong&gt;NOT &lt;/strong&gt;try&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;Boyzers I felt dumb. Hehe. Well this morning I went to Wal-Mart with my brother and tried on a bunch of the Halloween masks that was fun stuff. They look so dumb and plastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;song of the post: somewhere I belong~Linkin park&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-109589792579529448?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/109589792579529448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/109589792579529448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109589792579529448' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-109572975947178666</id><published>2004-09-20T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T20:22:39.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wowzers for the first time in like my entire life my family and I are going to miss Life Chain! Were going to MARYland that weekend. The Installation for Pastor Keddie was last Friday and that went well. As Mr. Sturm says he installs nicely.  It was so funny though cuz Mr. Tweed was reading Pastor Keddie's vows (Is that what they're called) and Pastor Keddie is just up there bouncing all over the place and Mr. Tweed is standing there looking so incredibly serious. Then Later Pastor Keddie was telling us how he didn't finish the Switzerland Marathon (I think that the Marathon he was running) cuz he got dehydrated. OK he ran like 23 miles of it in 2 hours and 20 min. That's like a 6 minute mile I can't even do a 1, six minute mile. Oh and they had cool cakes they looked like those banners that are hung up on the pulpit. The ones that say "For Christs Crown and Covenant."Well anyways my house was actually loud for the first time since summer this weekend. Samuel, Hannah, and Isaac were home plus Charity and Allen came over and the Sturms were here well they're always here but anyways. We were watching "Yours mine and ours", and there was this huge bowl of candy and we got into this big candy fight. Charity and me stopped right when my mom yelled at us, but some people like Hannah didn't. Then the next day Charity and I got into a popcorn fight and I swept up all the popcorn and put it back in the bag hehehehehehe. But I don't think anyone ate it. Then Hannah creamed me at a game of Hand and Foot, but see I can't think when i'm sitting on the floor and having my foot propped up on this footstool thats 3 feet tall. Wellzers my actually let me get of the eliptical (sp?) and run outside yeah. So I went to cross country and was like the slowest person there, but ohzer wells. Cross Country was fun though even though I almost stepped on a dead rat like 6 times and Mrs. Whittens dog liked to jump on me when I was stretching. Welp my violin lessons start tomorrow. Adious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;song of the post: Everybodys fool, Evanescence.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-109572975947178666?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/109572975947178666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/109572975947178666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109572975947178666' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-109512100353056349</id><published>2004-09-13T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T19:16:43.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh I prolly shouldn't of posted that thing about the Patriot. Sorry to those of you who haven't seen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-109512100353056349?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/109512100353056349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/109512100353056349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109512100353056349' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-109512096731711087</id><published>2004-09-13T19:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T19:16:07.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should prolly update more often but Oh well. On saturday Maria came over and we watched the Patriot A really good movie. It was so awful cuz we were laughing when Anne died and then Gabriel. Then a bunch of people went and saw shrek 2. It was so funny cuz this mom behind is just like "700 miles to far far away wow that's a long way that's almost as far as Colorado!" Then this entire row of little kids was talking through the entire movie. Then when Fiona head butts that prince Charming dude everyone starts clapping and cheering. It was so funny we were just like oh my word. Well anyways Sunday we had a good ol' fellowship lunch! Then I went over to Grace's and we got into an interesting conversation but I'm not going to post it cuz first off Grace would kill and second off i'd be eternally embarrassed. grrrrr I should prolly be writing a paper right now, but I can't think cuz my foot is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FREEZING&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cold! Thanks to my good ol' ankle that I have to soak in ice water. Does anyone know if you can get an ankle transplant? Well anyways at cross country we did a bunch of form drills and are lovely lunges. Oh you got love those things. You know I just realized something my blog is really pointless but oh well. coldness!!!!!!!!!! I"m dying my mom like making me keep my ankle in here. Its cruel and unusual i'm telling you!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-109512096731711087?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/109512096731711087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/109512096731711087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109512096731711087' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-109477698900540985</id><published>2004-09-09T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T19:43:09.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grrrrrrrr I hurt my stupid ankle AGAIN!!!! I tripped over a walnut at cross country! Bla and cross country just started that makes me really really mad. I'm hoping its better by tomorrow! Well on to bigger and brighter things are raisins have one ingrediant, and that is Raisins. Whats with that?? Oh also the people in my ochestra have stopped tormenting the student teacher and now just right loser on peoples shirts with rosin. Oh and to all you people that think you have fat ankles don't complain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-109477698900540985?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/109477698900540985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/109477698900540985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109477698900540985' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-109459937327082089</id><published>2004-09-07T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T18:22:53.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow I haven't updated in a week! Saturday my family went up to Cinncinatti for my Grandma's birthday. Well techinacally she's my step grandma so her kids and grandkids were there and there were so many people there I didn't know. All the adults seemed to know who I was though. They're were just like wow has it been that long since I last saw you! and what is with relatives asking you if you have a boyfriend?? The most thing I got asked though was why I looked so grumpy, and I was just like I'm not grumpy just cuz I'm not smiling. Ok it wasn't really that bad just kinda strange cuz all these people I didn't know were asking me questions. Then all the people there I did know were watching football. So I was just like oh don't mind me i'll just be sitting in this corner eating my food. Then later when all the people I didn't know left people started watching Ella Enchanted. So there was this fighting scene and Ella kicks this one guy, and my little 3 year old cousin starts laughing really loud and then proceeds to sit really hard on my foot and it hurt. I'm telling you that kid gets pleasure out of peoples pain or something, but he's really cute! Sunday night Liz spent the night. The next day we biked over to Wal-Mart. Grr we were mad cuz can you believe it neither Wal-Mart or the dollar tree had water balloons grrrrr! Later that day the Blackwoods had a labor day picnic which was fun! We roasted marshmallows and I kinda got my marshmallows to close to the wood so pieces of bark got caught in them! Oh and I finally saw the rest of the Patriot. It is so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-109459937327082089?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/109459937327082089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/109459937327082089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109459937327082089' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-109400329303214303</id><published>2004-08-31T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T20:48:13.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everyone I have just finished hooking up the plumbing in our bathroom! I kid you not my mom trusted me Mary Joanna Ray to hook up the plumbing. AND IT DOESN'T LEAK!!! except at the part my mom did hehe!! sorry I just find it kinda funny! So anyways Maria since my mom trusted me to do that you should trust me to trim your hair ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-109400329303214303?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/109400329303214303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/109400329303214303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109400329303214303' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-109373961175077883</id><published>2004-08-28T19:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T19:33:31.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Drinking achohol in moderation right or wrong? I think that if you just drink it in moderation it is fine. Ok you might become addicted to it, but come on people become addicted to food all the tim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alcohol and your health: Weighing the pros and consBy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mayoclinic.com/invoke.cfm?objectid=3EA91D2C-455B-41C1-9FA9FAB29C44CA04"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mayo Clinic staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every news story you read about the benefits of alcohol, another seems to warn you of the risks. The conflicting information can be confusing and frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;Though it's unclear whether alcohol's health benefits outweigh its risks, what is certain is that anything more than moderate drinking — two drinks a day if you're a man or one drink a day if you're a woman — can negate any benefits alcohol has on your body.&lt;br /&gt;So should you avoid alcohol? Or can you continue to enjoy your glass of wine with dinner? It's up to you and your doctor. Here are some points for you to consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Pros"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pros&lt;br /&gt;Moderate alcohol consumption may provide some health benefits. It can:&lt;br /&gt;Reduce your risk of developing heart disease, peripheral vascular disease and intermittent claudication&lt;br /&gt;Reduce your risk of dying of a heart attack&lt;br /&gt;Reduce your risk of strokes, particularly ischemic strokes&lt;br /&gt;Lower your risk of gallstones&lt;br /&gt;Possibly reduce your risk of diabetes e, and that doesn't mean we shouldn't eat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons&lt;br /&gt;Excess alcohol consumption can lead to serious health problems, such as:&lt;br /&gt;Cancer, such as gastrointestinal, oral, pharynx, larynx, esophageal and liver cancers, as well as breast cancer in women&lt;br /&gt;Chronic pancreatitis, especially in people with high levels of triglycerides in their blood&lt;br /&gt;Elevated levels of triglycerides in the blood&lt;br /&gt;High blood pressure&lt;br /&gt;Miscarriage&lt;br /&gt;Injuries due to impaired motor skills&lt;br /&gt;Sudden death in people with cardiovascular disease&lt;br /&gt;Heart failure&lt;br /&gt;Stroke&lt;br /&gt;Alcoholic cirrhosis of the liver&lt;br /&gt;Fetal alcohol syndrome in an unborn child, including slow growth and nervous system problems&lt;br /&gt;Suicide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Notice that all the risks they list in drinking acohol is drinking it in excess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MODERATE DRINKERS LIVE LONGER&lt;br /&gt;Italian researchers examined the relationship between alcohol consumption and long-term survival in 1,536 men aged 45-65. The results show that about two (2) years of life are gained by moderate drinkers (1-4 drinks per day) in comparison with occasional and heavy drinkers.&lt;br /&gt;Drinking in moderation, exercising, and not smoking were all found to be associated with greater life expectancy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ok I know all this stuff really isn't much to go on its still under research and stuff. I'm just saying there is nothing wrong with drinking alcohol in moderation! I mean come on you become addicted to anything. And i'm just pointing this out so no one can say you shouldn't drink alcohol cuz you could become addicted to it and it does nothing for you. did that make sense? I'm not saying i'd drink alcohol but if your of legal age and don't drive after you drink it then i think  its fine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-109373961175077883?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/109373961175077883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/109373961175077883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109373961175077883' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004666.post-109373870547101060</id><published>2004-08-28T18:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T19:18:25.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well nothing much has been going on with me recently except school and helping my mom redo the bathroom. Today I went to the Keddie's (sp?) open house. Pastor Keddie attacked me with a duck head. It was a real one too, and he was telling everyone how he stuffed it and everything, and everyone else thought it was really interesting. But when he got to how you take out the brains and stuff I just thought it was really really really nasty! The cookies there were really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;good though! Then I painted are bathroom. And well are bathroom looks sorta good I mean its really the first thing i've ever painted almost completely by myself. My mom did some of it. But it still needs another coat so maybe it will look better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004666-109373870547101060?l=whatevergurl90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/109373870547101060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004666/posts/default/109373870547101060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatevergurl90.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109373870547101060' title=''/><author><name>Hppygrss33</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02914122357025612538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/912/400/triclops.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
