<?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-10646983</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:38:00.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dare to be stupid</title><subtitle type='html'>sometimes the water just isn't hot enough...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' 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href="http://www.tasteslikefishbiscuit.blogspot.com"&gt;www.tasteslikefishbiscuit.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. family force 5 is AMAZING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-4475384722721225002?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/4475384722721225002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=4475384722721225002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/4475384722721225002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/4475384722721225002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2007/01/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-7113958827577294612</id><published>2007-01-04T18:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T18:28:03.671-06:00</updated><title type='text'>farewell.</title><content type='html'>Well, this will probably be the last post on this blog....ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to follow the crowd and make a new blog with the new version of blogger [which i have had for quite sometime].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not be deleting this blog however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. my &lt;a href="http://http://tasteslikefishbiscuit.blogspot.com/"&gt;new blog &lt;/a&gt;is still kind of plain.. suggestions are welcome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-7113958827577294612?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/7113958827577294612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=7113958827577294612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/7113958827577294612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/7113958827577294612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2007/01/farewell.html' title='farewell.'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-116553010198213406</id><published>2006-12-07T16:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T17:22:33.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Hip-Hop, Batman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hi. Wow. I haven't posted in awhile. I guess nothing interesting has happened for me to post about. But I have been doing alot of thinking. Thinking about what, you ask? I guess just some things that I would like to change about me. Yes, yes, I know I say that alot and I get criticizing feedback, but there are some things that I really need to change. There are some areas in my life that just need some serious polishing. Here are some examples:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trusting others too easily&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Forgiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paranoia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keeping my mouth shut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remaining faithful [commitment?]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Jealousy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All of the fruits of the spirit [for those who don't know.... love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, and self-control]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's probably more. I just need to seek after God and quit being such a pansy. I get so emotional sometimes. I guess I just don't like when people show favor for people in front of other people [like me], ya know? Maybe you don't. Maybe I'm just crazy. Yeah, I think I am going crazy. Seriously. I'll just scream "WHAT?!" during class because I'll hear someone saying my name, but no one said anything. Yeah..weird.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anywho..&lt;br /&gt;What else to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lost has ended until February 7th and I'm going through extreme withdrawal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prison Break has ended until January 22nd, which I am also going through withdrawal from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I finally signed up for Driver's Ed/Training, which also starts the 22nd of January. Good thing it ends at 6pm so I can be on my couch preparing for the latest installment. I wish I would've done it earlier, because I would be driving that plaid thing pretty darn soon if I wasn't so lazy [not that kind, girls].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I bet I can predict my exact Christmas presents from my parents. I bet I'll get a Fuji 7.3 megapixel camera, a pair of plaid vans, and the extended version of ROTK. Yup. I'll let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p.s. here's an amusing conversation my mother and I had a few months back, that I just kept forgetting to post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom: Hey, do you want to go steal some apples from that tree before the world freezes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Uhh, no, that's like.. stealing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom: Well, you'd better do it, or you're GROUNDED! Pick one: steal apples or be grounded.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: I pick the latter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom: Yeah, we'll need a ladder.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Oh yeah. And Armageddon is a sad movie. It's even more sad [sadder???] when you're going through Prison Break/Lost withdrawal and it has one person from each of those shows in it, and one of those people might be dead. Poor Alex. =[&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/10646983-116553010198213406?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/116553010198213406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=116553010198213406&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/116553010198213406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/116553010198213406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/12/holy-hip-hop-batman.html' title='Holy Hip-Hop, Batman!'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-116371462923536171</id><published>2006-11-16T15:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T16:04:58.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>dancing with the [slaters]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fsc.edu/sacc/images/mario20lopez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.fsc.edu/sacc/images/mario20lopez.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;even though you lost [yet you deserved that shiny trophy], i still love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p.s. i'm on a roll...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-116371462923536171?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/116371462923536171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=116371462923536171&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/116371462923536171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/116371462923536171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/11/dancing-with-slaters.html' title='dancing with the [slaters]'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-116111787427403215</id><published>2006-10-17T15:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T16:01:17.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ten times five equals 49</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I felt like posting another post. So, I thought I would do a little survey thinger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You can find out useless stuff about me that you probably already know.&lt;br /&gt;[in case you're bored]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEN FEELINGS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. are you missing someone right now?: I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;2. are you happy?: I could be alot happier.&lt;br /&gt;3. are you talking to anyone right now?: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;4. are you bored: Not really.&lt;br /&gt;5. are you german: Yes. I used to think I was a nazi.&lt;br /&gt;6. are you irish: YEAH!!&lt;br /&gt;7. are you french: I'm like a little fraction French Canadian. Does that count?&lt;br /&gt;9. are your parents still married: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;10. do you like someone right now: Uhhhhh. Maybe? I'm not sure. Probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEN FAVORITES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Movie: Star Wars. LOTR. POTC. The Count of Monte Cristo. A bajillion others.&lt;br /&gt;2. flowers: Rose.&lt;br /&gt;3. color: Black. Red. White. Grey.&lt;br /&gt;4. song: Too many.&lt;br /&gt;5. mall: MOA.&lt;br /&gt;6. music: Anything minus country.&lt;br /&gt;8. season: Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;9. animal: Penguin.&lt;br /&gt;10. state: Minnesnowta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEN FACTS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hometown: Rivendel.&lt;br /&gt;2. hair color: Weirdish blonde.&lt;br /&gt;4. hair style: Layeredish.&lt;br /&gt;5. eye color: Blueish.&lt;br /&gt;6. shoe size: 8ish.&lt;br /&gt;7. mood: Not a happy camper.&lt;br /&gt;8. skin color: Michael Jackson white.&lt;br /&gt;10. left or right handed: Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;TEN THIS OR THATS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. love or lust: Love 100%.&lt;br /&gt;2. liquor or beer: Ickyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;3. night or day: Afternoon?&lt;br /&gt;4. one night stands or relationships: Relationships.&lt;br /&gt;5. television or internet: Internet, because then I can watch the episodes on YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;6. pepsi or coke: Coke.&lt;br /&gt;9. phone or in person: It really depends.&lt;br /&gt;10. msn or myspace: Ummmmm. Myspace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEN HAVE Y0U EVER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. have you ever been caught sneaking out: Nope. I haven't done that.&lt;br /&gt;2. [there was nothing here]&lt;br /&gt;3. have you ever done something you regret: Well, that really depends...&lt;br /&gt;4. have you ever bungee jumped: Nooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;5. have you ever been on a house boat: I think so?&lt;br /&gt;6. have you ever finished an entire jaw breaker: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;7. Kissed the opposite sex? Well, like, my grandpa and my dad on their cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;8. Played spin the bottle? Spin JONES.&lt;br /&gt;9. have you ever danced in the rain: You haven't?&lt;br /&gt;10. have you ever spent all day doing nothing: Welcome to my life..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;i love youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-116111787427403215?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/116111787427403215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=116111787427403215&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/116111787427403215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/116111787427403215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/10/ten-times-five-equals-49.html' title='ten times five equals 49'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-116101597728329140</id><published>2006-10-16T11:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T11:38:59.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BALEETED!!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Forget about that last post.&lt;br /&gt;I got things confused.&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Yes I did.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sovietiron.com/images/homestarrunner.jpg"&gt;BALEETED!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Next post:&lt;/i&gt; MYC post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU ALL.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-116101597728329140?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/116101597728329140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=116101597728329140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/116101597728329140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/116101597728329140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/10/baleeted.html' title='BALEETED!!!!'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-116025052561072740</id><published>2006-10-07T14:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T14:50:15.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hello everyone. Hope you're all doing okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm okay. I'm alive. So that's good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This weekend has been really eventful with Homecoming and a bunch of other stuff, and it's been completely tiring... but fun at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And in the past week, two of my great uncles have died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;One of cancer. One of having virtually no will to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's pretty sad. I only met the cancer-one once and the second one I was quite close to. He was more of a grandpa to me than a great uncle. He died this morning. And I just realized I never thanked him for the necklace he bought me a while back. And now I'm depressed. What a great relative I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hope you're all doing better than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Weird Conversation of the Post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mom: Hey, will you come steal apples of that apple tree with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me: No. That's stealing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mom: No it's not. She said we could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me: I'd rather not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mom: You'd better. It's either that, or you're grounded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me: Wel, I'll take the latter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mom: Yeah, we'll need a ladder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-116025052561072740?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/116025052561072740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=116025052561072740&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/116025052561072740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/116025052561072740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-115877790896940171</id><published>2006-09-20T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T13:45:13.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ear update</title><content type='html'>Well, one of you asked for an update on the the ear and the rest of you are probably [not] wondering about it. Here's a little update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never went in to the doctor like I was supposed to, and infection is slowly decreasing, yet I think it is still there. I don't plan on going back unless it gets bad again, but I know that if I have red lines running down my head to take it out and go to the hospital. I plan on taking out the gauge and putting in earring studs and let the ear heal like so because apparently my body is in shock because of the size of the piercing. I will let my ear heal normally and then slowly work back up to this size gauge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're all doing well and I love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-115877790896940171?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/115877790896940171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=115877790896940171&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115877790896940171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115877790896940171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/09/ear-update.html' title='ear update'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-115843097823861985</id><published>2006-09-16T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T13:22:58.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>prayer request</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hello everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I went to the doctor yesterday, and she said my ear is uber infected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And she gave me a buttload of instructions and an even bigger buttload of drugs to help kill the infection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And I have to go back Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And if it hasn't started to heal by then...... I have to take it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Which is bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Because it is super cool. And taking it out would be equal to flushing $30 down the toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So, please, pray with me that the infection will die and I can keep it in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I love you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-115843097823861985?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/115843097823861985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=115843097823861985&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115843097823861985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115843097823861985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/09/prayer-request.html' title='prayer request'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-115827433408141004</id><published>2006-09-14T17:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T18:00:17.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Holla!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Not much has been up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;There has been something wrong with the left side of my head, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;A few years ago, I went to the doctor because there was a bump behind my ear that was later defined as a "cyst" and she said it would go away in a few months. It's still there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;And two more have developed less than two inches from the original. I'm a little freaked out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;And my ear was infected for awhile. Which means that it hurt really bad to sleep on it, even more so than it did when it wasn't infected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;And this morning, I woke up due to being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.creativescreenwriting.com/csdaily/csdart/images/2005-09-Sep/Just%20Like%20Heaven%20-%20Napoleon%20Ghost-omite%20(300w).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;99.9% parched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt; to find myself sleeping on my left side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Now, usually, since I've gotten &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3271/753/1600/industrial%202.0.jpg"&gt;pierced&lt;/a&gt;, I sleep with the top part of my head on the pillow, eliminating any pressure to my ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;That wasn't the case this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I was completely ON MY LEFT SIDE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;With my head FULLY on the pillow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;And it didn't hurt. WHICH SCARES ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Now, is this necessarily a good thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;It could mean I'm healed of the infection, or it could mean that I was infected so much that my ear is DEAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;=S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;p.s. i did some adjusting to the Linkage column. I deleted all the people who never post anymore, and I moved all the people who rarely post or the ones that i rarely check (and no, i will not tell you which is which) down to the bottom. also, the revolution link has changed and i refuse to remove the shattered assembly link. and just because i moved you lower, doesn't mean i don't like you anymore. i like you all the same. and if for some reason i deleted your blog and you plan on starting it up once again, let me know and i will put you back up.&lt;br /&gt;shenk you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-115827433408141004?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/115827433408141004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=115827433408141004&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115827433408141004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115827433408141004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/09/hollanot-much-has-been-up.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-115768320383379494</id><published>2006-09-07T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T21:41:30.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3271/753/1600/industrial%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3271/753/320/industrial%202.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new piercing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes. It hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that tattoo place was FREAKY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I guess it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No one else has it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND I LIKE IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes. I like it very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I've pretty much wanted it forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What do you think???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yeah. And school is okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-115768320383379494?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/115768320383379494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=115768320383379494&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115768320383379494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115768320383379494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-new-piercing.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-115747329008206127</id><published>2006-09-05T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T11:21:30.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://graphicslib.viator.com/graphicslib/3988/SIAttractions/Steve-holding-croc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://graphicslib.viator.com/graphicslib/3988/SIAttractions/Steve-holding-croc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TO STEVE AND SUMMER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;=[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-115747329008206127?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/115747329008206127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=115747329008206127&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115747329008206127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115747329008206127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/09/rip.html' title='R.I.P.'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-115705049966800028</id><published>2006-08-31T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T13:56:59.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>random stuff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The other night my mother stayed at a friend's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;She asked if I would stay at my dad's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I said I would prefer to stay alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;All the lights are off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm watching The Green Mile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A killer is talking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A close-up of his face on screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I paused the movie to take a break, noticing the killer's eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;They were closed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I start towards the stairs and notice that the man's eyes are now open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This obviously freaked me out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I screamed bloody murder while jumping on the couch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I throw the remote while I continue to scream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I notice that I have just thrown the only way to make it stop without being on the ground where things can get me (I have weird thoughts when I'm alone and freaked out), so I rush to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I grab it, and push pause once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Apparently I had bumped it on my way upstairs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I pushed a button that made it do a slow-motion rewind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It was probably the scariest thing in the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cuz it was like midnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I was alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;In a dark house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Watching a movie about people who kill other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I figured you could get a laugh through my, umm, screams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hope you enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yeah. Not much has happened lately. Well, alot has happened. Alot of it having to do with babies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;All are good things. Congrats to everyone :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I found out I get to be in a wedding in the spring.......if you catch my drift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I got my schedule. I guess I could post that for you to look at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh yeah. And me and Jennie both have lockers in the freshman hall. Which is the worst news ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We're gonna try and find a different locker. Upstairs. In the land of the cool people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anywho. Here's the schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Band [Dahl]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;World History [McDonald ; Collins]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Geometry [Harvey]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Honors English [Sandsteade]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Honors Biology [Warner]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Spanish [Franklin]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Have a happy day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-115705049966800028?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/115705049966800028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=115705049966800028&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115705049966800028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115705049966800028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/08/random-stuff.html' title='random stuff.'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-115681037394243977</id><published>2006-08-28T19:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T19:48:42.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>free</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/14553130/?GT1=8404"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;'s innocent! I pretty much had that figured out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Any theories as to why he admitted to a crime which he did not commit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My guess is to get back to America. He wanted to get outta Thailand so he needed an excuse to come here. Eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Also, I would like to wish a very happy birthday to my good friend Bobbie Jo! Love ya girl!&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/10646983-115681037394243977?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/115681037394243977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=115681037394243977&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115681037394243977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115681037394243977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/08/free.html' title='free'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-115618260387508279</id><published>2006-08-21T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T12:54:15.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm so blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yeah, I have blue hair.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully a picture coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'll leave you with &lt;a href="http://westwood.fortunecity.com/baker/324/cards/veggies/madame.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-115618260387508279?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/115618260387508279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=115618260387508279&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115618260387508279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115618260387508279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-so-blue.html' title='i&apos;m so blue'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-115583622221857909</id><published>2006-08-17T12:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T16:21:43.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>toes and birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I don't really have much to say. Except that my new purdy shoes are giving me massive blisters on my toes. And it hurts. But I can't bring myself to not wear them because they're just so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh yeah. One more thing. Two, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;To the best &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6477/760/1600/sisters%20matchb.jpg"&gt;sister&lt;/a&gt; (and friend) in the whole wide world:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks for always being there for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;You are the coolest person I know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;You have inspired me in many ways, whether it be bands, food, or -cough- boys, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have always wanted to be like you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU LIKE THE DAY IS LONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;To the &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF01245.JPG"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt; with really cool hair:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY 16th BIRTHDAY, IAN.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're cool. I love you, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-115583622221857909?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/115583622221857909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=115583622221857909&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115583622221857909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115583622221857909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/08/toes-and-birthdays.html' title='toes and birthdays'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-115514821072473289</id><published>2006-08-09T13:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T13:30:10.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>valley fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3271/753/1600/1021024832_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3271/753/320/1021024832_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait until Valley Fair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't wait to see all my camp friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't wait to see the Williamsons and Pastor Aaron!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't wait to ride the &lt;a href="http://www.valleyfair.com/public/attractions/rides/thrill_rides/xtreme_swing.cfm"&gt;new ride&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't wait to ride all the other rides!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't wait until tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-115514821072473289?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/115514821072473289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=115514821072473289&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115514821072473289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115514821072473289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/08/valley-fair.html' title='valley fair'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-115471207215289768</id><published>2006-08-04T12:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T12:29:30.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>camp confusion</title><content type='html'>Hello, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I bet you noticed that I am posting today, which I shouldn't be. Because right now we would be leaving the best place on earth and arriving around 5pm, which means the library is closed and I wouldn't be posting on my blog until Monday. So, why am I posting, then? Well, that is the topic of this post.&lt;br /&gt;Camp was great! The services were awesome as usual, and God did some major repair in my brain that some certain people have damaged (it is none of you, I assure it). It's always nice to get away from everyone for a whole week. It was probably late Monday or Tuesday that some people starting getting sick. The nurse called it diavomarheea, which is both of those things mixed together. Dozens of kids were getting sick and no one knew why. I went to choir Wednesday night and following was prayer, I was going to follow Nat, Jenn, and Chelsea in there, but I felt as if I was going to pass out. I went out and got some air and got no better. During service my stomach hurt terribly and I just started crying, so Natalie brought me half way to the nurse and we saw Mike who brought me the rest of the way. I had no signs for awhile, but they came shortly after I layed on the couch near the nurse. I was sent to my room, and later on someone else got sick in our room that night (good thing we had a garbage). The state came to check things out, and it turns out that the camp was contaminated with something called the Noro virus, which is pretty much the stomach flu, except you get it by direct contact of vomit or...other stuff. As of yesterday morning, we were the smallest of four outbreaks in Minnesota and by mid-day yesterday, we were the largest. We were happy about that. Probably about half the camp was sick. We were all forced to go home a day early, the "sick" kids riding with other "sick" kids, and "healthy" kids riding with other "healthy" kids, even though all are contaminated. That was an interesting ride home. Luckily, I wasn't the only Hibbing person. So, that's why I'm home early. Sounds like something that should be on the X-Files, right? We didn't get to find out which team won (GO ALOHA AIRLINS. TEAM TWO IS BETTER THAN YOU.) or we didn't get to see the camp video. This was a week of firsts at Lake Geneva Bible camp. Oh yeah, and we have a coffee shop. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A happier camp post coming soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-115471207215289768?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/115471207215289768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=115471207215289768&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115471207215289768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115471207215289768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/08/camp-confusion.html' title='camp confusion'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-115384402566861187</id><published>2006-07-25T11:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T11:13:45.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a silly song by larry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;There is a butterfly passing by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Orange and grey I heard him say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Flowers make me wheeze,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Pollen makes me sneeze."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blow, blow your butterfly nose.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, blow your nose, please!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There is a butterfly passing by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Pink and teal I heard him squeal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Certain kinds of cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;bug my allergies."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blow, blow your butterfly nose.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And take some vitamin C!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-115384402566861187?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/115384402566861187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=115384402566861187&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115384402566861187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115384402566861187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/07/silly-song-by-larry.html' title='a silly song by larry'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-115289936319293047</id><published>2006-07-14T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T13:39:30.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There was a man who entered a local paper's pun contest. He sent in ten different puns, in the hope that at least one of the puns would win. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Unfortunately, no pun in ten did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-115289936319293047?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/115289936319293047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=115289936319293047&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115289936319293047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115289936319293047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/07/there-was-man-who-entered-local-papers.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-115255948063620826</id><published>2006-07-10T14:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T14:39:52.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman vs. Batman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://superherouniverse.com/superheroes/images/superman/images/movie-team.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://superherouniverse.com/superheroes/images/superman/images/movie-team.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT THEY HAVE TO SAY:&lt;/strong&gt; The movie will follow Superman and Batman as they join forces to battle as-yet-to-be determined villains. Along the way, however, the two A-list superheroes wind up butting heads over their varying approaches to crimefighting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[credit: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/News/Items/0,1,10217,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;eonline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT I HAVE TO SAY: &lt;/strong&gt;Ahh! I can't wait! I think I would pass out during the beginning credits over all the excitement, though. Two great actors playing two great superheroes in the same movie? I like both of them... :( Superman is destined to win. Unless, of course, Batman turns his Batmobile into the Kryptonite mobile. Dude. I'm getting stressed already. I'm definitely gonna see it, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-115255948063620826?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/115255948063620826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=115255948063620826&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115255948063620826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115255948063620826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/07/superman-vs-batman.html' title='Superman vs. Batman'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-115229504633674390</id><published>2006-07-07T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T13:09:13.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>juillet septième</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.canmag.com/images/front/pirates/pirates29-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.canmag.com/images/front/pirates/pirates29-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this July 7th, 2006, there are a few things to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) This is my 149th post&lt;br /&gt;(2) Tomorrow marks my last parade of 2006&lt;br /&gt;(3) POTC : Dead Man's Chest is now in theatres and it was quite a thrill&lt;br /&gt;(4) The Captain wants to wish some &lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/jamespaul/white_album_poster/ringo_starr.jpg"&gt;beatle&lt;/a&gt; a happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;(5) I've been getting quite a few comments on my hair. I guess that means that it is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I must go drink some chai tea while doing some thai chi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-115229504633674390?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/115229504633674390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=115229504633674390&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115229504633674390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115229504633674390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/07/juillet-septime.html' title='juillet septième'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-115212058158420447</id><published>2006-07-05T12:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T12:59:31.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>e v e n t f u l</title><content type='html'>Well, since most of you thoroughly enjoyed Jac's &lt;a href="http://iponderthusly.blogspot.com/"&gt;latest&lt;/a&gt;, I figured I would do something similar. Feel free to add anything you please. By the end of this post, everything mayn't be in chronological order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Hibbing gets kick butt theatre&lt;br /&gt;2) Brooke goes through shear tragedy (which means she got a bad haircut)&lt;br /&gt;3) Friend offers to fix bad hair cut&lt;br /&gt;4) Brooke runs around screaming until she realizes she's acting pathetic and gives in to the person with scissors&lt;br /&gt;5) Brooke and three others go to Bemidiji for a weekend of fun&lt;br /&gt;6) Brooke gets phone back&lt;br /&gt;7) Brooke gets many new items for some good deals&lt;br /&gt;8) Brooke waits until Friday when she can finally wear her pirate eyepatch whilst watching Dead Man's Chest&lt;br /&gt;9) Brooke is caught on fire for a mere two seconds&lt;br /&gt;10) Brooke gets red, hard welt on forearm the size of Kansas from flaming bottle rocket that caused the same misfortune as the previous&lt;br /&gt;11) Brooke and friends dance with some not-so-sober people at a concert in Tower featuring my potential brother's brother&lt;br /&gt;12) Brooke participates in many-a-parade and is longing for the end of marching band&lt;br /&gt;13) Brooke gets application for possible potential job&lt;br /&gt;14) Brooke's mother loses two friends in same day&lt;br /&gt;15) Brooke buys advanced ticket to POTC because she simply cannot wait until at least noon on Friday. No, no! It must be midnight.&lt;br /&gt;16) Brooke's very good friend left today and she misses her already&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-115212058158420447?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/115212058158420447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=115212058158420447&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115212058158420447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115212058158420447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/07/e-v-e-n-t-f-u-l.html' title='e v e n t f u l'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-115186647212249180</id><published>2006-07-02T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T13:54:32.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>top 11 christian pick-up lines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:twtCodL3DsoqlM:http://www.tacf.org/Portals/57ad7180-c5e7-49f5-b282-c6475cdb7ee7/student%2520praying2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:twtCodL3DsoqlM:http://www.tacf.org/Portals/57ad7180-c5e7-49f5-b282-c6475cdb7ee7/student%2520praying2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Excuse me, I believe one of your ribs belongs to me.&lt;br /&gt;10. Excuse me, is this pew taken?&lt;br /&gt;9. Haven't we prayed together before?&lt;br /&gt;8. I know Dr. Dobson personally.&lt;br /&gt;7. I don't see it myself, but some people say I resemble Michael W. Smith&lt;br /&gt;6. I've prayed about it and God wants you to go out with me.&lt;br /&gt;5. You have the body of Amy Grant and the soul of Mother Teresa. (DO NOT get this confused!)4. I'm not like those other (insert your church name here) guys.&lt;br /&gt;3. My Friend told me to come and meet you, He said that you are a really nice person. I think you know him. Jesus, yeah that's His name.&lt;br /&gt;2. Hey baby, you wanna take the church van for a spin?&lt;br /&gt;1. Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-115186647212249180?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/115186647212249180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=115186647212249180&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115186647212249180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115186647212249180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/07/top-11-christian-pick-up-lines.html' title='top 11 christian pick-up lines'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-115151088724622005</id><published>2006-06-29T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T10:51:00.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the man in the moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/getwicked/still4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/getwicked/still4.png" 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/10646983-115151088724622005?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/115151088724622005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=115151088724622005&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115151088724622005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115151088724622005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/06/man-in-moon.html' title='the man in the moon'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-115151443823115924</id><published>2006-06-28T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T12:07:18.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00335/17/67/335777671_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00335/17/67/335777671_l.jpg" 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/10646983-115151443823115924?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/115151443823115924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=115151443823115924&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115151443823115924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115151443823115924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-115134988790479123</id><published>2006-06-26T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T14:43:50.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Holla!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is anyone going to &lt;a href="http://www.sonshinefestival.com/"&gt;SonShine&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-115134988790479123?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/115134988790479123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=115134988790479123&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115134988790479123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115134988790479123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/06/holla-is-anyone-going-to-sonshine.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-115108480946987548</id><published>2006-06-23T12:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T15:13:25.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bobbie/Brooke,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We have been so happy since your cell phone went "tones up"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We are no longer getting overheated, or being zapped with micro-waves. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;---Your brain cells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My mother and I found this note pasted to our door one morning. I'm not kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-115108480946987548?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/115108480946987548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=115108480946987548&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115108480946987548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115108480946987548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/06/bobbiebrooke-we-have-been-so-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-115082375889162841</id><published>2006-06-20T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T12:20:18.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>too long, too true, too funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;YOU KNOW YOU'RE FROM MINNESOTA WHEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The weather is usually 80% of your conversation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;When you say "down south" you're referring to Iowa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You call highways "freeways." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Snow tires came standard on your car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You've never taken public transportation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;75% of your graduating high school class went to the University of Minnesota. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Perkins" was the only hangout option in high school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You assume when you say "The Cities" people know where you're talking about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You can list all the "-dales." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;People from other states love to hear you say words with "o"s in them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;In a conversation you've heard someone say "yah sure, you betcha" and you didn't laugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You could pinpoint exactly where each scene in the movie "Untamed Heart" was filmed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You hate the movie "Fargo" but realize you and your entire family have that same accent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You get mad at people who think Fargo is in Minnesota. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You know what Mille Lacs is and how to spell it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You have fish boiled in lye for Christmas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You know what "uff-da" means and how to use it properly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You know the 2 sports-related reasons why we hate Dallas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothing gets you madder than seeing a Green Bay sticker on a MN car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The only reason you go to Wisconsin is to get fireworks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You're a loyal Target shopper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You've frozen your tongue on a metal handrail before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You own an ice house, a snowmobile, and a 4 wheel drive vehicle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You wear shorts when it's 50 degrees outside in March, but you bundle up and complain in August when it goes below 60. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You have gone trick-or-treating in 3 feet of snow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You've not only walked across a lake, you've driven across one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Everyone you know has a cabin or, at least, access to one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You know that Lake Wobegon isn't real and you know who made it up, where they live, and exactly what you want to do about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You have friends who schedule their wedding in the middle of January without a thought about weather conditions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You consider a six inch snowfall a blessing for "the cities" because it provides instant urban renewal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You keep the snow tires on your truck all year because it ain't worth taking them off for only two months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Your local Dairy Queen is closed from December through February. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You believe the only REAL vehicles have skis in front and a loud motor under your seat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You consider snow banks to be "just another rough" on the golf course. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You have worn shorts and a parka at the same time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You were delighted to get a miniature snow shovel for your 3rd birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Your town isn't trying to be ironic when it plans a "winter carnival." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The temperature in March is above freezing for three days in a row, and you think it's summer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You laugh out loud every time you see a news report about a blizzard shutting down the entire East Coast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You think happiness is owning a "piece of lakeshore." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;When you talk about "opener" you are not talking about cans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You have refused to buy something because it's too "spendy." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You believe that the Vikings would have won four Super Bowls by now if they were still playing in Metropolitan Stadium. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You are convinced the Twins will never win the pennant because the owners are too cheap to pay the good players, so they all leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Your town has an equal number of bars and churches. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You grew up thinking rice was only for dessert. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You think that ketchup is a little too spicy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Your gas station thinks "full service" means filling your gas tank, washing the windshield, checking the oil and being friendly to the customers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You (or your parents) voted for Mondale. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You've seen "The Rocky Horror Picture Show" in Uptown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You know that everyone has a city preference -- Minneapolis or St. Paul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You can honestly claim Germanic / Scandinavian ancestors, and have been known to say "ya" instead of "yes". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Upon seeing an ocean for the first time, you say, "Hey! That looks like Lake Superior!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-115082375889162841?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/115082375889162841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=115082375889162841&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115082375889162841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115082375889162841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/06/too-long-too-true-too-funny.html' title='too long, too true, too funny'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-115073998125450059</id><published>2006-06-19T12:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T12:59:41.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.westburyonline.com/ProductImages/bergen2/01204400028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.westburyonline.com/ProductImages/bergen2/01204400028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://image.com.com/tv/images/video/kingofthehill_jumper_medvid.jpg"&gt;OH YEAH!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-115073998125450059?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/115073998125450059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=115073998125450059&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115073998125450059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115073998125450059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-115041856323210263</id><published>2006-06-15T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T19:48:04.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just for fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Don't sweat the petty things and don't pet the sweaty things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Atheism is a non-prophet organization.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. If man evolved from monkeys and apes, why do we still have monkeys and apes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. I went to a bookstore and asked the saleswoman, "Where's the self-help section?" She said if she told me, it would defeat the purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. What if there were no hypothetical questions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8. If a deaf person swears, does his mother wash his hands with soap?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9. If a man speaks in the middle of the forest and there is no woman around to hear him ... is he still wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10. If someone with multiple personalities threatens to kill himself, is it considered a hostage situation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11. Is there another word for synonym?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12. Isn't it a bit unnerving that M.D's call what they do "practice"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13. Where do forest rangers go to "get away from it all" ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14. What do you do when you see an endangered animal eating an endangered plant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15. If a parsley farmer is sued, can they garnish his wages?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;16. Would a fly without wings be called a walk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;17. Why do they lock gas station bathrooms? Are they afraid someone will clean them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;18. If a turtle doesn't have a shell, is he homeless or naked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;19. Why don't sheep shrink when it rains?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;20. Can vegetarians eat animal crackers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;21. If the police arrest a mime, do they tell him he has the right to remain silent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;22. Why do they put Braille on the drive-through bank machines?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;23. How do they get the deer to cross at that yellow road sign?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;24. Is it true that cannibals don't eat clowns because they taste funny? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;25. What was the best thing before sliced bread?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;26. One nice thing about egotists: they don't talk about other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;27. Does the Little Mermaid wear an algebra?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;29. How is it possible to have a civil war?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;31. If one synchronized swimmer drowns, do the rest drown, too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;32. If you ate pasta and antipasto, would you still be hungry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;33. If you try to fail, and succeed, which have you done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;34. Whose cruel idea was it for the word "Lisp"; to have an "S" in it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;36. Why is it called tourist season if we can't shoot at them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;37. Why is the alphabet in that order? Is it because of that song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;38. If the "black box" flight recorder is never damaged during a plane crash, why isn't the whole airplane made out of that stuff?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;39. Why is there an expiration date on sour cream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Umm, you may have noticed that some of the questions are missing, and that is only because they were kind of inappropriate. I hope you all have a safe and sober drug-free weekend (ha)! I wuvs you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;P.S. I'm beautiful.. I'm beautiful.. I'm beautiful, it's true.. I saw my face in a shiny place.. and i'll never be with you.. cuz i'm far too hot for you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-115041856323210263?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/115041856323210263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=115041856323210263&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115041856323210263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115041856323210263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-for-fun.html' title='just for fun'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-115021245079493238</id><published>2006-06-13T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T10:27:30.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a little story to tell you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once upon a time there was a magical place where it never rained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;THE END&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/10646983-115021245079493238?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/115021245079493238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=115021245079493238&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115021245079493238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115021245079493238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-have-little-story-to-tell-you-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-115013312737686908</id><published>2006-06-12T12:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T13:06:10.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday to a good friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0487.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0487.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY 15th BIRTHDAY TO ONE OF MY FAVORITE PEOPLE IN THE WHOLE WORLD!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE HAVING SOMEONE TO JUST BE WEIRD WITH!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-115013312737686908?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/115013312737686908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=115013312737686908&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115013312737686908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/115013312737686908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-birthday-to-good-friend.html' title='happy birthday to a good friend'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-114986683424311343</id><published>2006-06-09T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T10:31:42.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fred astaire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fredsociety.com/images/astaire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.fredsociety.com/images/astaire.jpg" 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/10646983-114986683424311343?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/114986683424311343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=114986683424311343&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114986683424311343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114986683424311343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/06/fred-astaire.html' title='fred astaire'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-114960601911787210</id><published>2006-06-06T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T10:00:19.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>06.06.06</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia is the fear of the number 666. I bet those hexakosioihexekontahexaphobics are going insane right now. Just look at the date!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-114960601911787210?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/114960601911787210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=114960601911787210&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114960601911787210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114960601911787210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/06/060606.html' title='06.06.06'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-114927937843222221</id><published>2006-06-02T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T15:19:41.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night, a small group of us made a new friend. This friend's name is Hugh. Hugh Rather. This post is completely dedicated to Hugh and his uniqueness. Some things we haven't even discovered about Hugh yet. Hugh is an interesting person. Enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friend Hugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is extremely muscular with arms down to the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;has no feet, but wheels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;has the ugliest wings you have ever seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;has no hair whatsoever, yet has a mohawk (we think its fake)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;always wears ear muffs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;can only hear what he sees (we don't know how because of the ear muffs), and he sees everything upside down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;was raised by wolves on a deserted island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is a mediocre singer in a widly popular band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;laughs like a goat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;has the ability to erase memories from people's minds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;has a favorite saying.. "Forget you! I can fly!" and after it is sad, he drops houses on people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;always smells of exhaust, and we have yet to discover where this smell comes from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;has six inch thumbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;drinks 3 cups of coffee before bed, where he then goes to sleep on a hardwood floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;always has an itch in the middle of his back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;has numerous ingrown toenails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;has a set of very fine dentures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We are still discovering things about Hugh. Hugh is a most peculiar... man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-114927937843222221?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/114927937843222221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=114927937843222221&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114927937843222221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114927937843222221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/06/last-night-small-group-of-us-made-new.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-114867608807525821</id><published>2006-05-26T15:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T15:42:02.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have friends. I always have at least one friend on Earth (because God is always) there for me at all times. And yesterday, I discovered I have one less friend on Earth. As I walked into my bedroom as I was preparing for the POPS Concert, I went to greet my li'l friend. Whenever I walk in, he swims to the top of his tank and flutters around happily, and if he doesn't then, he does when I drop food in there. He did it for neither. I saw him on his side at the bottom. Poor li'l guy. He probably committed sucide, I've heard it can happen (right, Amber?). Either that, or the heat. Hopefully it is the latter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;R.I.P Duke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-114867608807525821?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/114867608807525821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=114867608807525821&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114867608807525821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114867608807525821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-have-friends_26.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-114867546958609665</id><published>2006-05-26T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T16:38:58.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have friends. I always have at least one friend on Earth (because God is always) there for me at all times. And yesterday, I discovered I have one less friend on this here planet. As I walked into my bedroom as I was preparing for the POPS Concert, I went to greet my li'l friend. Whenever I walk in, he swims to the top of his tank and flutters around happily, and if he doesn't then, he does when I drop food in there. He did it for neither. I saw him on his side at the bottom. Poor li'l guy. He probably committed sucide, I've heard it can happen (right, Amber?). Either that, or the heat. Hopefully it is the latter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;R.I.P Duke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-114867546958609665?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/114867546958609665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=114867546958609665&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114867546958609665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114867546958609665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-have-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-114833281704289659</id><published>2006-05-22T16:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T16:20:17.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven days...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-114833281704289659?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/114833281704289659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=114833281704289659&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114833281704289659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114833281704289659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/05/seven-days.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-114798666788591344</id><published>2006-05-18T15:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T16:14:52.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.roswell-thepromise.com/gallery/moviesetal/bill/movies/bogus02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.roswell-thepromise.com/gallery/moviesetal/bill/movies/bogus02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every 22 minutes, someone is killed in an accident caused by a drunk driver. Today, our school was made aware of this. So, every 22 minutes, a grim reaper walked into a random classroom, taking an innocent victim into the hall, putting a tombstone around their neck to symbolize them being one that was killed. Once they were taken, they were supposed to be silenced for the rest of the day. It didn't work very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A funny thing occurred.. My Honors English class is watching &lt;a href="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/P/B000060OFT.01._PE57_.William-Shakespeares-Romeo-Juliet-Special-Edition._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;Romeo and Juliet&lt;/a&gt;.. We were at the fight scene at the beginning of act three.. Where Tybalt kills Mercutio and then Romeo slays Tybalt in outrage. As Romeo is screaming at Tybalt for what he did, the class was in suspense. Though we knew what was going to happen, it was a thrill to see it in a modern way. We're on the edge of our seats.. Romeo pulls the trigger.. Tybalt falls the ground, and.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BAM!!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;That happened at the perfect moment. As Tybalt was falling to the ground in slow motion, we all turned our heads to see a crappy &lt;a href="http://www.blamethepixel.com/sigs/Grim%20Reaper.JPG"&gt;version&lt;/a&gt; of the reaper standing there. And no one saw him come in. But what a perfect moment! It slowly moves its way down the center aisle glaring at each innocent person. It gets to the end of the row.. turns my way.. gets right behind me pointing its..I unfortunately don't know the name of it (let's call it numbchucks).. it gets right behind me pointing its numbchucks at me. I look at Jennie in terror, and this went on for at least 30 seconds. I turns around and takes &lt;a href="http://myspace-332.vo.llnwd.net/00731/23/37/731637332_l.jpg"&gt;Becks&lt;/a&gt; instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-114798666788591344?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/114798666788591344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=114798666788591344&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114798666788591344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114798666788591344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/05/every-22-minutes-someone-is-killed-in.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-114789859957014430</id><published>2006-05-17T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T15:44:10.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/image005_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/image005_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt; Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Spring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-114789859957014430?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/114789859957014430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=114789859957014430&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114789859957014430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114789859957014430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-spring.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-114738452282750232</id><published>2006-05-11T16:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T16:55:47.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, lamentable day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss you all already.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&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/10646983-114738452282750232?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/114738452282750232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=114738452282750232&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114738452282750232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114738452282750232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-lamentable-day-i-miss-you-all.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-114694542436239898</id><published>2006-05-06T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T14:58:17.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's pretty pathetic when you don't have time to get picked last. The teacher knows you would get picked last anyways, so he just numbers off the remaining four people--the same ones every time--onto the teams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am one of those four people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now do you see why I'm so insecure? &lt;em&gt;lol&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/10646983-114694542436239898?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/114694542436239898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=114694542436239898&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114694542436239898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114694542436239898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-pretty-pathetic-when-you-dont-have.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-114677833459192633</id><published>2006-05-04T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T17:01:43.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>not enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://aa.bebo.com/aa/large/2005040119/12062160a4723723b858183197l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://aa.bebo.com/aa/large/2005040119/12062160a4723723b858183197l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom says, "You're growing up TOO fast! You're TOO mature! You're TOO independent!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I say, "I'm NOT growing up fast ENOUGH! I'm NOT mature ENOUGH! I need to be MORE independent!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Speaking of being immature, have any of you read some of my very first posts?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Up until recently, my posts have been horrid and I do not recommend you read them for entertainment purposes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UGH!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;She's right. I am growing up fast.&lt;br /&gt;I've matured alot in the past year, and for that I am glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I must thank you, reader, for knocking some sense into me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Can I get a w00t?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-114677833459192633?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/114677833459192633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=114677833459192633&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114677833459192633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114677833459192633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/05/not-enough.html' title='not enough'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-114660297270547351</id><published>2006-05-02T15:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T15:49:32.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img66.imageshack.us/img66/4458/band24nm.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img66.imageshack.us/img66/4458/band24nm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got so much honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The bees envy me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've got a sweeter song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Than the birds in the trees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess you'd say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;What can make me feel this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;girls,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;girls,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/10646983-114660297270547351?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/114660297270547351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=114660297270547351&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114660297270547351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114660297270547351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/05/ive-got-so-much-honey-bees-envy-me.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-114617231257247854</id><published>2006-04-27T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T17:04:17.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I was walking past the grand wall of sacrifices at one of my &lt;a href="http://www.therevblog.blogspot.com"&gt;favorite&lt;/a&gt; places, I noticed something scribbled at the bottom of one of the sacrifice options. "MUST WORSHIP SATIN," it read. This, clearly, was no typo! And I've been pondering this... Why satin? Why not cotton? or silk? or velvet? or yarn? flax? spandex? burlap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;of course, it was a typo. of course, they meant satan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Please, if you have any information that will help me crack this mystery, let me know!&lt;br /&gt;And, just to clue you in, I crossed it out so none of you would lose sleep over this puzzlement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a QUACKTAST&lt;a href="http://img.adamsandler.jt.org/movies/billy_madison/earpull.jpg"&gt;I&lt;/a&gt;C day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-114617231257247854?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/114617231257247854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=114617231257247854&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114617231257247854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114617231257247854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/04/as-i-was-walking-past-grand-wall-of.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-114556881072827900</id><published>2006-04-20T16:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T16:33:30.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.converse.com/LiveFiles/1/514/1P362_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.converse.com/LiveFiles/1/514/1P362_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else find it extremely hilarious that these are unisex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROM ALT. IN TWO DAYS! SEE YOU ALL THERE (and I probably will)!&lt;br /&gt;I love you. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-114556881072827900?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/114556881072827900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=114556881072827900&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114556881072827900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114556881072827900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/04/does-anyone-else-find-it-extremely.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-114529813442900905</id><published>2006-04-17T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T13:22:14.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>weird conversation</title><content type='html'>Yesterday for Easter, Jackie, Ryan, and I went to Ryan's house in Littlefork. Ryan's brother Justin was there. He wasn't hanging out with us, just sitting in the living room playing his guitar. We were all in the garage and we wanted him to hang with us. I forgot what Ryan was doing, but Jac and I went in the house to get Justin to hang out with us. As we walked in, we heard him in the next room playing guitar. This is how the little conversation went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jac: Wait.. Listen..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, it sounds like something dad plays. No, I don't know. It sounds strangely familiar.&lt;br /&gt;Jac: I.. I think it's Simon &amp; Garfunkel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[walks into living room and sits in chair by Justin]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jac: I love Simon &amp;amp; Garfunkel.&lt;br /&gt;Justin: Oh, do you?&lt;br /&gt;Jac: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Justin: Well, that was The Beatles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you had to have been there, but it was funny at the time. I hope you all had a good Easter break. I love every single one of you! You're all very much appreciated. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-114529813442900905?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/114529813442900905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=114529813442900905&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114529813442900905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114529813442900905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/04/weird-conversation.html' title='weird conversation'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-114494829683617683</id><published>2006-04-13T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T13:28:44.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>an early greeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://teentwist.com/Fun/funnypic5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://teentwist.com/Fun/funnypic5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Good morning! I know I probably won't get a chance to post these things on their actual event time, so I figured I would post them now. Why? Because I love you! &lt;em&gt;Soooooooooooo....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;on saturday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;13th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;BIRTHDAY, SYDNEY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and on sunday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;EASTER,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;EVERYONE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;20th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;BIRTHDAY, MIKE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The caption underneath the picture is supposed to say "what happens when hens eat fruit loops."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, in case I don't see you, good afternoon, good evening, and good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-114494829683617683?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/114494829683617683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=114494829683617683&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114494829683617683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114494829683617683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/04/early-greeting.html' title='an early greeting'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-114478848400248232</id><published>2006-04-11T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T15:48:26.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a belated greeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Because I had no chance until now to post this, I am writing a belated birthday greeting to the best youth pastor EVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;To celebrate, I will sing--type--the lyrics to the song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6477/760/1600/sisters%20matchb.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; wrote for you a few years back. Lyrics can be sung to the tune of Gangstaz Paradise (Coolio) or Amish Paradise (Weird Al). We suggest the latter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;As I walk through the Assembly where I pastor the youth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I ponder the prospects of the things I'd like to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A perfect idea for a summer retreat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where I will invite all the sixth graders I'll meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;At 5:30 on a Wednesday I'm moving chairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm shooting up some pool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'm saying prayers, dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cuz I'm pretty sure that before too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;They'll be flooding through the doors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But, soon, they'll be gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I might make up some new words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But did you hear what I said?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I got a Bible in my hand and no hair on my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But if I finish my devotions, and you finish yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then I promise that next week &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You'll get a bling-bling reward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Been working with my wife in this Hibbing AG paradise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's hard work and sacrifice in this Hibbing AG paradise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;BOOYA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you, dude!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-114478848400248232?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/114478848400248232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=114478848400248232&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114478848400248232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114478848400248232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/04/belated-greeting.html' title='a belated greeting'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-114419538738828521</id><published>2006-04-04T18:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T19:05:29.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>el jugar de tarjetas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dizpins.com/archives/images/2004novemberpics/dl_queen_hearts_112204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.dizpins.com/archives/images/2004novemberpics/dl_queen_hearts_112204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I've always enjoyed playing cards. There are thousands of different games out there: poker, texas hold'em, egyptian war, spoons, straws, or knives (or whatever is handy at the time), or speed (one of my personal favorites). Here is a brief history.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The earliest of playing cards are said to have originated in Central Asia in the 10th century. The Chinese used paper dominoes and they shuffled and dealt them at the beginning of each game, as we do. The four suited decks we use today were invented by the French, and only very wealthy people could afford them because they were hand-painted. With the invention of woodcuts in the 14th century, the French began mass production. The suits--spades, clubs, hearts, diamonds--were the easiest of shapes and used flat colors, therefore they helped facilitate manufacture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Did you know that the kings and queens in each deck represents a high king or queen in history? Here are the kings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;King of Hearts - Charlemagne&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;King of Clubs - Alexander the Great&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;King of Diamonds - Julius Caesar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;King of Spades - King David&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and the queens...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Queen of Hearts - Judith (biblical figure)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Queen of Clubs - Regina (err, unknown)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Queen of Diamonds - Rachel (biblical figure)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Queen of Spades - Pallas Athena (Greek goddess)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-114419538738828521?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/114419538738828521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=114419538738828521&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114419538738828521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114419538738828521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/04/el-jugar-de-tarjetas.html' title='el jugar de tarjetas'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-114409773578972113</id><published>2006-04-03T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T15:56:04.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;You all make me sad. I can levitate birds, and no one cares. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&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/10646983-114409773578972113?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/114409773578972113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=114409773578972113&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114409773578972113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114409773578972113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-all-make-me-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-114375860536003301</id><published>2006-03-30T16:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T16:50:53.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>....american pride???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.comstock.com/FTP/Flags/Web/KS2467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.comstock.com/FTP/Flags/Web/KS2467.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="2" cellpadding="10" border="0"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.asp?action=take&amp;quiz_id=1435" quiz_id="1435"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#505a84;"&gt;Which country should you REALLY be living in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#505a84;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#505a84;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;United States of America&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're an American through and through. You like the idea of liberty and freedom, and enjoy watching the odd ball game with your trusty weiner bun and bud light. Sweet, dude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.asp?action=" quiz_id="1435"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-114375860536003301?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/114375860536003301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=114375860536003301&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114375860536003301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114375860536003301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/03/american-pride.html' title='....american pride???'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-114376054644727669</id><published>2006-03-29T17:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T17:15:46.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;17th&lt;/span&gt; BIRTHDAY, ANDREW!!!!!&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/10646983-114376054644727669?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/114376054644727669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=114376054644727669&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114376054644727669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114376054644727669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-17th-birthday-andrew.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-114349974255122313</id><published>2006-03-27T16:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T16:49:02.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The dinner theatre was a success. And it sure is a good thing we know how to improvise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks to my favorite family for having the cast (and a couple stowaways) over afterwards. It was fun, and I apologize for all the &lt;a href="http://img.epinions.com/images/opti/7c/52/Winning_Moves_Deluxe_Pit_Card_Game_Toys1-resized200.jpg"&gt;noise&lt;/a&gt; we made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-114349974255122313?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/114349974255122313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=114349974255122313&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114349974255122313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114349974255122313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/03/dinner-theatre-was-success.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-114332434065541943</id><published>2006-03-25T16:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T16:05:40.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Bye-bye, blondie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-114332434065541943?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/114332434065541943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=114332434065541943&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114332434065541943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114332434065541943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/03/bye-bye-blondie.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-114281109206571425</id><published>2006-03-19T17:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T17:31:32.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Dear Abby, Dear Abby,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My TV is broke.&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;a href="http://www-s.tucows.com/i/ss/the/wallpaper/cows_wallpaper-1024x768.jpg"&gt;Hershey's&lt;/a&gt; have melted.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm all out of &lt;a href="http://www.mydigishots.com/winners/74.jpg"&gt;Coke&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Can't read my &lt;a href="http://psoup.math.wisc.edu/Enquirer.jpg"&gt;enquirer&lt;/a&gt; because it's all wet.&lt;br /&gt;So, how will I know if they found &lt;a href="http://gracelandking.blogspot.com/"&gt;Elvis&lt;/a&gt; yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Signed, Upset&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-114281109206571425?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/114281109206571425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=114281109206571425&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114281109206571425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114281109206571425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/03/dear-abby-dear-abby-my-tv-is-broke.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-114238168688425510</id><published>2006-03-14T18:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T19:06:22.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need some emotional support.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now I'm going to post a random picture that I found on this library computer. Are you ready, kids? It looks..kinda funny. But it doesn't make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3271/753/400/matt%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-114238168688425510?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/114238168688425510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=114238168688425510&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114238168688425510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114238168688425510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-need-some-emotional-support.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-114203726407807720</id><published>2006-03-10T18:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T18:34:24.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I'm &lt;a href="http://www.abc.net.au/science/news/img/coffee.jpg"&gt;obsessed&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-114203726407807720?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/114203726407807720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=114203726407807720&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114203726407807720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114203726407807720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-think-im-obsessed.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-114168072178470040</id><published>2006-03-06T15:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T15:44:34.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cost of going to winter retreat: $89&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dinner for the first night: $4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Spending time with God and friends all weekend long: &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Priceless&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's alot of things money can't buy. Instead of MasterCard, go to Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHOT THE SHERIFF! But I did not shoot the depu--------------ty!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I could not resist. Only few will know what this truly means. For those who do, HA!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weird Conversation of the Weekend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim: (mumbles something)&lt;br /&gt;Me: What did you say to me?&lt;br /&gt;Tim: What?&lt;br /&gt;Me: You heard me.&lt;br /&gt;Luther: Don't talk to my mother that way!&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?&lt;br /&gt;Luther: Tim's my mother.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, Tim is my brother, so I guess I'm your aunt, then.&lt;br /&gt;Luther: No...&lt;br /&gt;Me: What, then?&lt;br /&gt;Luther: That makes you my uncle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-114168072178470040?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/114168072178470040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=114168072178470040&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114168072178470040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114168072178470040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/03/cost-of-going-to-winter-retreat-89.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-114107751216242721</id><published>2006-02-27T15:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T16:02:46.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life has been nice the past few weeks. I'm slowly, blindly teaching myself to not be so paranoid and more normal.. Also not so self-conscious. It seems to be working, no? I have been extremely happy for reasons I cannot explain, and, &lt;a href="http://www.wvah.com/programs/kingofthehill/peggyhill.jpg"&gt;in my opinion&lt;/a&gt;, I have been a funner person to hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;I had a fairly good birthday, despite the fact that I was as sick as a dog, but we had my favorite meal of oyster stew, &lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/5/58/Jones_Green_Apple_Soda.JPG/225px-Jones_Green_Apple_Soda.JPG"&gt;Jones&lt;/a&gt;, and blueberry &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/Cluedokid25/Picture204.jpg"&gt;pie&lt;/a&gt; (didn't you notice I gained weight?). Actually, we had oreo cheesecake, which was simply marvelous. Thank you to everyone who wished me a happy day and who helped make it possible. It is very much appreciated. And to those who didn't, I love you anyways.&lt;br /&gt;And, to everyone reading this, I would like to dedicate a song. I did not write it. It is rather &lt;a href="http://www.werbeblogger.de/media/angus.jpg"&gt;cheesy&lt;/a&gt;. It's just a fun song to sing and I feel like writing out the lyrics, so why not dedicate it to all you lovely people? I suppose it's not really a "dedication" without me writing it. Moving along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;that I couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;That you were always there beside&lt;br /&gt;me thought I was alone with no one&lt;br /&gt;to hold butyou were always there beside me&lt;br /&gt;This feelings like no other&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;I've never had someone&lt;br /&gt;that knows me like you do&lt;br /&gt;the way you do&lt;br /&gt;I've never had someone&lt;br /&gt;as good for me as you&lt;br /&gt;no one like you&lt;br /&gt;so lonely before&lt;br /&gt;I finally found&lt;br /&gt;what I've been looking for&lt;br /&gt;so good to be seen so good to be heard&lt;br /&gt;don't have to say a word&lt;br /&gt;for so long I was lost&lt;br /&gt;so good to be found&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving having you around&lt;br /&gt;this feelings like no other&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;I've never had someone&lt;br /&gt;that knows me like you do&lt;br /&gt;the way you do I've never had someone&lt;br /&gt;as good for as good for me as you&lt;br /&gt;no one like you&lt;br /&gt;so lonely before I finally found&lt;br /&gt;what I've been looking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;doo doo doo doodoo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;doo doo doodoo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;whoa-oa-oa-oh &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;doo doo doodoo doodoo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;doodoo doo doo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;whoa-oa-oa-oh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. I am a nerd. And &lt;a href="http://www.artistdirect.com/Images/Sources/UBLPORTRAITS/overrides/beatles.jpg"&gt;here's&lt;/a&gt; an extra link just because I now am a fan. Thanks to two families I know. You know who you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-114107751216242721?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/114107751216242721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=114107751216242721&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114107751216242721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114107751216242721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/02/life-has-been-nice-past-few-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-114049510495266879</id><published>2006-02-21T12:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T15:03:33.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Due to the graphic nature of this post, reader's discretion is advised&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy and Pablo are walking Tracy's dog Maximilliano down Howard street, discussing books, movies, and life in general. It was their first date.&lt;br /&gt;"I really like you," says Tracy.&lt;br /&gt;"I really like you, too," replies Pablo.&lt;br /&gt;"Woof," barks Maximilliano.&lt;br /&gt;Tracy and Pablo are now walking hand in hand, slowly passing by each store. Suddenly, thousands of screaming people and many beeping horns invade the semi-silence of Hibbing.&lt;br /&gt;"What's wrong," screams Tracy.&lt;br /&gt;As Pablo turns to answer, a car spins around the nearest corner, a blonde haired girl in the drivers seat, smiles and waves to a passing peer. It appears to be Brooke. Not paying attention to her surroundings, she drives on the sidewalk for nearly a block, striking Pablo and also Maximilliano bringing them to the ground, and running them both over afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;"Nooooo!!!!!!!!" yells Tracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy woke up a second later. It was just a dream. Good thing Brooke doesn't take driver's training until April. Look out, pedestrians!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, look! &lt;a href="http://www.playbill.com/images/photos/hsmusical.jpg"&gt;It&lt;/a&gt;'s my birthday present to me! I&lt;a href="http://us.ent4.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/walt_disney/the_emperor_s_new_groove/groove17.jpg"&gt;'&lt;/a&gt;m so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(-cough- what a nerd)&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/10646983-114049510495266879?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/114049510495266879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=114049510495266879&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114049510495266879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114049510495266879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/02/due-to-graphic-nature-of-this-post.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-114012635530047283</id><published>2006-02-16T15:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T15:45:55.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>you know you live in 2006 when...</title><content type='html'>1) you accidentally enter your password on a microwave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) you haven't played solitaire with real cards in years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) the real reason for not staying in touch with your friends is that they don't have a screen name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) you'd rather look all over the house for the remote instead of just pushing the button on the tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) your boss doesnt even have the ability to do your job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) you read this list, &amp; keep nodding and smiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) as you read this list, you think about sending it to all your friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) and.. you were to busy too notice number 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) you actually scrolled back up to check that there was no 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) &amp; now you're laughing at your stupidity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) leave a comment if you fell for it. &lt;em&gt;(you know you did)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-114012635530047283?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/114012635530047283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=114012635530047283&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114012635530047283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/114012635530047283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-know-you-live-in-2006-when.html' title='you know you live in 2006 when...'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-113986754169137247</id><published>2006-02-13T15:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T15:52:21.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cspotsminiaturehorses.homestead.com/files/redfish0504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://cspotsminiaturehorses.homestead.com/files/redfish0504.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is almost exactly what my new fish, Duke, looks like. He's a cutie, no doubt about it. But the thing is, he won't eat. He must miss his friends at the &lt;a href="http://lawprofessors.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/walmart.jpg"&gt;store&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-113986754169137247?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/113986754169137247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=113986754169137247&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113986754169137247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113986754169137247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-is-almost-exactly-what-my-new.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-113961245415695889</id><published>2006-02-10T16:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T17:00:54.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the top 18 ways to confuse santa</title><content type='html'>1. Instead of milk and cookies, leave him a salad, and a note explaining that you think he could stand to lose a few pounds.                                                                                                                        2. While he's in the house, go find his sleigh and write him a speeding ticket.                                   3. Leave him a note, explaining that you've gone away for the holidays. Ask if he would mind watering your plants.                                                                                                                                  4. While he's in the house, replace all his reindeer with exact replicas. Then wait and see what happens when he tries to get them to fly.                                                                                                5. Keep an angry bull in your living room. If you think a bull goes crazy when he sees a little red cape, wait until he sees that big, red Santa suit!                                                                                     6. Build an army of mean-looking snowmen on the roof, holding signs that say "We hate Christmas," and "Go away Santa"                                                                                                            7. Leave a note by the telephone, telling Santa that Mrs. Claus called and wanted to remind him to pick up some milk and a loaf of bread on his way home.                                                                  8. Throw a surprise party for Santa when he comes down the chimney. Refuse to let him leave until the root beer keg arrives.                                                                                                                                   9. While he's in the house, find the sleigh and sit in it. As soon as he comes back and sees you, tell him that he shouldn't have missed that last payment, and take off.                                                 10. Leave a plate filled with cookies and a glass of milk out, with a note that says, "For The Tooth Fairy." Leave another plate out with half a stale cookie and a few drops of skim milk in a dirty glass with a note that says "For Santa"                                                                                                  11. Take everything out of your house as if it's just been robbed. When Santa arrives, show up dressed like a policeman and say, "Well, well. They always return to the scene of the crime."    12. Leave out a copy of your Christmas list with last-minute changes and corrections.                13. While he's in the house, cover the top of the chimney with barbed wire.                                   14. Leave lots of hunting trophies and guns out where Santa's sure to see them. Go outside, yell, "Ooh! Look! A deer! And he's got a red nose!" and fire a gun.                                                           15. Leave Santa a note, explaining that you've moved. Include a map with unclear and hard-to-read directions to your new house.                                                                                                         16. Leave out a Santa suit, with a dry-cleaning bill.                                                                             17. Paint "hoof-prints" all over your face and clothes. While he's in the house, go out on the roof. When he comes back up, act like you've been "trampled." Threaten to sue.                                   18. Dress up like the Easter Bunny. Wait for Santa to come and then say, "This neighborhood ain't big enough for the both of us."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-113961245415695889?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/113961245415695889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=113961245415695889&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113961245415695889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113961245415695889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/02/top-18-ways-to-confuse-santa.html' title='the top 18 ways to confuse santa'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-113935321073899224</id><published>2006-02-07T16:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T17:00:10.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>19 ways to maintain a healthy level of insanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. At Lunch Time, Sit in Your Parked Car with Sunglasses on and point a Hair Dryer at Passing Cars. See If They Slow Down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Page Yourself Over The Intercom. Don't Disguise Your Voice.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Every Time Someone Asks You To Do Something, Ask If They Want Fries with that.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Put Your Garbage Can On Your Desk And Label It "In".     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Put Decaf In The Coffee Maker For 3 Weeks. Once everyone has Gotten over Their Caffeine Addictions, Switch to Espresso.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. In the Memo Field Of All Your Checks, Write "For Smuggling Diamonds"     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Finish All Your sentences with "In Accordance With the Prophecy."     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;8. dont use any punctuation   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;9. As Often As Possible, Skip Rather Than Walk.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;10. Order diet water with a serious face whenever you go out to eat.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;11. Specify That Your Drive-through Order Is "To Go."     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;12. Sing Along At The Opera.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;13. Go To A Poetry Recital And Ask Why The Poems Don't Rhyme.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;14. Put Mosquito Netting Around Your Work Area And Play Tropical Sounds All Day.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;15. Five Days In Advance, Tell Your Friends You Can't Attend Their Party Because You're not in the Mood.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;16. Have Your Co-workers Address You by Your Wrestling Name, Rock Bottom.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;17. When The Money Comes Out The ATM, Scream "I Won! I Won!"     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;18. When Leaving the Zoo, Start Running towards the Parking lot, yelling "Run for Your Lives, They're Loose!!"     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;19. Tell Your Children Over Dinner, "Due To the Economy, We Are Going To Have To Let One Of You Go."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-113935321073899224?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/113935321073899224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=113935321073899224&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113935321073899224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113935321073899224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/02/19-ways-to-maintain-healthy-level-of.html' title='19 ways to maintain a healthy level of insanity'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-113926361323503001</id><published>2006-02-06T15:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T16:09:27.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>top 20 reasons why i'm a happy camper (as of this moment, and in no specific order)</title><content type='html'>1) The concert was the best I've been to (besides &lt;a href="http://shatteredassembly.blogspot.com"&gt;our&lt;/a&gt; own)&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://www.ultimateevents.org.uk/images/uploads/20050514128.2560fa0a.jpg"&gt;Matt Dalley&lt;/a&gt; (a great bassist) wished JWilly a happy birthday, as I asked him to&lt;br /&gt;3) I talked to Jay Williams today. And he opened the door for me... TWICE!!!&lt;br /&gt;4) I walked behind a certain &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=duke"&gt;person&lt;/a&gt; for 3 minutes (he walks slow)&lt;br /&gt;5) I registered for all of my sophomore classes&lt;br /&gt;6) I got to talk to Matt Dalley&lt;br /&gt;7) I'm totally PUMPED UP for &lt;a href="http://www.evanston4th.org/2004/dscn0834.jpg"&gt;marching&lt;/a&gt; band this summer&lt;br /&gt;8) The summer of eleventh grade, I get to go to Germany (possibly) for band&lt;br /&gt;9) I get pizza tonight for dinner (sadly it's the kind advertized by Jessica Simpson, and just for that it makes me want &lt;a href="http://www.borderfoods.com/images/Pizza%20Hut%20logo%20-%20gp.JPG"&gt;it&lt;/a&gt; less)&lt;br /&gt;10) My 15th birthday is in 15 days (cool!)&lt;br /&gt;11) I might get a job at the library&lt;br /&gt;12) I'm terrible at &lt;a href="http://www.comp.leeds.ac.uk/ugadmit/cogsci/percept/pics/cards.gif"&gt;lying&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) I got into Honors Biology&lt;br /&gt;14) I got to shake Matt Dalley's hand&lt;br /&gt;15) I got a shirt that says "Save the Unicorns!"&lt;br /&gt;16) I got to see Superchic[k] in concert&lt;br /&gt;17) I got to see KJ-52 in concert&lt;br /&gt;18) I got to SEE Matt Dalley&lt;br /&gt;19) I get to watch 7th Heaven tonight&lt;br /&gt;20) I have the best friends in the whole world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-113926361323503001?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/113926361323503001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=113926361323503001&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113926361323503001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113926361323503001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/02/top-20-reasons-why-im-happy-camper-as.html' title='top 20 reasons why i&apos;m a happy camper (as of this moment, and in no specific order)'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-113893018787039724</id><published>2006-02-02T19:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T19:29:47.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img97.imageshack.us/img97/5862/superchicconcertcropped1zx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img97.imageshack.us/img97/5862/superchicconcertcropped1zx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yeah. Jess's birthday. On Saturday. YEAH BABY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;And, since I know I won't be posting on Saturday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/SouthBeach/Shores/5651/15bday/rosiechan15.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, JWILLY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Weird Conversation of the Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gemini: Don't look now, Brooke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: Why? What? WHERE? WHO?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gemini: Behind us..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: (looks and sees attractive guy) WHAT?! OH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(err, that was a stupid one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-113893018787039724?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/113893018787039724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=113893018787039724&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113893018787039724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113893018787039724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-113866004922697592</id><published>2006-01-30T16:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T16:31:05.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>post 1 - january 30</title><content type='html'>Just &lt;a href="http://images.zap2it.com/20060109/highschoolmusical_240.jpg"&gt;because&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-113866004922697592?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/113866004922697592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=113866004922697592&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113866004922697592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113866004922697592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/01/post-1-january-30.html' title='post 1 - january 30'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-113865932203828499</id><published>2006-01-30T16:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T16:17:42.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>post 2 - january 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;1 Corinthians 13:4 says, "Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This week, I haven't been very loving. Sure, at times I was kind, but I was just covering up my bitter heart. I don't really know why I was acting as I was, though I do belive God was testing my patience, and how I act in certain situations. I am deeply sorry if I hurt you this week by my actions or words, I don't know what overcame me. I love you all.. I pray that God would give me the strength to be kind to others, no matter the time of day, my feelings, their feelings, religion, race, previous, actions, and whatever else I can think of. I pray that you all will, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Weird Conversation of the Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Andy: Whoa, what the heck happened to your eyebrows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: WHAT?! There's nothing wrong with them! Is there? No!! What are you talking about? SHUT UP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Andy: I was kidding, I'm sorry. I wasn't serious, I'm sorry. I love you, Brooke. You know what? I have a confession to make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: Oh? What is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Andy: When first I met you, I thought you were a druggie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: Oh, that's nice. &lt;em&gt;(long pause)&lt;/em&gt; UGH! You're right&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;! My eyebrows are messed up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Andy: BROOKE! I was kidding! They're fine! There's nothing wrong with you. I swear. &lt;em&gt;(10 seconds later)&lt;/em&gt; Uhh, eww, what happened to your fingernails?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: AHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-113865932203828499?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/113865932203828499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=113865932203828499&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113865932203828499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113865932203828499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/01/post-2-january-30.html' title='post 2 - january 30'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-113865545228548686</id><published>2006-01-30T15:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T16:17:28.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>post 3 - january 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tell.fll.purdue.edu/JapanProj/FLClipart/Adjectives/angry.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://tell.fll.purdue.edu/JapanProj/FLClipart/Adjectives/angry.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for sending me that wonderful crush e-mail. I fell for it. UGHHHHHHHHHH. I thought it was like &lt;a href="http://www.lovecalculator.com"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; stupid thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-113865545228548686?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/113865545228548686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=113865545228548686&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113865545228548686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113865545228548686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/01/post-3-january-30.html' title='post 3 - january 30'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-113788026074066314</id><published>2006-01-21T15:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T15:51:00.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope everyone is having a wonderful day! I'm not, for various reasons. But I get to babysit in about an hour and a half, which will be pretty sweet. I've been getting alot of babysitting offers lately, which I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/0/06/Disney_Jafar.gif/150px-Disney_Jafar.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;ecstatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; about. My birthday is exactly one month from today. Which means I get to start driving, baby! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cerberus.gamershell.com/screenshots/8389/173877_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;! Hope you all have a good day (for the most part) and good luck bluejackets at tonights games! And Happy Birthday, Mr. Pearson!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Weird Conversation of the Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom: Brooke, do you have any money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: No, why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom: I'm hungry. I want snacks or some food or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: Oh, sorry. (long pause) Oh, yeah. Jac can't bring you the paper cuz she doesn't have one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom: Darnit! Can you go buy one for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: I don't have any money, Mom, I told you that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom: Hmm. Well, I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-113788026074066314?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/113788026074066314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=113788026074066314&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113788026074066314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113788026074066314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-hope-everyone-is-having-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-113755358178850695</id><published>2006-01-17T21:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T21:06:21.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Weird Conversation of the Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: (anxiously digging through closet looking for shoes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom: Oh, Brooke, what are you doing? Looking for a snack for school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: (blank stare)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom: Oh! I thought you were digging through the &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; closet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-113755358178850695?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/113755358178850695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=113755358178850695&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113755358178850695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113755358178850695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/01/weird-conversation-of-day-me-anxiously.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-113666376064104543</id><published>2006-01-07T13:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T13:56:48.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy New Year! I hope you have have been doing well. School has been going well, I think I am improving in most of my classes because I have this determination to do well (and I don't know where it came from). I've went over to people's houses and had alot of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ddrnation.com/images/DDR_PICS/v3pad.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; with a game &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; got for Christmas, I've went to baking gigs and new year's bashes, seen a new baby and even participated in a talent show. But I've mostly stayed home, which I needed. My mom lacks company most of the time and I like staying home with her, but I like getting out, too. I'm now on the 4th book of a kick awesome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uk.bol.com/images/titles/07447_140.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; (I'm a slow reader. Not really. I just slack off and watch TV instead) which I got for Christmas (even though it is in the wrong order). Also, I have a dress for prom alt.! It's really nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have come up with a new idea for the end of each post. I will post an interesting conversation I have participated in that struck me funny, for my own entertainment and hopefully yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Weird Conversation of the Post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: (coughs uncontrollably for around 30 seconds)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jac: Bless you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: I coughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jac: Oh. Heehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-113666376064104543?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/113666376064104543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=113666376064104543&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113666376064104543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113666376064104543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year-i-hope-you-have-have.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-113572301807002686</id><published>2005-12-27T16:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T16:37:44.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; 16, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://drummersticks.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BRITT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(and)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt; DAY TO &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5115/737/1600/144_4441.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LEVI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-113572301807002686?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/113572301807002686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=113572301807002686&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113572301807002686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113572301807002686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-sweet-16-britt-and-happy-birth.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-113503263634051822</id><published>2005-12-19T16:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T16:50:36.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sju.edu/~syforman/pow/Fall04/burglar2.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.sju.edu/~syforman/pow/Fall04/burglar2.GIF" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I was sitting at my usual table at church yesterday morning listening to Pastor Randy speak momentarily on how people get &lt;a href="http://www.galenfrysinger.ws/movies/christmas_story_c.jpg"&gt;distracted&lt;/a&gt; during the holidays and focus on material things rather than the &lt;a href="http://yule_rejoice.tripod.com/c-cb/cb2.jpg"&gt;truth&lt;/a&gt;, I quickly let it in my brain, then pushed it back out and thought, "I focus on God, I focus on the truth, I never get distracted by gifts or money or any of that." Little did I know that later that day, I would be tested.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     After church, a friend asked if I would like to accompany her, her brother, and her mom to Duluth for some Christmas shopping. I said yes, knowing I had a fairly large amount of money (for someone of my age group--it was the same amount that Jenni won at WR05) in my wallet at that exact moment, I asked permission and we were off. When we first got there, we went directly to the food court for lunch, and I went to Taco John's, and as I went to pay for my meal, I opened up my purse to discover an EMPTY wallet. I nervously dug through my purse to find nothing. "Oh, I guess I've been robbed..," I said to the girl behind the counter, she mumbled something to a worker behind her, and gave me my order number and receipt, saying that she would take care of it (that was really nice of her, I felt so stupid, though). I called my mom asking her if she took it, and a few other people as well, and they all replied with the same answer. But, the question is, where could this money have gone? On Saturday night as I was walking through Wal-Mart, I held on to my purse knowing of the money and being afraid of pick-pockets, and I bought &lt;a href="http://www.fortwaynegrocery.com/dbphotos/4180071600CF.GIF"&gt;juice&lt;/a&gt; with it, and this was around 10:30 PM, and I had my belongings with me for the rest of the night. I came home, went to bed, got up and went to church. I had it with me throughout the whole first service and coffee groups, then put it on my normal spot on one of the pews near the nursery, then proceeded to the toddler room. So, I'm assuming that it happened at church (whoever it was had a good chance, my stupidity of leaving it in the middle of the open with a large sum of money). Yes, church, of ALL places. I assumed it wouldn't get stolen because it's the House of God and most things don't get stolen at church. And I was really upset about losing it. I was mad that I was no longer able to buy the things that I wanted with it (the money was a Christmas gift from my male parental unit so we could pick out our own gifts), and I was mad. But then I remembered that this season isn't about the gifts, or the money, or anything else except for the Prince of Peace, Alpha and Omega, the Holy One--Jesus, and that made me feel less upset about losing the money. It would be nice to get it back, though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-113503263634051822?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/113503263634051822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=113503263634051822&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113503263634051822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113503263634051822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2005/12/as-i-was-sitting-at-my-usual-table-at.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-113390532018234436</id><published>2005-12-06T15:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T15:42:00.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>dental phobia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bitterandtwisted.org/twisted/images/portfolioimages/Dentist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.bitterandtwisted.org/twisted/images/portfolioimages/Dentist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental phobia is the phobia--or fear--of dentists. Why are most people afraid of dentists and/or their aids? Perhaps people are afraid that they're breath may have a hideous odor to it, only instead to find that the hygenist has it (that happened to me yesterday) instead. Or maybe when they're rinsing out your mouth, they won't put the sucky thing in your mouth and you'll drown. I know that as a child, I was afraid of the dentist, until I was about the age of 6 or 7. I had ginormous cavities on my back molars, and the pain was excruciating. When I went in to have them filled, the cavities themselves hurt less than the &lt;a href="http://www.betterendo.com/COURSE/JPEGHI/FIG1_1.JPG"&gt;shot&lt;/a&gt;. So, because he took the pain of my cavity away by filling it, I liked him and wasn't afraid of him, he was my friend. In August of this year, I had 4 teeth extractions and wasn't too afraid. They had to give me 8 shots in the mouth, but to make it less painful they put the numbing gel on, but it honestly didn't feel like he put any on, he even said so. "Whoops, didn't put enough".. AFTER he gave the shots. All 8 of 'em.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday as I went to the dentist for the routine cleaning, they needed to take some X-Rays. As the nurse was sticking the cardboard in my mouth and told me to bite down, I did as she did, and I wasn't nice about it either, soon to discover that I bit down so violently that I bit her finger instead, not only did that happen ONCE, but TWICE. I felt bad. Oh well, she deserved it for not whitening my teeth... just brushing them and flossing, which I do everyday. (Half of it, anyways :) The dentist came in and told me I have TWO cavities. TWO! I didn't even notice them, they're that small. I've never gotten any prevention stuff to prevent this kind of stuff from happening.. Are they doing this to torture me?&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, she calmly explained that the two cavities I have are on the chewing surfaces of my teeth (isn't that where they all are?) and won't even be noticeable, and since they are in the groove of the chewing surfaces of my teeth, they are "easy" cavities. I hope that by the time I get them filled, they will not have increased in size so there may be the possibility of no novacaine, which is a good thing! I don't like cavities, I already have a million from my childhood. They could've at least attempted to prevent these (or any) from happening. Or they could've given me fluoride to lighten the moment (and my teeth), that at least would've made my day a little brighter (no pun intended).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-113390532018234436?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/113390532018234436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=113390532018234436&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113390532018234436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113390532018234436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2005/12/dental-phobia.html' title='dental phobia'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-113330266146198099</id><published>2005-11-29T16:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T16:17:41.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;If you could have any animal in the world as a pet, what would it be, why, and what would you name it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-113330266146198099?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/113330266146198099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=113330266146198099&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113330266146198099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113330266146198099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2005/11/if-you-could-have-any-animal-in-world.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-113294329406878456</id><published>2005-11-25T12:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T12:33:22.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hope you all had a good Thanksgiving! I did, I suppose. My neighbors came over to join us for dinner, and they annoy me. They really have no reason to annoy me, they never did anything to me. But I just get annoyed and really stressed out by them. And I don't even know why. The female half calls my mom "Momma" which disturbs me because she is MY momma, and not hers. But why should I care? If she wants to call her Momma, go for it. BUT IT SHOULDN'T ANNOY ME, GAUL DANGIT. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I forgot to push record on Wednesday for Lost, and I called my mom but she wasn't home, so she couldn't either, so I missed it. And all the things happened that I was waiting to happen. Like the husbands who were seperated from their wives reuniting, Shannon being shot. YES. It all happened. Augh. Oh well. OH. And to top it off, I have an aching headache and an infection, which I will not give details on whatsoever. People were being rude to me in English all week in school. Just.. Augh. BLECHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not my day. Or, rather, week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-113294329406878456?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/113294329406878456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=113294329406878456&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113294329406878456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113294329406878456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-hope-you-all-had-good-thanksgiving-i.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-113269899291715779</id><published>2005-11-22T16:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T16:36:32.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A smile is a universal expression of happiness and is recognized as such by all cultures. Smiling releases endorfments that make us feel better.. Even faking a smile makes you feel better. Some people do not realize that a simple smile or hello can brighten someone's day. I was walking around with my good &lt;a href="http://ibrakeforunicorns.blogspot.com"&gt;friend&lt;/a&gt; today and we walked on main street sticking up &lt;a href="http://www.avatarhome.com/AniGifs/Peter_Pan/peterpan3.gif"&gt;fliers&lt;/a&gt; and some of the people in the stores were just so smiley (sadly, none of them were Dave) and happy that I couldn't help but smile. One man, Matt (he owns a computer store on Howard), greeted us with "Sup?" and I couldn't help but laugh... uncontrollably. Yes, that's me for ya. He simply said "Sorry, I'm crazy." I replied with "I know" because I had recognized the guy from a midnight showing of Spiderman 2 (it's a long story).. We talked about that for awhile and I don't think he realized how that brightened my day. Happy, funny people brighten my day more than they think (if they think anything of it in the first place). So, even if you're feeling down, try to smile (even if you fake it, like I said before.. It'll eventually make you feel better!!), you don't know who's day you'll brighten (some people may not get through the day until they see that smile). So, stay happy, stay healthy, get out there, and SMILE!!&lt;a href="http://img297.imageshack.us/img297/2762/142_4214.jpg"&gt;!&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-113269899291715779?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/113269899291715779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=113269899291715779&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113269899291715779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113269899291715779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2005/11/smile-is-universal-expression-of.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-113226435876694176</id><published>2005-11-17T15:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T15:52:38.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't you just sometimes wish you had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poetryandpraise.com/images/graphic%20-%20heaven"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Almighty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; power just to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sandscripts.com/catalog/wedding/gif/bolt_stirrers.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;zap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; people whenever you want to? But since none of us have that power, we can use &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://windexrocks0.tripod.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/logo_big_windex.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; resources.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-113226435876694176?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/113226435876694176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=113226435876694176&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113226435876694176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113226435876694176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2005/11/dont-you-just-sometimes-wish-you-had.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-113215895770558696</id><published>2005-11-16T10:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T10:35:57.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hated?</title><content type='html'>As all of you know, I'm a slacker. I slack off. Yes. The past two months, I have been working with the school play for the past few months (you should go see it), and last month we got advertisement posters to post everywhere. I got one for my locker, and slacked off to putting it up until today. So, I put it on the outside of my locker proudly, then quickly went upstairs to get help with my algebra, only to come down finding it ripped up with holes in it about 10 feet away from my locker. Sad. I didn't think people hated me enough to do that. And yes, I have a suspect as to who did it. Idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, the best way to spread Christmas cheer is singing loud for all to hear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-113215895770558696?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/113215895770558696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=113215895770558696&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113215895770558696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113215895770558696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2005/11/hated.html' title='hated?'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-113166578247114494</id><published>2005-11-10T17:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T17:36:22.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holy cow! The &lt;a href="http://pdl.warnerbros.com/wbmovies/charlie/flashsite/downloads/wallpapers/images/1280_g.jpg"&gt;oompa loompa&lt;/a&gt; is &lt;a href="http://www.starwars.jp/character/image/droopy_mccool.jpg/"&gt;Droopy McCool&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-113166578247114494?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/113166578247114494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=113166578247114494&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113166578247114494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113166578247114494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2005/11/holy-cow-oompa-loompa-is-droopy-mccool.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-113166424149179133</id><published>2005-11-10T17:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T17:10:41.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Satan has been testing my patience lately. Like two seconds ago, for instance. I wrote this entire post, went to do spell check, and the entire thing got deleted. Augh.&lt;br /&gt;These past few weeks have been fairly large bumps in the road. I've been rude, conceited, disrespectful, impatient, annoying, frustrated.. Not to mention my kind actions being sparse. The list goes on! Thus, my end-of-year resolution. I have told myself if I better myself by the end of 2005, I will buy myself a gifty (hopefully Hillsong United, but I'm not 100% sure that I will accomplish it), assuming that I will better myself. You see, I must teach myself not to get annoyed over little things, once that is acheived, I will be closer to being a more patient person, and once I am patient, I won't be rude, conceited, disrespectful, and the remainder of the list as much as before (no one is perfect). So, my fellow reader, pray that God will give me the strength to accomplish this to make myself a better person and most definitely a better friend. I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-113166424149179133?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/113166424149179133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=113166424149179133&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113166424149179133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113166424149179133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2005/11/satan-has-been-testing-my-patience.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-113166358855233200</id><published>2005-11-10T16:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T16:59:48.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'>school prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I sit me down in school &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where praying is  against the rule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;For this great nation under God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finds mention of Him very odd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;If Scripture now the class recites,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It  violates the Bill of Rights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And anytime my  head I bow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Becomes a Federal matter now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Our hair can be purple,  orange or green,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;That's no offense; it's a freedom scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The law is specific, the law is  precise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Prayers spoken aloud are a serious  vice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;For praying in a public hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Might offend someone with no faith at  all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;In silence alone we must meditate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;God's name is prohibited  by the  state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We're allowed to cuss and dress like freaks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;They've outlawed guns,  but FIRST the Bible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;To quote the Good Book makes me liable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And the 'unwed  daddy,' our Senior King.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's "inappropriate" to teach right from wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We're taught that such "judgments" do not belong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We can get our condoms and birth controls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Study witchcraft, vampires and  totem poles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But  the Ten Commandments are not allowed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;No word of God must reach this crowd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's scary here I must confess,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;When chaos reigns the school's a  mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, Lord, this silent plea I make:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Should I be shot; My soul please take!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-113166358855233200?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/113166358855233200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=113166358855233200&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113166358855233200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113166358855233200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2005/11/school-prayer.html' title='school prayer'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-113106110956680422</id><published>2005-11-03T17:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T17:42:31.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>(on saturday)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://stencilwithstyle.com/LM%20239%20Happy%20Birthday%202.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://stencilwithstyle.com/LM%20239%20Happy%20Birthday%202.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY, JASON!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(and..I know you'll never read this, but)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;HAPPY 15th BIRTHDAY, SEAN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-113106110956680422?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/113106110956680422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=113106110956680422&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113106110956680422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113106110956680422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2005/11/on-saturday.html' title='(on saturday)'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-113106032538984239</id><published>2005-11-03T17:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T17:25:25.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, Amber came home this weekend! It was great fun. We went to the NK Game then went to the Willy's for pizza afterwards, and we met a kid named Kyle from NK, he's really nice. On the way home, Amber and I bought soup for Mark and Kari cuz they were both sick (and now alot of poeple in the youth group are sick because germs spread quickly) and we chatted for a short while then left. On Sunday, I played on worship team and after the 2nd service, some of us went to McDonald's. Following McDonald's, a few of us went to Jason's for a while (I can't even remember why.. Jason had to get something at his house or something..  it doesn't matter. CONTINUING) and then we went to Wal-Mart, did stuff there, saw a singing deer.. Jason and I went to the Reini's so he could drop something off, then Jenni and I went to my house hoping that my mom could bring us to cell groups (she said she would) then when we got there, she complained so we had to have the Colonel and the Blonde bring us (sorry). Cell groups was interesting. Blah blah blah.. We had pizza.. Then we had the ride out to the Drewlow's for the HAYRIDE. Muahaha, now the interesting half of the post!&lt;br /&gt;         At the farm, there were two trailers pulling hay behind the tractor, a calm and a rowdy one. I went on the calm one, then knocked some sense into myself and went on the rowdy one. I had about 6 people on top of me wrestling each other numerous times, and they didn't know I was under there. Someone pulled me up every time. Half way through the ride, more than half of the rowdy was now on the calm, more room to tackle. Yessssssssss. Siiiiiiiii. I was talking to Amber, I believe, when Luke comes up and shoves hay in my face and tackles me and continues shoving it in my face, mouth, and hair. I escaped then later did it in return, to him and to everyone else who was left.. Except Kranny. I was pushed off once, but we weren't moving, so I wasn't injured. Yeah. I got to see lots of my buds who went away to college this week. Craig, Ruth, Deanne, Thomas, and AMBER! So it was a good weekend. Yeah. It was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-113106032538984239?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/113106032538984239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=113106032538984239&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113106032538984239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113106032538984239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2005/11/well-amber-came-home-this-weekend-it.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-113045978362794592</id><published>2005-10-27T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T19:43:34.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dearest &lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/a/a8/Lost-jack.jpg/180px-Lost-jack.jpg"&gt;Jack&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been hearing you and your father saying some nasty things, such as "..that's why the Sox will never win the World Series." Well, I'm sorry &lt;a href="http://www.homestarrunner.com/tgs10.html"&gt;Mr. Hotbod Handsomeface&lt;/a&gt;, the White Sox WON the Series yesterday, after the longest game in Series history... and it was their first win since the middle of WWI - 1917. But it's not like YOU would know that, since you're on a deserted island in the middle of the Pacific. So, I thought I would write you this friendly note to let you know. And, your father can't contact you because he's dead, and if he were alive, he wouldn't be able to freakin' tell you anyways because YOU'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE. GAUL DANGIT! But I love that you're in the middle of nowhere. If you weren't, I would have nothing to look forward to on Wednesday nights besides church. Thank you. Thank you very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a Lost junkie&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/10646983-113045978362794592?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/113045978362794592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=113045978362794592&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113045978362794592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113045978362794592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2005/10/dearest-jack-i-have-been-hearing-you.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-113028357130520138</id><published>2005-10-25T18:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T18:39:31.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;GOOD LUCK BLUEJACKET FOOTBALL!!! BEAT DENFELD DEAD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-113028357130520138?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/113028357130520138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=113028357130520138&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113028357130520138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113028357130520138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2005/10/good-luck-bluejacket-football-beat.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-113028112162277745</id><published>2005-10-25T17:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T18:38:02.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello reader! My apologies for not posting more frequently, but I have been quite busy with the play, homework, and most importantly.. MYC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the last one, it was a blast! I was in a room with Jess, Jenn, and Natalie, and boy was that interesting! On Thursday, we went to service and stayed for the Grits concert, which was awesome! We danced.. ALOT. After the concert, we went back to the hotel and the girls had a popcorn party and talked about the usual girly-like stuff. We went to bed. Blah, blah, blah. I went to breakfast with Jenn and we went back to our room, started flipping through the channels, and we watched the ending of the &lt;a href="http://www.ezee.info/dmr_pose.jpg"&gt;Doodlebops&lt;/a&gt;! I can't remember what happened after that. We went to service or something. Then we did other stuff. Then went to service again, then went back to the hotel and some of us went to Perkins. Interesting stuff happened there. Uhh, then we came back to the hotel and went to bed, woke up, got ready &amp; packed up the room, then went to the MOA. That was pretty boring, nothing too exciting happened. Then we went on the bus and rode back. I hit my head twice on the trip. Well, someone smacked my head against the side of the TV once and I was laying in the middle of the aisle and i just hit it on the bottom of the chair. Err, yeah. My brain is dead. Sorry. On Sunday after church, Chelsea had some people over and we had an excellent lunch and we watched the football game. Afterwards, Dave, Jac, Natalie, Kari, Jenn, and I drove to Grand Rapids to meet up with the Willy's and Ian to watch Wallace &amp; Gromit: The Curse of the Ware Rabbit.. It was a great movie! Some, well, WEIRD parts, but it was great. And yesterday, I had surgery on my toe. I had an ingrown toenail for 6 months and it was highly infected, and they removed part of my nail permanently (it was so small it won't even be noticeable, less than 1 millimeter) but they took out half an inch of a nail because it was ingrown that much. SICK. I had to get 5 shots in the toe and now I have a bandage bigger than my head on it. I have a limp and.. yeah. I hope it heals soon. My mom said I was bawling in my sleep last night cuz it hurt so bad. That would explain my stuffed up nose today. Sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-113028112162277745?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/113028112162277745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=113028112162277745&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113028112162277745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/113028112162277745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2005/10/hello-reader-my-apologies-for-not.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-112968225937301738</id><published>2005-10-18T19:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T19:37:39.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oooh! I've solved the &lt;a href="http://www.pclady.com.cn/style/movie/0412/pic/cyn_the122307.jpg"&gt;problem&lt;/a&gt;! I left &lt;a href="http://www.americarx.com/ProductImages/suave/793570.jpg"&gt;it&lt;/a&gt; in Ruth's dorm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-112968225937301738?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/112968225937301738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=112968225937301738&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/112968225937301738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/112968225937301738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2005/10/oooh-ive-solved-problem-i-left-it-in.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-112949416808033085</id><published>2005-10-16T15:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T15:22:48.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ars.usda.gov/is/kids/teachers/chicken(4).gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.ars.usda.gov/is/kids/teachers/chicken(4).gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Holy Ghost will take the CHICKEN outta you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-112949416808033085?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/112949416808033085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=112949416808033085&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/112949416808033085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/112949416808033085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2005/10/holy-ghost-will-take-chicken-outta-you.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-112924384047918988</id><published>2005-10-13T17:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T17:50:40.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realize that I have been a jerk lately. But as Dave told me, only others can determine whether or not you're being a jerk, or any other noun-like adjective. But, in my opinion, I have been a jerk lately. I just try to get back at people, because people frequently "burn" me and I just don't want to be sitting there like a &lt;a href="http://www.blackwebportal.com/wire_images/john-kerry.jpg"&gt;doofus&lt;/a&gt; and just take it, I want &lt;a href="http://media.lawrence.com/img/photos/2005/04/07/inigomontoya.jpg"&gt;revenge&lt;/a&gt;! So I just say something equally stupid back. That hasn't been the case, I've actually been MEAN about it. Someone &lt;a href="http://www.lendingtree.com/"&gt;help&lt;/a&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, a very merry 64th birthday to &lt;a href="http://discosantigos.com/Portfolio/1970_PaulSimon.jpg"&gt;you&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-112924384047918988?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/112924384047918988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=112924384047918988&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/112924384047918988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/112924384047918988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-realize-that-i-have-been-jerk-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-112907257238430013</id><published>2005-10-11T18:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T17:12:20.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I know you have all heard about what I did over the weekend, through other people's blogs, their mouths, or my own mouth. But, I've decided to post about it anyways. Why? 'cuz I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we headed down to the Cities about 4 and arrived around 7. The boys put their crap in Craig/Opey's dorm and I put mine in Ruth's. We decided that because of the temperature and the walking distance from NCU to Club 3 Degrees, that we would take the newly installed light rail, which cost $.50 to go downtown, but I got a ticket for $.25, sweet! Anywho, moving along. We got out wristbands (which I am still wearing) then went in.. it was packed! We went to the balcony, hoping to find a spot. Nothing. I didn't want to go by the stage because I figured there was moshing, and wherever there is moshing there is a girl named Brooke Devine getting crushed, and I didn't want to go through that again, so I stayed there. Amber and I decided to find a different spot, and we did. I could see if I stood on my tiptoes and looked between heads, but Goliath decided to keep moving from leg to leg so I had to move along with him and it was frustrating. ANYWAYS. Hawk Nelson came on, each member wearing a letter, spelling out HAWK. They sang some songs (well, duh) and a new one, from their new movie (IMAGINE THAT!) "Yours, Mine, and Ours", and their new song was cool, even though I didn't know what the flip he was saying. The movie comes out in November, and I am definitely going to see it! TFK came on, and they were pretty cool, even though the guy was slurring his words together and I could only hear him during "Rawkfist" (shudder), and during the other songs, I heard the guys behind me more than I could the guy. Oh well, they were still cool. Amber and I decided to get some water so we went to the "bar" and got some, then went outside. There were some homeless people around asking for money, which is sad, and we walked by a few clubs. Yeah, not cool. Did they HAVE to install a window? SERIOUSLY! Saw some people pass out, which is not surprising in a big city on a Friday night. We went to Denny's, and boy what an experience that was! And on the way there, we discovered that yawns ARE catchy! We returned to NCU and went to bed, I woke up to watch part of Craig's football game then Dave, Chris, Kranny, Mike, Ryan, and I decided to walk around trying to find a &lt;a href="http://www.cariboucoffee.com/images/wifi.gif"&gt;Caribou&lt;/a&gt;. And we found two that were both closed. So we went to &lt;a href="http://phillips.blogs.com/photos/uncategorized/starbucks.jpg"&gt;Starsucks&lt;/a&gt; instead. We returned and watch the remainder of Ruth's game, went to Chipotle, then drove home. Oh, how lovely that concert was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and &lt;a href="http://img385.imageshack.us/img385/9838/jason8ei.jpg"&gt;Jason&lt;/a&gt; has the same &lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000A2EMR0.01-A2OS1Y72HGJYGC._SCMZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;shoes&lt;/a&gt; as me. Teehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-112907257238430013?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/112907257238430013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=112907257238430013&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/112907257238430013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/112907257238430013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2005/10/well-i-know-you-have-all-heard-about.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-112852556718849772</id><published>2005-10-05T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T10:20:12.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ATTENTION!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;ATTENTION!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you want to step on my foot for some bizarre reason, please, don't step on the one that has been infected for months! Gracias!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I thought I would make that clear to everyone, since people like stepping on my left foot. Why not the other one? Gosh! &lt;br /&gt;I'm in school, I'm suppossed to be doing research on Simon &amp; Garfunkel, but I'm not, I'm posting. I'm a slacker. I was planning on going to Reid's last football game this Friday, but something came up. So, Reid, I know you'll never read this, but good luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-112852556718849772?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/112852556718849772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=112852556718849772&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/112852556718849772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/112852556718849772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2005/10/attention.html' title='ATTENTION!'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-112837848784889356</id><published>2005-10-03T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T17:28:07.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>to my friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ccceagles.com/Kitten%20puppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.ccceagles.com/Kitten%20puppy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;If one day you feel like crying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Call me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't promise that I will make you laugh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I can cry with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;If one day you want to run away--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't be afraid to call me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't promise to ask you to stop...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I can run with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;If one day you don't want to listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;to anyone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Call me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I promise to be there for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I promise to be very quiet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But if one day you call...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And there is no answer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Come fast to see me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Perhaps I need you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;(courtesy of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indianchild.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;www.indianchild.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-112837848784889356?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/112837848784889356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=112837848784889356&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/112837848784889356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/112837848784889356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2005/10/to-my-friends.html' title='to my friends'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-112819300508571691</id><published>2005-10-01T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T14:26:34.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WANTED : Opinions/Suggestions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright ya'll, I need your opinions. Do you think I should change my blog template to a custom made one made by my sister, such as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://experimenting.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; one, or should I keep it as is? Also, I've been thinking of changing the title of my blog, any suggestions? I want it to describe the blogger, but I want it to be on a more positive note, and simply originial. Help?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-112819300508571691?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/112819300508571691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=112819300508571691&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/112819300508571691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/112819300508571691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2005/10/wanted-opinionssuggestions.html' title='WANTED : Opinions/Suggestions'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-112811285910121867</id><published>2005-09-30T15:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T15:40:59.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the other person is me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Advice of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Never do a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://all-that-is-sweet.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thegoodlifeblog.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://superstar55746.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://shainerzblog.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://forlosersonlylikeme.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; phone conversation. It's pure chaos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-112811285910121867?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/112811285910121867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=112811285910121867&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/112811285910121867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/112811285910121867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2005/09/other-person-is-me.html' title='the other person is me'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-112803452196687221</id><published>2005-09-29T17:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T18:03:01.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Howdy (thanks, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://alwaysaband.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;colonel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;)! Well, readers (I do believe that the number of readers is slowly decreasing, due to the number of comments on my most recent posts), my apologies for not posting much lately. I have been quite busy with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livingwatermusic.com/images/hibbing%20high.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;jail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; and my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://homepages.tesco.net/~jeff.vagg/cbing.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;duties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; that must be accomplished in order for me to make bai--graduate. I've also been working with the school &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carygrant.net/fotogallery/arsenicandoldlace/aaol-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;, which I'm ecstatic about. A select few of us have been doing practically everything, always running errands for Miss G or Dustin (the head techie..guy), getting costumes, and everything else you can think of. The other ones basically clean out the prop room and sit around and wait to be asked to do stuff, while we ask if there is anything that needs to be done, and we make ourselves available. It's jolly good fun! You certainly have to "keep your cool" in drama, because there are some unexpected things that do sometimes happen, and some people don't always use the best language (I'm assuming it will get worse as the dates of the show grow closer), but I can cope. It actually is humoring, and I am enjoying it muchly.&lt;br /&gt;Spamber came up for a visit last weekend, surprising us all (well, except for me, since it was sorta my idea) during Wednesday Youth Service, and everyone went crazy. There's a lot of stuff a bunch of us did. We went out to Sammy's the day she came (her first meal here), and the day she left (her last meal here, well, it was supposed to be, but then things changed). We watched tennis a few times, went and got licked by some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/bristol/content/features/2002/animated_encounters/groening/homer.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;dogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; (don't ask), and cheered GRIME-BOMB a few times. It was a great weekend, Amber, and I can't wait to see you at MYC! I miss you! I love you!&lt;br /&gt;The band is coming along great. We're practicing for the winter benefit, which I hope you will all attend. It'll be, like, our first concert. The pops concert doesn't really count. We figured out an introduction of ourselves, and it's pretty sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright, to the nerd side of me. I have been watching Lost's new season, and it is very suspenseful, leaving me at the edge of my seat (actually, I fell off) throughout the entire episode. That is pretty much one of the only things I get excited about these days, since I'm not really in a sport. OK, I lied, I get excited about everything. Pretty much. Also, in English during a test, I heard some people talking (yes, we talk during tests, everyone does, including the teacher) and I could've sworn that I heard someone say Star Wars and Lord of the Rings in the same sentance, so I shot up and said, "I think I just heard Star Wars and Lord of the Rings in the same sentance!!" and the whole class starting saying, "Wow, what a nerd, that's pathetic" etc. etc., except for Gemini, who said something like, "Hey, you hear that all the time when you come to my house!" Gemini, you rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're all having a great week.&lt;br /&gt;Brittany, get well soon.&lt;br /&gt;Jason, good luck tomorrow in football.&lt;br /&gt;Brittany, get well soon.&lt;br /&gt;Pope, good luck being a "pope."&lt;br /&gt;Brittany, get well soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pervets, go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Amber, come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bobbie Jo, fix Tompkins soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jac, I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Brittany, GET WELL SOON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-112803452196687221?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/112803452196687221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=112803452196687221&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/112803452196687221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/112803452196687221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2005/09/howdy-thanks-colonel-well-readers-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10646983.post-112716218075940004</id><published>2005-09-19T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T15:52:09.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NTLAPD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/030708/123729__pirates_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/030708/123729__pirates_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anagram which is the title of this post, stands for National Talk Like A Pirate Day. So, Happy National Talk like a Jack Sparrow Day! Arr, pirate day! And no, I am not going to do this post in pirate speak. Maybe a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been going fine, Algebra is really annoying and confusing, not to mention pointless. Why do I need to know how fast one train is going compared to another when all I'm going to be doing every day is asking people "Do you want fries with that?" (Or, today, "But why is the rum gone?") I think not. Today was the opening day of Homecoming week, one of two great weeks out of the whole year. The days aren't that great this year, today was scrub day (a grand day), tomorrow is brainiac day, followed by fake an injury day, dress your best, and finally, &lt;a href="http://www.onlinesports.com/images/tsr-umem1.gif"&gt;school&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://dangeresquedan.blogspot.com"&gt;spirit&lt;/a&gt;. The days I'm not dressing up for are brainiac day and fake an injury day, because that's just stupid. I was thinking of wearing one of those arrows on my head that gives the illusion as if it is through your head, but I don't have one, who does? I can't think of anything clever for brainiac day or fake an injury day, I'm simply not clever enough. Ooh, how about a wooden leg and an eye patch?! Anywho, today was also the assembly (it wasn't shattered, sadly) to introduce the Homecoming candidates, and I got it through my head that our school likes clapping a lot. When waiting for these things to start, someone starts doing the slow movie clap, and it gradually gets faster. Today, whenever Mr. Riach would say something such as, "We're doing great at keeping the school clean, keep it up! Remember, no food or drink in the auditorium" we would all give him a round of applause, and I found it quite humorous. I learned a new game today, but I cheated on accident, so it wasn't as fun for the other people and myself. Oh well. I also got the back braces on today, and got my wires changed. I wanted to have the silver rubber bands once again, but I believe I promised someone I would get blue &amp;amp; white. Well, sorry, person, but I just got blue. My teeth will be the white. Err, off-white. You get the picture. Arr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was reading my Bible the other day, I came across a verse that caught my attention, more than the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 3:25-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Have no fear of sudden disaster or of the ruin that overtakes the wicked, for the LORD will be your confidence and will keep your foot from being snared."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This passage reminded me of the recent hurricane and how it was handled. It should've been handled calmly, but I'm assuming that everything can't be handled calmly when your city is drowning, and obviously, people would be in a panic. They should've been confident that God would see them all through and that everything would be OK. We can continue to pray for them, their families, and their plan for the future. Hopefully this disaster changed people's hearts and they now look at life a different way because of it. Good luck, mayteys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10646983-112716218075940004?l=itsdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/112716218075940004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10646983&amp;postID=112716218075940004&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/112716218075940004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10646983/posts/default/112716218075940004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2005/09/ntlapd.html' title='NTLAPD'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
