<?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-1978998606456235437</id><updated>2012-01-15T22:42:24.160-05:00</updated><category term='katie'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='Henry'/><category term='savanah'/><category term='Uncle Tom'/><category term='Michelle'/><category term='Funspot'/><category term='gatito'/><category term='abby'/><category term='manuel'/><category term='Rachel'/><category term='One Voice'/><category term='six flags'/><category term='solitaire'/><category term='Mel'/><category term='caitlin'/><category term='mexico'/><category term='art club'/><category term='zoe'/><category term='Tabby'/><category term='sandwich fair'/><category term='columbus day'/><category term='hair'/><category term='easter'/><category term='yearbook'/><category term='superbowl'/><category term='diana'/><category term='Boston'/><category term='Catie'/><category term='winter carnival'/><category term='voice lessons'/><category term='mr. smith'/><category term='summer'/><category term='prom'/><category term='Justin'/><category term='Dona Lynn'/><category term='Thirty Days'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='cut'/><category term='friends group'/><category term='family'/><category term='Todd'/><category term='100 days'/><category term='Joel'/><category term='Ethan'/><category term='dani'/><category term='Britt'/><category term='work'/><category term='dance'/><category term='alan'/><category term='friends'/><category term='bible study'/><category term='Kjell'/><category term='Gabby'/><category term='duncan'/><category term='ice cream'/><category term='daily life'/><category term='lost'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='old'/><category term='kristin'/><category term='youth group'/><category term='junior'/><category term='exams'/><category term='Christi'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Sara'/><category term='JB'/><category term='Aunt Debby'/><category term='party'/><category term='music'/><category term='sarah'/><category term='school'/><category term='Lauren'/><category term='Mark'/><category term='Dorothy'/><category term='julie'/><category term='life'/><category term='diet'/><category term='meg'/><category term='sofia america'/><category term='church'/><category term='mac'/><category term='ian'/><category term='busy'/><category term='shannon'/><category term='NHS'/><category term='california'/><category term='abi'/><category term='JC'/><category term='Josh'/><title type='text'>Sweet and Sour</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-7267994583695084193</id><published>2011-11-28T10:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T10:46:08.431-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>Back to the races...</title><content type='html'>Well I'm back to college after my five day Thanksgiving break. It was a great weekend, but not nearly long enough to give me the rest I needed. Now I just have to make it through the next two and a half weeks until Winter break. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michelle, Joel and Noah came up for Thanksgiving. They were actually home for four days or so before I even got there. So there was lots of time to play with Noah and see just how big he's gotten. Here's a webcam video of his cuteness:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2aa0544ee5a49a5a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2aa0544ee5a49a5a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331308712%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2A32E42924607C5831B55E6885CC9C0252335F53.7CB2D8D7B03FB3127DCCBAB30926CD91BE59DB30%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2aa0544ee5a49a5a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvM92to7IHxqMsLkLJECMAB2OseQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2aa0544ee5a49a5a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331308712%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2A32E42924607C5831B55E6885CC9C0252335F53.7CB2D8D7B03FB3127DCCBAB30926CD91BE59DB30%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2aa0544ee5a49a5a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvM92to7IHxqMsLkLJECMAB2OseQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you can't tell, "Byebye" is his favorite word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanksgiving itself was rather small. Only Aunt Debby and Uncle Tom were able to come down, since Tabby is in Arizona now, Gabby was working, Alan was having trouble getting a ride, and Uncle Bud's family had their own Thanksgiving. It was a lot of fun though. I got to play cribbage with Uncle Tom (he beat me both times!) and then I got to pick Alan up at the bus stop. I love my big brother/cousin. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday was an attempted homework day (didn't really work out) and on Saturday we had a family reunion. I'm quite confident that I was the only person there under the age of 40. It was fun regardless. I got to hear a silly story about my Daddy that definitely got me laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also had a dinner night with the girls from High School, so that was fun. Maybe at some point I'll actually go into Boston to visit with Shannon and Christi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I had to return to school directly after church. I got back, picked up my fish from my fish sitter, and started in on my homework. UGH. I do NOT want to be at school anymore! I just want this semester to be over. I am so overly stressed and sleep deprived, and I think it's making me irritable! The Physics Momma isn't supposed to be grumpy! (Oh, I am now officially the Physics Momma. :) I am very pleased about it.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyways, I know that was a very basic update you on my life blog, but it's whats been going on. Maybe sometime I'll find more time to blog about things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-7267994583695084193?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7267994583695084193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=7267994583695084193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/7267994583695084193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/7267994583695084193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2011/11/back-to-races.html' title='Back to the races...'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-2235029014219488962</id><published>2011-11-02T16:46:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T17:49:46.904-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>Random life of mine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;So in mechanics a couple weeks ago we learned about Tycho Brahe. I'll let the following entry tell you about him, and why I bring him up. It's amusing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;"I need to use the restroom... I think I’m going to dieeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;Like Tycho Brahe, the famous astronomer, He was at a party and couldn’t get up to use the restroom because it would be impolite. So he got a bladder infection and died a few days later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;Here I go. Three days and I’m gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This was written by me in Christian Theology. Every time that I need to use the restroom but cannot leave the room, this is what I think of now. I even went so far as to create a bucket list of things I'd like to do before I die. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;P.S. This was meant purely as an amusing tidbit; I am not actually going to die (I don't think, anyway).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok: Now I would like some responses from you! In Christian Theology we have discussed the will of God and our purpose in life. How do you feel about free will and predestination?  What about your purpose in life? Do you believe that there is one path for you or that God works through the choices you make or that God has already planned out what you will choose? Does this create any confusions or issues about how you view humans and God? I just think it's an interesting thing to think about, so if you have thoughts, please share! :) I'd like to know, either by comment or email or Facebook message. If you don't want to share, I'm fine with that, too. I'm just wondering. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On a final note, the Physics club had a Halloween party! Most fun time ever! A group of other Physics girls and myself dressed up as the third, fourth, fifth and sixth derivatives of position, aka Jerk, Snap, Crackle and Pop. Morgan dressed up as Ms. Frizzle from the Magic School Bus to teach the "class" the lesson of the day. Here are some fun photos from the night!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QPAzlwnONbs/TrG5l9odOqI/AAAAAAAAArk/2K-AB658heY/s1600/PA310443.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QPAzlwnONbs/TrG5l9odOqI/AAAAAAAAArk/2K-AB658heY/s400/PA310443.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670517467686714018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone looking on in awe as our "Nerdy Pumpkin Contest" pumpkins were unveiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-blKFvMuLccE/TrG5lUwkvSI/AAAAAAAAArY/t25C2PfPdMI/s1600/PA310440.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-blKFvMuLccE/TrG5lUwkvSI/AAAAAAAAArY/t25C2PfPdMI/s400/PA310440.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670517456714906914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the foreground is the freshman's pumpkin slide rule. Very nerdy, if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nuh7YUa8hlw/TrG5k_jBxxI/AAAAAAAAArM/24ngOlUQyOY/s1600/PA310437.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nuh7YUa8hlw/TrG5k_jBxxI/AAAAAAAAArM/24ngOlUQyOY/s400/PA310437.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670517451020945170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the Junior classes interpretation of Tycho Brahe. From the back it looks like a sun with the planet's orbiting around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M6tyN5ZxfXY/TrG5kFokA7I/AAAAAAAAArA/YNToKW5Rl4k/s1600/PA310435.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M6tyN5ZxfXY/TrG5kFokA7I/AAAAAAAAArA/YNToKW5Rl4k/s400/PA310435.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670517435474903986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the Senior's attempt to blow up Mastering physics, our online homework site for Intro. Physics. There's a hydrogen bomb, a laser beam, fire, swords...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hiUZ_2MKZk0/TrG5j7lVMBI/AAAAAAAAAq0/cK5VDZWDXGk/s1600/PA310432.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hiUZ_2MKZk0/TrG5j7lVMBI/AAAAAAAAAq0/cK5VDZWDXGk/s400/PA310432.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670517432776994834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The winning pumpkin, the Sophomore's 41% exam which still earned an A+. Quite reasonable in physics, actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A6FjxGpb1Ro/TrG5PuxxkcI/AAAAAAAAAqo/1zhxo3Dnsjc/s1600/PA310420.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A6FjxGpb1Ro/TrG5PuxxkcI/AAAAAAAAAqo/1zhxo3Dnsjc/s400/PA310420.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670517085742141890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alegra and I, post-costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f0lWZ9b_Uk4/TrG5PMhKBYI/AAAAAAAAAqc/jhZFAAK2J_4/s1600/PA310410.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f0lWZ9b_Uk4/TrG5PMhKBYI/AAAAAAAAAqc/jhZFAAK2J_4/s400/PA310410.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670517076545635714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Karen and I. She's post costume, I'm still a derivative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yjXiVVMeqSU/TrG5ONrCHSI/AAAAAAAAAqU/MHEDfoWg4E4/s1600/PA310395.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yjXiVVMeqSU/TrG5ONrCHSI/AAAAAAAAAqU/MHEDfoWg4E4/s400/PA310395.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670517059675626786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brian loves the candy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hC_nuGKvozE/TrG5NQUqoNI/AAAAAAAAAqE/QXZ2rtyDsOU/s1600/PA310311.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hC_nuGKvozE/TrG5NQUqoNI/AAAAAAAAAqE/QXZ2rtyDsOU/s400/PA310311.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670517043207250130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ms. Frizzle and the derivatives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kn2Fd4ipwL0/TrG5NC_kBRI/AAAAAAAAAp4/8e02Txrbkd0/s1600/PA310309.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kn2Fd4ipwL0/TrG5NC_kBRI/AAAAAAAAAp4/8e02Txrbkd0/s400/PA310309.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670517039629075730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even the Doctors Who came to visit us. (Don't miss the creepy Darrell sitting in the background...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-2235029014219488962?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2235029014219488962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=2235029014219488962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/2235029014219488962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/2235029014219488962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2011/11/random-life-of-mine.html' title='Random life of mine...'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QPAzlwnONbs/TrG5l9odOqI/AAAAAAAAArk/2K-AB658heY/s72-c/PA310443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-7188818370991098815</id><published>2011-10-21T01:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T01:31:20.446-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>Funny Random Quotes: The First</title><content type='html'>So I've been saying that I should keep track of all the weird things I say and that others say, in order to compile a blog a month that includes them all. I have to say I'm not very good at keeping track. But I do have a few!  They might not be AS funny to you as they are to those of us who were present when they were first said, but they're still amusing. Keep in mind, most were said in the wee hours of the morning on next to no sleep.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"While I was painting my nails today I wanted to eat them" - Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brian was complaining about his grade in German class,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Well do you speak German?" - Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...of course not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Karen was telling me about the foxtrot, so I responded with, "But I don't have a trot that foxes!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Do you think if I go buy food with my mealpoints that my I.D. card will get lighter?" - Ruben&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Note: we use our ID cards like credit cards to buy food, in case you don't know the system)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ruben, why are you hitting yourself with a metal post?" - Nathan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I wish Dr. Lee was my Dad! That would be awesome!" - Ruben&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If you put my face on Dr. Lee's body and sent it as a Christmas card, I think I would die." - Ruben&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... they don't make much sense. But at 2 AM nothing really does. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-7188818370991098815?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7188818370991098815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=7188818370991098815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/7188818370991098815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/7188818370991098815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2011/10/funny-random-quotes-first.html' title='Funny Random Quotes: The First'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-737045376385983031</id><published>2011-09-25T14:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T15:26:27.044-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>My Fake Birthday</title><content type='html'>Friday nights are not always busy for me. This week, however, there was a ball at the college. It was an inaugural ball that had ball room dancing lessons. Students dressed up and everyone looked beautiful.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) Instead, six of us decided to have an "anti-ball" as Morgan put it (we weren't against the ball, we just didn't go). So off to the Cheesecake Factory we went. There was a 35-40 minute wait so we walked through the mall and let Nathan, Sally and Ruben get their free Godiva chocolate of the month. They let me go down an escalator (I was so excited!) but the up escalator was off so we had to walk up it. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the time we got back to Cheesecake there was only ten minutes to wait, so we just stood around chatting. Apparently I wasn't very bright because when trying to talk about how there were six of us I held up seven fingers instead. FINALLY they called our  number and we got to sit. I got the Kahlua Cocoa Coffee cheesecake (don't worry, its not actually alcoholic) and an iced mocha. Mmmmmm. So yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great evening of conversation and there was laughter all around. Halfway through, though, a swarm of waiters came and surrounded our table. They were holding a bowl of ice cream with a candle aflame on top. I almost sent them away, but Alegra started singing right away so I decided to see what would happen. Lo and behold, the ice cream was set down in front of ME and all the waiters even knew my name! Oh my goodness! I was laughing so hard after! I was so surprised! "Who told them to do that!?" was all I could say through my hysteria. It was Alegra! So sweet, she said she couldn't resist because I wouldn't be around for my birthday because it was over quad break. Let's just say I was extremely happy and embarrassed at the same time. I had never been sung to at a restaurant before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we finished, I had to figure out the check and how much everyone owed. Morgan told me I should just be a professional "person who figures out checks" (my wording). I would get to go out to eat with people and then just figure out how much they owe. We headed back to Gordon and went straight to Chase hall, as Sally wanted to watch Ocean's Eleven in Nathan's room. But we had a crowd watching it! All six of us cheesecakers and then four of Nathan's friends decided to head to the lounge to watch. We rearranged the sofas and I sat on the floor. It was a really good movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the movie was over, I decided to climb up on the table and be tall. I was taller than Ruben! We all laughed and talked for a while. They like to make fun of me because my memory is so bad. I told them once that my prom night was "a blur" meaning my long term memory was so bad I couldn't really remember it. They decided to be pains and make fun of me saying "Well where we're from it's not called bad memory, that's called something else..." or something of that nature, and they make fun of me for it all the time. I think you can understand the joke. It's actually really funny when they make fun of me so I don't mind at all. I really do have an awful memory, and I only remember some of my birthdays because I blogged about them and have reread them through the years. That's why I'm blogging about this "birthday". I don't want to forget it and all the fun. Too bad I don't have pictures. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we all went to bed happy. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-737045376385983031?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/737045376385983031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=737045376385983031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/737045376385983031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/737045376385983031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-fake-birthday.html' title='My Fake Birthday'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-2873843089122403245</id><published>2011-09-21T22:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T22:22:14.815-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 days'/><title type='text'>Day 20 - A picture of somewhere you'd love to travel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N9V1C66IYns/TnqbmTEbfQI/AAAAAAAAAmc/jkmGJGoC8jU/s1600/nzpic2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N9V1C66IYns/TnqbmTEbfQI/AAAAAAAAAmc/jkmGJGoC8jU/s400/nzpic2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655003364373265666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New Zealand. Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Source of photo:&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yourtravelworld.com/"&gt;http://www.yourtravelworld.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-2873843089122403245?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2873843089122403245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=2873843089122403245' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/2873843089122403245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/2873843089122403245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-20-picture-of-somewhere-youd-love.html' title='Day 20 - A picture of somewhere you&apos;d love to travel'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N9V1C66IYns/TnqbmTEbfQI/AAAAAAAAAmc/jkmGJGoC8jU/s72-c/nzpic2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-8535866653697361843</id><published>2011-09-18T08:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T08:57:49.206-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 days'/><title type='text'>Day 19 - A picutre of something you love to do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LK6-zOPsYFg/TnXqo4XxQYI/AAAAAAAAAlM/lqrTmlCYM-g/s1600/Fifth%2Bof%2BJuly%2B064.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LK6-zOPsYFg/TnXqo4XxQYI/AAAAAAAAAlM/lqrTmlCYM-g/s400/Fifth%2Bof%2BJuly%2B064.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653682895281275266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Road tripping up through the White Mountains. A family tradition. Definitely one of my favorites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-8535866653697361843?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8535866653697361843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=8535866653697361843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/8535866653697361843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/8535866653697361843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-19-picutre-of-something-you-love-to.html' title='Day 19 - A picutre of something you love to do'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LK6-zOPsYFg/TnXqo4XxQYI/AAAAAAAAAlM/lqrTmlCYM-g/s72-c/Fifth%2Bof%2BJuly%2B064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-6239480986135742277</id><published>2011-09-17T22:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T23:01:45.426-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thirty Days'/><title type='text'>Day 06 – My day, in great detail</title><content type='html'>I'm warning you... It's been a long one. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all began around 10 AM when I awoke to sun streaming in my window. I laid in bed thinking about whether or not I should really get up or not and wondering how much work I could reasonably get done. After crawling out of bed and lugging a load of laundry to the washer, I took a shower and got dressed. I decided to do some reading for Christian theology while my clothes were washing and I was able to get everything done before Morgan received a text asking us to go shopping for physics dinner food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was stressed. I have a one track mind, and I have realized this year that when my plans get changed last minute that I tend to freak out a little. I had planned on getting most of my work done today, so that I wouldn't have much to do tomorrow, but with shopping and a last minute lab, I wasn't going to have time. So I went shopping, and it was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Returning to Gordon, we saw fire trucks and police and heard fire alarms going off in KOSC and Chase Hall. We ran over to talk to Nathan, Sally, Reuben and Derek, and found out that there was a natural gas leak on the quad! We could not go into Chase, where we live, or into KOSC, where we basically live. My homework was trapped in my room. I couldn't get anything done! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily, the sophomores were BRILLIANT and had the idea to go to Sally and Reuben's dorm and watch the Mechanics lecture on the TV in the lounge. After that we headed to dinner, then decided that we had nothing better to do than go get ice cream! So we did! As soon as we left campus we found out that Chase was open again, but by that time we decided it was necessary to get ice cream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the ice cream we came back to campus and did our mechanics homework in the lounge in Chase. Too bad I didn't get anything else done...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's going to be a long day tomorrow... Church, then Probability homework, Theology paper, grade for the two classes I TA, thermal homework, and finish a lab. Great. But today was wonderful. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-6239480986135742277?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6239480986135742277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=6239480986135742277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/6239480986135742277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/6239480986135742277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-06-my-day-in-great-detail.html' title='Day 06 – My day, in great detail'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-8408622703861780880</id><published>2011-09-15T15:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T15:18:12.772-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 days'/><title type='text'>Day 18 - A picture of (one of) the most beautiful women alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NiL8UQ1b7_0/TnJPBew-u2I/AAAAAAAAAlE/XGt4DgZLkh0/s1600/184038_1833825136618_1570120005_31419774_1651565_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NiL8UQ1b7_0/TnJPBew-u2I/AAAAAAAAAlE/XGt4DgZLkh0/s400/184038_1833825136618_1570120005_31419774_1651565_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652667369160358754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What younger sister doesn't think her older sister is the prettiest of all? Now that I'm older, I see that she's more than just pretty. Inside and out. She's a great sister, friend, wife and mother. And I'm blessed to be related to her. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-8408622703861780880?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8408622703861780880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=8408622703861780880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/8408622703861780880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/8408622703861780880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-18-picture-of-one-of-most-beautiful.html' title='Day 18 - A picture of (one of) the most beautiful women alive'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NiL8UQ1b7_0/TnJPBew-u2I/AAAAAAAAAlE/XGt4DgZLkh0/s72-c/184038_1833825136618_1570120005_31419774_1651565_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-1023225777412396159</id><published>2011-09-15T14:15:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T09:13:03.661-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>The physics mother...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm baking cookies! At the end of last year I came to the realization that by the end of college I was going to turn into the physics department mother. I am constantly making sure people finish their homework, study for exams, and nagging them to stop breaking rules. I also have a love for baking chocolate chip cookies. So I decided to bake the math methods class cookies before their first exam. I'm their TA, and I figured they might need them. Especially since their exam is tomorrow, when everyone else has the day of classes off because of the new president's inauguration. I don't mind being a mother. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this is a delayed post, but last Friday night Morgan and I went out on the town. :) Morgan had a gift card to the Macaroni Grill, so she took me out to dinner! Isn't she sweet? Then we headed to Jordan's Furniture store for ice cream and a movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you've never been to Jordan's, the place is amazing. It's huge! To your left inside the front doors is a jelly bean store and a restaurant. When you turn to your left, you see gigantic flowers made out of jelly beans, a bridge leading you through the "garden" into the eating area, and a TRAPEZE SCHOOL. That was fun to watch. :) Beyond the bridge is the ice cream place, which is a small building of itself, with a giant jelly bean ice cream sundae on the roof. Even beyond that is a water fountain that has light and water shows every half hour. Its amazing. We bought our ice creams and were amazed just at the size of them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After our ice creams, we wanted to go see a movie. But to get to the Imax theater you have to walk through all their furniture. We had a little bit of time to spare so I dragged Morgan into the bedroom section to look at the furniture, thinking there would only be two, maybe three rooms. Was I wrong! We walked through the three I expected, then saw another door, then another, and another... We kept going until the only way we knew how to get out was to follow the exit signs that were leading us through the labyrinth. When we finally emerged we had made a huge circle and were almost late for our movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite part of Jordan's? The temperpedic seats in the theater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My next favorite? The huge green monster eating a Yankee's player. Yep. And I even got a picture with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mkLotADhFkE/TnJFYFV-PQI/AAAAAAAAAk8/8Qu3Qp8Py5k/s1600/328714_1821650875880_1678462956_1278632_312859753_o%2B%25281%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mkLotADhFkE/TnJFYFV-PQI/AAAAAAAAAk8/8Qu3Qp8Py5k/s400/328714_1821650875880_1678462956_1278632_312859753_o%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652656762356907266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-1023225777412396159?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1023225777412396159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=1023225777412396159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/1023225777412396159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/1023225777412396159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2011/09/physics-mother.html' title='The physics mother...'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mkLotADhFkE/TnJFYFV-PQI/AAAAAAAAAk8/8Qu3Qp8Py5k/s72-c/328714_1821650875880_1678462956_1278632_312859753_o%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-3731425301889688683</id><published>2011-09-05T10:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T10:53:06.653-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 days'/><title type='text'>Day 17 - A picture of something that has made a huge impact on your life recently</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5vDYnN0tgc/TmTiKQ7ZxOI/AAAAAAAAAks/_UsVMA9KyeA/s1600/Gordon_College.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5vDYnN0tgc/TmTiKQ7ZxOI/AAAAAAAAAks/_UsVMA9KyeA/s400/Gordon_College.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648888498600133858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mostly just because it has made me leave home and think about the future. Yuck. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-3731425301889688683?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3731425301889688683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=3731425301889688683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/3731425301889688683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/3731425301889688683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-17-picture-of-something-that-has.html' title='Day 17 - A picture of something that has made a huge impact on your life recently'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5vDYnN0tgc/TmTiKQ7ZxOI/AAAAAAAAAks/_UsVMA9KyeA/s72-c/Gordon_College.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-5500946153411648830</id><published>2011-09-04T20:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T20:36:33.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I made a new layout...</title><content type='html'>So I made a new layout. I thought it was fall. I decorated it, changed all the fonts and colors, and made it how I wanted it. Then I looked over at my parents and said, "It's fall, isn't it?"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their answer? "No."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shoot. Well, I guess this is in preparation for fall then, because I like it and am not going to change it. I hope you all can stand it for the time being. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-5500946153411648830?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5500946153411648830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=5500946153411648830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/5500946153411648830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/5500946153411648830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-made-new-layout.html' title='I made a new layout...'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-6555912228904100666</id><published>2011-09-01T09:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T10:24:00.381-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the joys of a mathematical brain in a place where you're expected to think in words...</title><content type='html'>I find blogs interesting. There are so many different types: those that tell simply the story of one's day to day life, that share profound thoughts, that write reviews, that share photos.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dilemma:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would love to be a person that has profound thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My problem:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have any profound thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, not a one. I'm sitting here this morning trying to think of something to write about. I have a blog, I might as well write. But all I can think of is my past couple of days. I can't think of anything profound, any deep thinking I've done recently, anything I've pondered. I don't know that I actually ponder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, I don't know that I ever really think at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes for a very interesting time at college. You see, I attend a Christian Liberal Arts College. We are encouraged to question, think, and mull over things in a "framework of faith". I hear people across campus talking, discussing and debating everything under the Sun. But I'm a physics major. I find that I do not have TIME to think over things other than my thermal homework, or my mechanics homework, or any other homework they see fit to assign. I feel like I go through my days, wake up, go to class, leave class, do homework, sometimes eat dinner, do more homework, then fall asleep. And when I am *forced* to take a core class, and they expect me to have opinions and to think about them all the time, I am completely lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am currently enrolled in Christian Theology. This is one of those core classes that actually thinks that I think about things on a regular basis. But I am actually extremely excited for this class. I am hoping that it will &lt;i&gt;make&lt;/i&gt; me think and consider things that I didn't know about before I came to college. I grew up in church, and already have theologies (if that is a word) ingrained in me that I don't even know about, beliefs that I don't realize I have because it has always just seemed a part of life, something everyone believed. Some are simple things and some are complex. But I am hopeful that this class will actually make me &lt;i&gt;think &lt;/i&gt;and find what these beliefs are. I'm not looking for the class to change my perspective on anything, I just want to &lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt; for once. Thus, I am excited. But as excited as I am, I am also nervous. Nervous that I won't be able to verbalize what I'm thinking, that I won't be able to expound on my opinions and beliefs, and nervous that I just won't be able to keep up at the seminars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone at college seems to think all the time. They have opinions, they have beliefs, and they can tell them to you with great detail and reasoning at a moment's notice. In our fifteen person seminar, I am afraid I will be left speechless in the dust. I don't "expound" well, I don't have a natural way with words, and I really don't speak on cue. I end up not being able to think of the right word and sputtering to a stop. I wish that I could find some mathematical formula for what I'm trying to say, because numbers and variables always come so much easier to me. All in all, I'm worried about my participation grade in the class and my ability to participate in good conversations outside of the class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess as far as that goes, I will be okay. I made it through my Great Conversations class, and I actually got a pretty good grade. And I think I've decided that my blog can be anything I want it to be. I'll just share me. And if that means my life, then it will be my life. And maybe this class will make me think, and I will have some profound thoughts to share with you all. Who knows? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-6555912228904100666?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6555912228904100666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=6555912228904100666' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/6555912228904100666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/6555912228904100666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2011/09/oh-joys-of-mathematical-brain-in-place.html' title='Oh the joys of a mathematical brain in a place where you&apos;re expected to think in words...'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-1842917938751794067</id><published>2011-08-24T11:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T11:38:15.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting New...</title><content type='html'>I'm back at college! I have been told by my friend Angelle that I am required to have a blog so we can subscribe to each other's, even though she doesn't have one yet. Since I already have this one, I decided to just continue it. Who needs more than one blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm back at college. My right eye has been twitching since Monday. I have no idea why! It is usually in reaction to stress or exhaustion, but I'm not tired and don't feel stressed. I'm guessing it could just be the change. I do not handle change well, as most who know me already know. We are in a new dorm this year, a really nice one, that is all suite style. I am wondering if that could be affecting me. It is a welcome change, but change nonetheless. Here are some pictures:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eKc-0TpAi_A/TlUag7SLW9I/AAAAAAAAAkM/u67-KHSc69c/s1600/2011_0824newroom0005.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eKc-0TpAi_A/TlUag7SLW9I/AAAAAAAAAkM/u67-KHSc69c/s1600/2011_0824newroom0005.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DhAm7mQJjHY/TlUahtegKHI/AAAAAAAAAkU/0vGz7HB3YXU/s1600/2011_0824newroom0004.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DhAm7mQJjHY/TlUahtegKHI/AAAAAAAAAkU/0vGz7HB3YXU/s1600/2011_0824newroom0004.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xq5ADzfxjLI/TlUah_eBw4I/AAAAAAAAAkc/dDTKL-Xtyxg/s1600/2011_0824newroom0006.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xq5ADzfxjLI/TlUah_eBw4I/AAAAAAAAAkc/dDTKL-Xtyxg/s400/2011_0824newroom0006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644446879254168450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DhAm7mQJjHY/TlUahtegKHI/AAAAAAAAAkU/0vGz7HB3YXU/s1600/2011_0824newroom0004.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DhAm7mQJjHY/TlUahtegKHI/AAAAAAAAAkU/0vGz7HB3YXU/s400/2011_0824newroom0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644446874424322162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eKc-0TpAi_A/TlUag7SLW9I/AAAAAAAAAkM/u67-KHSc69c/s1600/2011_0824newroom0005.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eKc-0TpAi_A/TlUag7SLW9I/AAAAAAAAAkM/u67-KHSc69c/s400/2011_0824newroom0005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644446860950854610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first class this morning at 8 AM. I am now on my HUGE break of the day that spans from 9 AM to 1 PM. I've already done my homework for my 8 AM class and will probably go get lunch soon. I'm excited for this year of classes. I'm hoping that I'll like them all and be excited about the material. So far I am excited about Mechanics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I say that college makes for EXTREMELY confusing emotions? I had a fantastic summer at home with my family and friends. It was nice to be home after everything that happened this past spring. But the entire time I am home I am missing my friends from college. So I come back to college, and end up missing my friends and family at home! Honestly, I wish I could just squish everyone from home and everyone from college into one little town and force them all to live in harmony. Somehow I doubt they would all agree to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, I can't have everything that I want. I suppose I will just have to wait for the twitching to stop. It's really quite annoying!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-1842917938751794067?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1842917938751794067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=1842917938751794067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/1842917938751794067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/1842917938751794067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2011/08/starting-new_24.html' title='Starting New...'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xq5ADzfxjLI/TlUah_eBw4I/AAAAAAAAAkc/dDTKL-Xtyxg/s72-c/2011_0824newroom0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-8718405362058398654</id><published>2011-05-01T16:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T16:53:55.393-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood...</title><content type='html'>A beautiful day to be neighbors...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was a wonderful day to be outside. So I was. A few friends and I decided that an ocean trip was in order. So away we went! It was wonderful. We took a long walk along the beach, then I got to relax with a good book. Mmmm... Two things rarely allowed for physics majors: relaxation and good books. But I did it! A couple pictures to document the truth of my story!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2_n2roff3AE/Tb3IQc6QbHI/AAAAAAAAAjk/TQXgVdxctCw/s1600/223519_1573061701306_1678462956_1018842_1478404_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2_n2roff3AE/Tb3IQc6QbHI/AAAAAAAAAjk/TQXgVdxctCw/s400/223519_1573061701306_1678462956_1018842_1478404_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601853696482765938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mh4fKyF05J0/Tb3IQOZBVFI/AAAAAAAAAjc/QRskmsT7tf0/s1600/220714_1573059541252_1678462956_1018824_957560_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mh4fKyF05J0/Tb3IQOZBVFI/AAAAAAAAAjc/QRskmsT7tf0/s400/220714_1573059541252_1678462956_1018824_957560_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601853692585268306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-8718405362058398654?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8718405362058398654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=8718405362058398654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/8718405362058398654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/8718405362058398654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-beautiful-day-in-neighborhood.html' title='It&apos;s a beautiful day in the neighborhood...'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2_n2roff3AE/Tb3IQc6QbHI/AAAAAAAAAjk/TQXgVdxctCw/s72-c/223519_1573061701306_1678462956_1018842_1478404_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-9019248331478687282</id><published>2011-04-20T13:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T14:38:29.400-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thirty Days'/><title type='text'>Day 05 – My Definition of Love, in great detail</title><content type='html'>Oh great. I've been avoiding this one. There are too many different elements to it. It completely depend&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;s on what type of love you are speaking of. Although, all love should be based off of the love of Chri&lt;/span&gt;st.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, to be typical (and rightfully so), you should read 1 Corinthians 13:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28667" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;"1&lt;/sup&gt; If I speak in the tongues&lt;sup class="footnote" value="[&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#fen-NIV-28667a&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See footnote a&amp;quot;&amp;gt;a&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;]" style="line-height: 0.5em; "&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Corinthians%2013&amp;amp;version=NIV#fen-NIV-28667a" title="See footnote a"&gt;a&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt; of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28668" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28669" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt; If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast,&lt;sup class="footnote" value="[&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#fen-NIV-28669b&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See footnote b&amp;quot;&amp;gt;b&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;]" style="line-height: 0.5em; "&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Corinthians%2013&amp;amp;version=NIV#fen-NIV-28669b" title="See footnote b"&gt;b&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt; but do not have love, I gain nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28670" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt; Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28671" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt; It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28672" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt; Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28673" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt; It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28674" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt; Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28675" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt; For we know in part and we prophesy in part, &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28676" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt; but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28677" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt; When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28678" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt;For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28679" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt; And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love." (NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Honestly, that is the best description that I can give. Verses 4-7 give basic descriptions of what love should look like. It's the part of this passage that is most well known. But the part of the passage that I especially am challenged by are verses 1-3. The fact that you can do all those listed actions and still be without love is astounding. When many people think of giving to the poor, or "giving over [their bodies] to hardship", they think that of course they have love. But you can do these things for the wrong reasons. Love is necessarily something that you act upon with no thought for yourself. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "&gt; (John 15:13, NIV). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This, I suppose, is my definition of love. Self-sacrificing, true love for others&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I think this carries into all aspects of love. Whether you are loving God, your family, your husband, wife, boyfriend, girlfriend, friend, acquaintance, or enemy (yes, even your enemy), I believe that you have to be willing to sacrifice your own comfort for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My last thought: Love is NOT a feeling! And it is NOT an emotion! So many people want that butterfly feeling, that dancing under the stars, I'm floating in the clouds feeling. And you will probably have that at the beginning. But it won't necessarily stay with you every moment of every day. Love is a choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Anyone remember DC Talk? I'll leave you with their song, "Luv is a Verb"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Boom! Burn! Bip! Yeah! Pow! Hey, ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;Down with the dc Talk, d- d- down with the dc Talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;Are you down with the dc Talk, d- d- down with the dc Talk &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;Pullin' out my big black book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;Cause when I need a word defined that's where I look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;So I move to the L's quick, fast, in a hurry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;Threw on my specs, thought my vision was blurry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;I looked again but to my dismay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;It was black and white with no room for grey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;Ya see, a big "V" stood beyond my word&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;And yo that's when it hit me, that luv is a verb &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;Words come easy but don't mean much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;When the words they're sayin' we can't put trust in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;We're talkin' 'bout love in a different light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;And if we all learn to love it would be just right &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;Hey, tell me haven't ya heard?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;Luv, is a serious word&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;Hey, I think it's time ya learned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;I don't care what they say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;I don't care care what ya heard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;The word luv, luv is a verb &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;Down with the dc Talk, d- d- down with the dc Talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;Are you down with the dc Talk, d- d- down with the dc Talk &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;Thinkin' of a way to explain-o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;Cause ya' know when I'm flowin' like a bottle of Drain-o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;Simple and plain, L-O-V-E&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;Ain't all that junk that ya see on TV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;Put soaps on a rope cause they ain't worth copin' with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;It's a myth that there ain't no hope and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;Luv is enough if it's unconditionally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;Givin' now you're living out the Great Commission &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic; font-size: small; "&gt;Back in the day there was a man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic; font-size: small; "&gt;Who stepped out of Heaven and he walked the land&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic; font-size: small; "&gt;He delivered to the people an eternal choice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic; font-size: small; "&gt;With a heart full of luv and the truth in His voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic; font-size: small; "&gt;Gave up His life so that we may live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic; font-size: small; "&gt;How much more luv could the Son of God give?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic; font-size: small; "&gt;Here is the example that we oughtta be matchin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic; font-size: small; "&gt;Cause luv is a word that requires some action&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I know, old and silly, but I love DC Talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-9019248331478687282?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/9019248331478687282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=9019248331478687282' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/9019248331478687282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/9019248331478687282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-05-my-definition-of-love-in-great.html' title='Day 05 – My Definition of Love, in great detail'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-5195452169755838564</id><published>2011-04-20T13:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T13:59:01.368-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 days'/><title type='text'>Day 16 - A picture of Someone Who Inspires Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NXedin3mU-M/Ta8ev8iwy3I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/EPlm3f_1JXQ/s1600/mum%2526dad.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NXedin3mU-M/Ta8ev8iwy3I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/EPlm3f_1JXQ/s400/mum%2526dad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597726670899432306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The strongest, most wonderful people I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-5195452169755838564?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5195452169755838564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=5195452169755838564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/5195452169755838564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/5195452169755838564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-16-picture-of-someone-who-inspires.html' title='Day 16 - A picture of Someone Who Inspires Me'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NXedin3mU-M/Ta8ev8iwy3I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/EPlm3f_1JXQ/s72-c/mum%2526dad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-2325437214296911364</id><published>2011-03-27T16:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T17:02:28.881-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 days'/><title type='text'>Day 15 - A Picture of Something I Want to Do Before I Die</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ItrjvY5IJys/TY-lxmSWBTI/AAAAAAAAAi8/tCyFpJCj8f0/s1600/800px-Land_ocean_ice_cloud_hires.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ItrjvY5IJys/TY-lxmSWBTI/AAAAAAAAAi8/tCyFpJCj8f0/s400/800px-Land_ocean_ice_cloud_hires.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588867934099735858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;I want to travel!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; 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"&gt;NASA Goddard Space Flight Center Image by Reto Stöckli (land surface, shallow water, clouds). Enhancements by Robert Simmon (ocean color, compositing, 3D globes, animation). Data and technical support: MODIS Land Group; MODIS Science Data Support Team; MODIS Atmosphere Group; MODIS Ocean Group Additional data: USGS EROS Data Center (topography); USGS Terrestrial Remote Sensing Flagstaff Field Center (Antarctica); Defense Meteorological Satellite Program (city lights).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-2325437214296911364?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2325437214296911364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=2325437214296911364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/2325437214296911364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/2325437214296911364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-15-picture-of-something-i-want-to.html' title='Day 15 - A Picture of Something I Want to Do Before I Die'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ItrjvY5IJys/TY-lxmSWBTI/AAAAAAAAAi8/tCyFpJCj8f0/s72-c/800px-Land_ocean_ice_cloud_hires.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-3225275117934328960</id><published>2011-03-23T14:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T14:44:36.294-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 days'/><title type='text'>Day 14 - A Picture of my Favorite Store</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j_257x5i2WI/TYo_cgrVTdI/AAAAAAAAAi0/sqMQHfmaclo/s1600/41155829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j_257x5i2WI/TYo_cgrVTdI/AAAAAAAAAi0/sqMQHfmaclo/s400/41155829.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587348046747094482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Old Country Store!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feels like home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-3225275117934328960?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3225275117934328960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=3225275117934328960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/3225275117934328960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/3225275117934328960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-14-picture-of-my-favorite-store.html' title='Day 14 - A Picture of my Favorite Store'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j_257x5i2WI/TYo_cgrVTdI/AAAAAAAAAi0/sqMQHfmaclo/s72-c/41155829.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-8054842801219911883</id><published>2011-03-16T17:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T17:07:04.684-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thirty Days'/><title type='text'>Day 04 – What you ate today, in great detail</title><content type='html'>Mm...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I went out to breakfast with my friend Jen to our usual breakfast place, the Village Kitchen. Normally I go with my usual, which is two chocolate chip pancakes and coffee. But today I decided I was in the mood for something different. So I ordered a corn beef hash'n'eggs breakfast. This included a mound of corn beef hash, two eggs over-easy, two pieces of homemade white bread, and hash browns. I added ketchup to the hash browns. Needless to say, I didn't eat lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Around 2:00 I decided to eat a bowl of vanilla ice cream. Yumm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My drinks for today were coffee and milk and a glass of orange juice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder what dinner will bring?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-8054842801219911883?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8054842801219911883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=8054842801219911883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/8054842801219911883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/8054842801219911883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-04-what-you-ate-today-in-great.html' title='Day 04 – What you ate today, in great detail'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-4334577114859078556</id><published>2011-03-16T09:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T17:07:32.236-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 days'/><title type='text'>Day Eleven: A Picture of my Favorite Artist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oQrrnoaPAVU/TYC87Bd9sdI/AAAAAAAAAiA/rNQR5cdtlWg/s1600/anberlin%2B%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oQrrnoaPAVU/TYC87Bd9sdI/AAAAAAAAAiA/rNQR5cdtlWg/s320/anberlin%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584671260131832274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anberlin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;image from &lt;a href="http://www.beatthescene.com/interviews/anberlin.html"&gt;http://www.beatthescene.com/interviews/anberlin.html&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/1978998606456235437-4334577114859078556?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4334577114859078556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=4334577114859078556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/4334577114859078556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/4334577114859078556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-eleven-picture-of-my-favorite.html' title='Day Eleven: A Picture of my Favorite Artist'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oQrrnoaPAVU/TYC87Bd9sdI/AAAAAAAAAiA/rNQR5cdtlWg/s72-c/anberlin%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-3444773676172437522</id><published>2011-03-11T23:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T23:26:14.536-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thirty Days'/><title type='text'>Day 03 – My parents, in great detail</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Starting with my Mom:&lt;div&gt;Mom is wonderful. She is sweet and caring and so funny. Her favorite thing to say is that she's a "ten year old" trapped in a (not revealing age) body. She sends me care packages and presents at school quite often, and when she does there is almost always something included for my friends. She is definitely the sweet mothering and nurturing type that everyone pictures when you think of a mom. She was a stay at home mom throughout my entire childhood, and I am thankful for that everyday. She also was my softball coach all through elementary school, and I can always count on her to know the balance between an involved mother and an intruding mother. Honestly, I wouldn't be who I am today if it weren't for her. I have her sense of humor, and her beautiful face. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Dad:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad is quiet and calm. Sometimes he can be grumpy, but really he's a softy with a tough exterior. I could always count on Dad to sit with me when I was sick, or to let me in to sleep when I had nightmares. He is a great man, and I hope one day to meet a man like him to marry. He's really quite silly as well, and I still have to watch out for his tickling and jokes. He loves to embarrass me in front of the family, but that just makes me feel special, really. Daddy works hard to support our family, and I am so grateful for the life he provided for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7qH8uUnfAUY/TXr1ucjeAII/AAAAAAAAAhw/dtsK-rrOPUQ/s1600/Fifth%2Bof%2BJuly%2B039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7qH8uUnfAUY/TXr1ucjeAII/AAAAAAAAAhw/dtsK-rrOPUQ/s320/Fifth%2Bof%2BJuly%2B039.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583044866366898306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More than anything though, I am thankful that my parents were and still are such a good example of a Christian marriage and of living Christian lives. They are still married, still very much in love, and still supportive of each other. Their lives are such role models for me, and I am thankful that they strive to show Christ in their everyday lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-3444773676172437522?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3444773676172437522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=3444773676172437522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/3444773676172437522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/3444773676172437522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-03-my-parents-in-great-detail.html' title='Day 03 – My parents, in great detail'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7qH8uUnfAUY/TXr1ucjeAII/AAAAAAAAAhw/dtsK-rrOPUQ/s72-c/Fifth%2Bof%2BJuly%2B039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-2168026849320475814</id><published>2011-03-11T23:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T23:09:57.070-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 days'/><title type='text'>Day 12 - A Picture of Something(one) I Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-snQv2mweqEA/TXrxhF0-MnI/AAAAAAAAAho/aDq1MgJOi5o/s1600/2011_0312noah0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-snQv2mweqEA/TXrxhF0-MnI/AAAAAAAAAho/aDq1MgJOi5o/s320/2011_0312noah0028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583040238881485426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My adorable nephew Noah. Just look at that smile! How could you not love him? My sister &lt;a href="http://brown-thoughts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Michelle&lt;/a&gt; has some adorable photos of him on her blog, along with a lot of other awesome things. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-2168026849320475814?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2168026849320475814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=2168026849320475814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/2168026849320475814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/2168026849320475814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-12-picture-of-somethingone-i-love.html' title='Day 12 - A Picture of Something(one) I Love'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-snQv2mweqEA/TXrxhF0-MnI/AAAAAAAAAho/aDq1MgJOi5o/s72-c/2011_0312noah0028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-6355559343695466007</id><published>2011-03-10T18:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T19:05:18.511-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thirty Days'/><title type='text'>Day 02 - My First Love, In Great Detail</title><content type='html'>Let me take you back to readiness (a grade between kindergarten and first grade). This is where it all began. I had my friends and my best friends, all of whom were girls. Then there were the boys. At this age, all we wanted to do was either be chased by the boys, or chase them ourselves. Of course we would never admit it; instead we would scream across the field, ducking behind playground equipment, tucking ourselves into hiding spots by the school building. Occasionally there would be a random boy who, feeling bad for us, would run with us instead of after us. These boys were our protectors, and they would get between the other boys and ourselves. You might guess that my readiness self would fall for a protector, but there you would be mistaken. Apparently, my childhood self loved the bad boys, because I fell for them instead.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First grade brought with it some change of heart in us children. We began to play together, and girls and boys began to develop "crushes" on one another. We would play "Penguins", and "Cats", and "Princes and Princesses". It was during two of these games that my dreams came true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, I had developed a minor crush on one of the boys, Andy. And this crush had begun in Readiness, while he was chasing me across the playground.  So when he invited me to play "Penguins" with the boys at recess, of course I agreed. Little did I know that this would involve me being the mother penguin and marrying one of my (and every other girl in the class') arch nemesis. Understandably, I forcefully rejected this idea, and said I would rather not play. Then it happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andy said he would be the Dad penguin instead! He wanted to marry ME! (Can you see how carried away a first grader gets??) Needless to say, I was ecstatic. But I still would not reveal my "love".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other game was "Princes and Princesses". To make a long story short, another girl and myself were the two princesses and Andy was the Prince. He chose me as "his" princess, and I happily followed him around the playground, his faithful girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But our story has a sad ending. I never told him how I felt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good thing first grade crushes change in an instant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-6355559343695466007?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6355559343695466007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=6355559343695466007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/6355559343695466007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/6355559343695466007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-02-my-first-love-in-great-detail.html' title='Day 02 - My First Love, In Great Detail'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-8771432475438958398</id><published>2011-03-10T15:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T15:58:04.472-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 days'/><title type='text'>Day 11 - A Picture of Something I Hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GNTq0IbKNTg/TXk6rr7j_bI/AAAAAAAAAhg/rLjWzVlB2eE/s1600/brussel-sprouts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GNTq0IbKNTg/TXk6rr7j_bI/AAAAAAAAAhg/rLjWzVlB2eE/s320/brussel-sprouts.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582557735303773618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brussel Sprouts. My mother always insisted I eat at least two, but YUCK. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also must amend the title to "A Picture of Something I really don't Like", because my sister Michelle reminded me that I shouldn't hate anything that God has made. Thanks, Chelle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photo taken from: &lt;a href="http://www.apriliani.com/brussels-sprouts"&gt;http://www.apriliani.com/brussels-sprouts&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/1978998606456235437-8771432475438958398?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8771432475438958398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=8771432475438958398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/8771432475438958398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/8771432475438958398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-11-picture-of-something-i-hate.html' title='Day 11 - A Picture of Something I Hate'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GNTq0IbKNTg/TXk6rr7j_bI/AAAAAAAAAhg/rLjWzVlB2eE/s72-c/brussel-sprouts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-6978541063993634287</id><published>2011-03-09T23:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T23:08:34.384-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thirty Days'/><title type='text'>Day 01 – Introduce yourself</title><content type='html'>My name is Melissa. I'm a college student, studying Physics and Mathematics. I love both subjects, but have no idea what I want to do with them. My real dream is to be a stay at home mom. We'll see how things work out. :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love to read, to draw, to laugh, and to sing. I make the best chocolate chip cookies. Yummm... I have one sister, who has a husband and a son. My mom and dad are still married, and are absolutely wonderful. I'm sarcastic, and have the same sense of humor as my mom, with a little bit of my dad mixed in. I like to start things with blogs and then to not finish them... Maybe I'll finish this one. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-6978541063993634287?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6978541063993634287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=6978541063993634287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/6978541063993634287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/6978541063993634287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-01-introduce-yourself.html' title='Day 01 – Introduce yourself'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-7835759338375739083</id><published>2011-03-09T21:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T22:01:02.414-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 days'/><title type='text'>Day Ten: A Picture of the Person (people) I do the Oddest Things With</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mWtusrkzQQA/TXg5iB9rwOI/AAAAAAAAAg0/KM5piCbOesk/s1600/GRADUATION%2B083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mWtusrkzQQA/TXg5iB9rwOI/AAAAAAAAAg0/KM5piCbOesk/s320/GRADUATION%2B083.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582274994931220706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;GANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-7835759338375739083?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7835759338375739083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=7835759338375739083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/7835759338375739083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/7835759338375739083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-ten-picture-of-person-people-i-do.html' title='Day Ten: A Picture of the Person (people) I do the Oddest Things With'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mWtusrkzQQA/TXg5iB9rwOI/AAAAAAAAAg0/KM5piCbOesk/s72-c/GRADUATION%2B083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-5284478048728956093</id><published>2011-03-08T22:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T22:01:02.415-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 days'/><title type='text'>Day Nine: A Picture of the Person who has Gotten me Through the Most</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-20ZaGODrIQw/TXb5V47sWmI/AAAAAAAAAgs/bgqp64NczjI/s1600/l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-20ZaGODrIQw/TXb5V47sWmI/AAAAAAAAAgs/bgqp64NczjI/s320/l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581922942627633762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Mother. She is wonderful and she is always there for me. I know that she'll love me no matter what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-5284478048728956093?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5284478048728956093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=5284478048728956093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/5284478048728956093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/5284478048728956093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-nine-picture-of-person-who-has.html' title='Day Nine: A Picture of the Person who has Gotten me Through the Most'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-20ZaGODrIQw/TXb5V47sWmI/AAAAAAAAAgs/bgqp64NczjI/s72-c/l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-5594196941004504892</id><published>2011-03-08T08:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T22:01:02.417-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 days'/><title type='text'>Day Eight: A Picture of my Most Treasured Possession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HHzSFe8pNo0/TXYzfbHHMPI/AAAAAAAAAgk/Dya9fkknHmM/s1600/teddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HHzSFe8pNo0/TXYzfbHHMPI/AAAAAAAAAgk/Dya9fkknHmM/s320/teddy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581705403118858482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It has to be Teddy. Mike gave him to me in the ninth grade, and he has gotten me through a lot of tough nights. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-5594196941004504892?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5594196941004504892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=5594196941004504892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/5594196941004504892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/5594196941004504892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-eight-picture-of-my-most-treasured.html' title='Day Eight: A Picture of my Most Treasured Possession'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HHzSFe8pNo0/TXYzfbHHMPI/AAAAAAAAAgk/Dya9fkknHmM/s72-c/teddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-1730660458060138802</id><published>2011-03-06T23:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T22:01:02.418-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 days'/><title type='text'>Day Seven: A Picture that Makes me Laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1cuYKn6WUNs/TXRcSdWmY4I/AAAAAAAAAgc/UGzpOUwV66M/s1600/DSCF2130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1cuYKn6WUNs/TXRcSdWmY4I/AAAAAAAAAgc/UGzpOUwV66M/s320/DSCF2130.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581187310405706626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, this weekend, on the physics girls' retreat, Ellen's tire popped! So we put on a new one! I just think these girls are wonderful, but a bit nutty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-1730660458060138802?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1730660458060138802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=1730660458060138802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/1730660458060138802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/1730660458060138802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-seven-picture-that-makes-me-laugh.html' title='Day Seven: A Picture that Makes me Laugh'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1cuYKn6WUNs/TXRcSdWmY4I/AAAAAAAAAgc/UGzpOUwV66M/s72-c/DSCF2130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-6643050720879877654</id><published>2011-03-04T15:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T15:58:28.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone!</title><content type='html'>I'll be gone for the weekend! So NO, I'm not forgetting to post photos, I just won't have internet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-6643050720879877654?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6643050720879877654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=6643050720879877654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/6643050720879877654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/6643050720879877654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/gone.html' title='Gone!'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-184472818714760857</id><published>2011-03-03T23:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T22:01:02.419-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 days'/><title type='text'>Day Six: A Picture of Someone I'd Like to Trade Places with for a Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UGSn8Tam1LE/TXBsWk2edlI/AAAAAAAAAgU/P4LArPi2A4s/s1600/50s-housewife-all-mod-cons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UGSn8Tam1LE/TXBsWk2edlI/AAAAAAAAAgU/P4LArPi2A4s/s320/50s-housewife-all-mod-cons.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580079073417131602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Honestly, I don't know who I'd like to switch places with for a day. But maybe this woman. That's my dream job right there, being a stay at home mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-184472818714760857?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/184472818714760857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=184472818714760857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/184472818714760857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/184472818714760857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-six-picture-of-someone-id-like-to.html' title='Day Six: A Picture of Someone I&apos;d Like to Trade Places with for a Day'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UGSn8Tam1LE/TXBsWk2edlI/AAAAAAAAAgU/P4LArPi2A4s/s72-c/50s-housewife-all-mod-cons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-7772752857437813502</id><published>2011-03-03T10:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T22:01:02.420-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 days'/><title type='text'>Day Five: A Favorite Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IodZwSkJEgk/TW-2WOyKegI/AAAAAAAAAgE/2fZkJjL27Fk/s1600/SANY2358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IodZwSkJEgk/TW-2WOyKegI/AAAAAAAAAgE/2fZkJjL27Fk/s320/SANY2358.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579878956377209346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A day late...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the kids that made my life wonderful since sixth grade. I miss working with the Friend's group so much! They are wonderful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-7772752857437813502?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7772752857437813502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=7772752857437813502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/7772752857437813502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/7772752857437813502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-five-favorite-memory.html' title='Day Five: A Favorite Memory'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IodZwSkJEgk/TW-2WOyKegI/AAAAAAAAAgE/2fZkJjL27Fk/s72-c/SANY2358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-7647958645481291108</id><published>2011-03-01T23:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T22:01:02.422-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 days'/><title type='text'>Day Four: A Picture of Myself and a Sibling (Michelle)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0BDqLQ3952A/TW3OKNThwJI/AAAAAAAAAfc/soiq1-8q8O8/s1600/9618_1106987286126_1570120005_30257699_7378485_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0BDqLQ3952A/TW3OKNThwJI/AAAAAAAAAfc/soiq1-8q8O8/s320/9618_1106987286126_1570120005_30257699_7378485_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579342188147490962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K5NEIyHt_Ko/TW3OKMEUmNI/AAAAAAAAAfU/dRw6ezMn1kE/s1600/sister.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K5NEIyHt_Ko/TW3OKMEUmNI/AAAAAAAAAfU/dRw6ezMn1kE/s320/sister.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579342187815278802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mitt4hlsE4E/TW3OJxGGgaI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Q4Qv5GegJAk/s1600/img049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pBwiVTtI_cI/TW3OJlRDDPI/AAAAAAAAAfE/BaeNvv7Mj08/s320/img019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579342177399672050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tWfl5TDpM60/TW3OJaN6DzI/AAAAAAAAAe8/t2mtAivZIBQ/s320/img012.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579342174433709874" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok... So I got a little carried away on this one. I love you Chelle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-7647958645481291108?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7647958645481291108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=7647958645481291108' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/7647958645481291108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/7647958645481291108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-four-picture-of-myself-and-sibling.html' title='Day Four: A Picture of Myself and a Sibling (Michelle)'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0BDqLQ3952A/TW3OKNThwJI/AAAAAAAAAfc/soiq1-8q8O8/s72-c/9618_1106987286126_1570120005_30257699_7378485_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-7690748040021301081</id><published>2011-02-28T15:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T22:01:02.423-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 days'/><title type='text'>Day Three: A picture of myself as a baby (toddler)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q1piKRnRkeM/TWwGjVZA3dI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mMEeO9Rt7Dk/s1600/l_cdd6a86839bf45a53e21cc4392aa26f1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q1piKRnRkeM/TWwGjVZA3dI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mMEeO9Rt7Dk/s320/l_cdd6a86839bf45a53e21cc4392aa26f1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578841242512448978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is a picture of me as a baby. It's the best one that I have while at college. At least you can see my sideways smile in it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-7690748040021301081?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7690748040021301081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=7690748040021301081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/7690748040021301081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/7690748040021301081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-three-picture-of-myself-as-baby.html' title='Day Three: A picture of myself as a baby (toddler)'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q1piKRnRkeM/TWwGjVZA3dI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mMEeO9Rt7Dk/s72-c/l_cdd6a86839bf45a53e21cc4392aa26f1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-2646404952044233018</id><published>2011-02-27T11:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T22:01:02.424-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 days'/><title type='text'>Day Two: A Picture of Myself and the Person (People) I Have Been Closest to the Longest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oBkKaZel7HA/TWp8FK5SLWI/AAAAAAAAAeY/d3JouNs7vqc/s1600/5452_1142443274339_1025163312_30426146_1310803_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oBkKaZel7HA/TWp8FK5SLWI/AAAAAAAAAeY/d3JouNs7vqc/s320/5452_1142443274339_1025163312_30426146_1310803_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578407516717591906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mel and JB: We might not be as close anymore, but I went to every single birthday party that JB had since kindergarten. Mel and I were best friends from fourth grade through high school. We all went to church, youth group and school together. Out of all the people I've been close too, they were the longest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-2646404952044233018?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2646404952044233018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=2646404952044233018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/2646404952044233018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/2646404952044233018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-two-picture-of-myself-and-person.html' title='Day Two: A Picture of Myself and the Person (People) I Have Been Closest to the Longest'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oBkKaZel7HA/TWp8FK5SLWI/AAAAAAAAAeY/d3JouNs7vqc/s72-c/5452_1142443274339_1025163312_30426146_1310803_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-95595825163212002</id><published>2011-02-26T12:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T22:01:02.426-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 days'/><title type='text'>Day One: A Picture of Me and Ten Facts about Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ynrn-Tn7mB0/TWk3IpcotQI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/7u3-tYw465E/s1600/29484_1275113441075_1327110097_626330_2947293_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ynrn-Tn7mB0/TWk3IpcotQI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/7u3-tYw465E/s320/29484_1275113441075_1327110097_626330_2947293_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578050235179513090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. I am 20 years old.&lt;div&gt;2. I don't always want to be in college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I don't always love who I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I have the best and most supporting family that anyone could ask for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I've had many best friends, but few who actually stuck with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I still love all my friends from high school, and I love being in the 'borough and hanging with the gang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. My favorite color is green, but I also love dark, rich purple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I wish I could be home to be with my mom and see my grandparents more often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. My one deep hope is that one day I am able to be a stay at home mom and wife (or if that is impossible, then just a mom and a wife) who is as good to her family as my own mother is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I make the best chocolate chip cookies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-95595825163212002?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/95595825163212002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=95595825163212002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/95595825163212002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/95595825163212002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-one-picture-of-me-and-ten-facts.html' title='Day One: A Picture of Me and Ten Facts about Myself'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ynrn-Tn7mB0/TWk3IpcotQI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/7u3-tYw465E/s72-c/29484_1275113441075_1327110097_626330_2947293_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-6268596446793458640</id><published>2011-02-26T12:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T22:01:02.427-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 days'/><title type='text'>100 Days of Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;Day 01: A picture of yourself and ten facts&lt;br /&gt;Day 02: A picture of You and the Person You have been Closest with the Longest&lt;br /&gt;Day 03: A picture of you when you were a baby&lt;br /&gt;Day 04: A picture of you with a brother or sister&lt;br /&gt;Day 05: A picture of Your Favorite Memory&lt;br /&gt;Day 06: A picture of a Person You'd Love to Trade places with for a Day&lt;br /&gt;Day 07: A picture that makes you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Day 08: A picture of your most treasured item&lt;br /&gt;Day 09: A picture of the Person who has gotten You through the most.&lt;br /&gt;Day 10: A picture of the Person You do the oddest things with.&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 - A picture of something you hate&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 - A picture of something you love&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 - A picture of your favorite band or artist&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 - A picutre of your favourite store&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 - A picture of something you want to do before you die&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 - A picture of someone who inspires you&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 - A picture of something that has made a huge impact on your life recently&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 - A picture of the most beautiful Woman alive&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 - A picutre of something you love to do&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 - A picture of somewhere you'd love to travel&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 - A picture of something you wish you could forget&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 - A picture of something you never leave the house without&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 - A picture of your favorite book&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 - A picture of someone you miss&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 - A picture of you from last year&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 - A picture of something that means a lot to you&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 - A picture of your favorite night&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 - A picture of your favorite place in the world&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 - A picture that can always make you smile&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 - A picture of your favorite quote&lt;br /&gt;Day 31 - A picture of food you made&lt;br /&gt;Day 32 - A picture of what you did today&lt;br /&gt;Day 33 - A picture of somewhere you went today&lt;br /&gt;Day 34 - A picture of your favorite morning&lt;br /&gt;Day 35 - A picture of your hometown&lt;br /&gt;Day 36 - A picture of your pet&lt;br /&gt;Day 37 - A picture taken at school&lt;br /&gt;Day 38 - A picture of your favorite drink&lt;br /&gt;Day 39 - A picture of your favorite food&lt;br /&gt;Day 40 - A picture of your friends&lt;br /&gt;Day 41 - A picture of your favorite weather&lt;br /&gt;Day 42 - A picture of you listening to music&lt;br /&gt;Day 43 - A picture of you celebrating&lt;br /&gt;Day 44 - A picture that describes your life&lt;br /&gt;Day 45 - A picture of your favorite cartoon character&lt;br /&gt;Day 46 - A picture that you edited&lt;br /&gt;Day 47 - A picture of your favorite animal&lt;br /&gt;Day 48 - A picture of you more than 10 years ago&lt;br /&gt;Day 49 - A picture of you and your best friend(s)&lt;br /&gt;Day 50 - A picture of yourself&lt;br /&gt;Day 51 - A picture of you wearing sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;Day 52 - A picture of you dressed up&lt;br /&gt;Day 53 - A picture of you in a car&lt;br /&gt;Day 54 - A picture of you on your last vacation&lt;br /&gt;Day 55 - A picture of you with a date&lt;br /&gt;Day 56 - A picture of you all bundled up&lt;br /&gt;Day 57 - A picture of you in your backyard&lt;br /&gt;Day 58 - A picture of your hair all done&lt;br /&gt;Day 59 - A picture of you and a teammate&lt;br /&gt;Day 60 - A picture of you at a sports game&lt;br /&gt;Day 61 - A picture of you in the fall&lt;br /&gt;Day 62 - A picture of you on a ride&lt;br /&gt;Day 63 - A picture of luggage&lt;br /&gt;Day 64 - A picture of you at work&lt;br /&gt;Day 65 - A picture of you at a park&lt;br /&gt;Day 66 - A picture of you in the air&lt;br /&gt;Day 66 - A picture of you doing something childish&lt;br /&gt;Day 67 - A picture of you falling&lt;br /&gt;Day 68 - A picture of you outside&lt;br /&gt;Day 69 - A picture of a crazy night out&lt;br /&gt;Day 70 - A picture of someone you don't go a day without talking to&lt;br /&gt;Day 71 - A picture of you with people you work with&lt;br /&gt;Day 72 - A picture of you with unbelievable scenary&lt;br /&gt;Day 73 - A picture of you somewhere warm&lt;br /&gt;Day 74 - A picture taken professionally&lt;br /&gt;Day 75 - A picture of you receiving a reward&lt;br /&gt;Day 76 - A picture of you drinking something&lt;br /&gt;Day 77 - A picture of you and friends making silly faces&lt;br /&gt;Day 78 - A picture of you in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Day 79 - A picture of you in the water&lt;br /&gt;Day 80 - A picture of you and someone you love being silly&lt;br /&gt;Day 81 - A picture of you with a character&lt;br /&gt;Day 82 - A picture of someone you love asleep&lt;br /&gt;Day 83 - A picture of you at prom&lt;br /&gt;Day 84 - A picture of a school project&lt;br /&gt;Day 85 - A picture of your favorite holiday&lt;br /&gt;Day 86 - A picture of someone who helps you with school&lt;br /&gt;Day 87 - A picture of someone you grew up with&lt;br /&gt;Day 88 - A picture of your dream car&lt;br /&gt;Day 89 - A picture of you at a hotel&lt;br /&gt;Day 90 - A picture of you wearing your favorite color&lt;br /&gt;Day 91 - A picture of you and your friends playing a game&lt;br /&gt;Day 92 - A picture of your school&lt;br /&gt;Day 93 - A picture of your favorite board game&lt;br /&gt;Day 94 - A picture of you and your friends eating&lt;br /&gt;Day 95 - A picture of you on a plane&lt;br /&gt;Day 96 - A picture of your favorite movie&lt;br /&gt;Day 97 - A picture of something you no longer have&lt;br /&gt;Day 98 - A picture of you and your friends out somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Day 99 - A picture that was first on your facebook.&lt;br /&gt;Day 100 - A picture of you smiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-6268596446793458640?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-7131011772142899126</id><published>2010-09-16T10:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T19:06:02.534-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thirty Days'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; " &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; " &gt; want to do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The Thirty-Day Meme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 01 – Introduce yourself&lt;br /&gt;Day 02 – Your first love, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;Day 03 – Your parents, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;Day 04 – What you ate today, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;Day 05 – Your definition of love, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;Day 06 – Your day, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;Day 07 – Your best friend, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;Day 08 – A moment, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;Day 09 – Your beliefs, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 – What you wore today, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 – Your siblings, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 – What’s in your bag, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 – This week, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 – What you wore today, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 – Your dreams, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 – Your first kiss, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 – Your favorite memory, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 – Your favorite birthday, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 – Something you regret, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 – This month, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 – Another moment, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 – Something that upsets you, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 – Something that makes you cry, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 – A first, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 – Your fears, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 – Your favorite place, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 – Something that you miss, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 – Your aspirations, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 – One last moment, in great detail&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/1978998606456235437-7131011772142899126?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7131011772142899126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=7131011772142899126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/7131011772142899126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/7131011772142899126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-want-to-do-this.html' title=''/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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On Mondays I have dance and then One Voice. I left early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week has been busy but relaxing. It hasn't really been busy, I just havn't been in my own home very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is going well. It's still hard, and I still get a lot of homework. But that's okay. Because I like all my classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I led Kinderchurch this week and it was amazing. Those children are adorable and sweet. They really are. And I would love to work with them more often, but I don't know how I would be able to with everything else that I am involved with. So for now I teach them when Miss Bessie is away.  And it is always so much fun. I love that age group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn eighteen in 24 days and counting. I will be a legal adult!! Ahh! Scary, ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the random post. Just felt like posting but had nothing to say...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-5216480003635641455?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5216480003635641455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=5216480003635641455' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/5216480003635641455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/5216480003635641455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2008/09/posting-with-nothing-to-say.html' title='Posting with nothing to say...'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-6987981437264179042</id><published>2008-09-07T21:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:22:38.507-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I'll try again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SMSMQYbe-nI/AAAAAAAAAP8/1jXa7QEuDrI/s1600-h/n846265537_3724340_1673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SMSMQYbe-nI/AAAAAAAAAP8/1jXa7QEuDrI/s320/n846265537_3724340_1673.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243470079229622898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SMSMQWnijaI/AAAAAAAAAQE/ObE2R5aewlU/s1600-h/n745614364_1223782_1709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SMSMQWnijaI/AAAAAAAAAQE/ObE2R5aewlU/s320/n745614364_1223782_1709.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243470078743317922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SMSMQwRixnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/DaOX8q_9OBw/s1600-h/SANY1705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SMSMQwRixnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/DaOX8q_9OBw/s320/SANY1705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243470085630379634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SMSMRCFMmgI/AAAAAAAAAQU/MGR2snq-iMM/s1600-h/SANY1752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SMSMRCFMmgI/AAAAAAAAAQU/MGR2snq-iMM/s320/SANY1752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243470090410433026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been told to update this a few times over now... So I suppose I will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to go into detail trying to catch you all up. That would take me forever.&lt;br /&gt;But Michelle did get married. She and Joel had a beautiful wedding. Absolutely gorgeous. We havn't gotten the photos from the photographer yet, and I'm not allowed to see them until she does anyways... But it was gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had family camp last weekend. SO MUCH FUN.&lt;br /&gt;You all may think that I was being a loner for much of the time, but I really didn't mean to. I was there to relax, and I like to just sit and relax, play solitaire, while still in the company of others but not always talking. I don't always want to be talking... So that's what I did. I did play kickball though! And that was fun, although I was HORRIBLE. And playing barefoot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church service was amazing. Heath was preaching (I'm sorry, but I can't wrap my head around calling him Pastor Heath, or Pastor Keniston, and he told me that was ok). His message really struck a chord with a lot of people, including me. It was about the difference between being saved and being a disciple. I'm too comfortable in this world, and I shouldn't be. I should be willing to give it all away, for Him. And that's tough, because the relationships that I have built on this earth are so important to me. But I need to remember not to put them in front of the importance of what God would have me do. Because then I would be making them into idols. Thats not exactly what Heath was talking about, but thats what God spoke into my heart that day. Then today at communion I remembered a line to a song... "This world is not my own, it has nothing for me..." And I couldn't remember what it was from. I still can't figure it out, maybe it isn't even a song. But that should be my way of thinking. This world isn't my home. My home is with God. Then during the worship at the end of the service(back to family camp), they said that the alter was open. I hesitated. For quite some time. But I knew that I needed to go forward. God was telling me to. I needed to lay it down. So I did. Kirsten came beside me and asked if I wanted to pray about something or just sing. We just sang. And I'm still struggling, but I'm also praying. You can pray for me too, if you'd like...&lt;br /&gt;After that service, the rest of the weekend was amazing. The fellowship with so many different people, different backgrounds, different ages, it was amazing. Simply amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came back home and started my Senior year. It's hard. I started the year with five classes, and ended up dropping two, and gaining one. I'm down to four classes, and still it is hard. Homework every day. Slack off senior year didn't happen for me...&lt;br /&gt;But aside from that... I have an amazing couple who have allowed me access to their apartment and their lives anytime that I need it. Aaron and Lacy are amazing. I needed someone to care and then they came. God is good with that. Just when I need someone, He sends them. And they are always so much better than anything I could have asked for. And Aaron and Lacy are no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... That's my life right now. Not everything, but it's a little update. I'm really going to try and update more often. REALLY. I will try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stealing an idea from my mom.&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm thankful for...  My family. They are always there for me. I'm not always home to be with them, but they are always looking forward to seeing me when I do get home. They love me, and God couldn't have put me with a better family than the one I'm with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-6987981437264179042?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6987981437264179042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=6987981437264179042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/6987981437264179042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/6987981437264179042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2008/09/maybe-ill-try-again.html' title='Maybe I&apos;ll try again...'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SMSMQYbe-nI/AAAAAAAAAP8/1jXa7QEuDrI/s72-c/n846265537_3724340_1673.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-7050049699111200543</id><published>2008-07-20T09:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T09:18:55.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A little update....</title><content type='html'>Ok, so it's been a while again. Lately I've been... working?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically. I work only four days a week, but a LOT. Tuesdays I work 1-9, Wednesdays I work 9-5:30, and Fridays and Saturdays I work 9-9. I have probably already told you this, but it is INSANE. Sundays I have church, Mondays I have dance, and Thursdays I have Dance and Youth Group. And now I have to find time for Bass Lessons!!  I haven't had much free time to do anything lately, although this past week I had a tremendously fun time at VBS. My group was the most interesting, most fun, and the all around BEST group in the whole thing. (No, I'm not biased at all.) I had two amazing eleven year old girls, two adorabley sweet eight year old girls, a cute and very ACTIVE six year old boy, and a darling five year old boy. I was so sad on the last night, three out of the six live out of state, and two won't come to church. I'm going to keep working on those two. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six Flags with Diana and Heather and Abby and Stephen was amazing. We had so much fun. And we bought matching pajamas! (well... Everyone but Stephen.) I got to go on all my favorite rides, and lose my license under a ride! But don't worry, I got a new one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my sister's bridal shower... Let's see how this goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I am so excited to finally have found a Christian radio station! Now I don't have to keep flipping stations when a song I don't want to listen to comes on. I like all of the songs! 106.5 if you didn't know. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-7050049699111200543?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7050049699111200543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=7050049699111200543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/7050049699111200543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/7050049699111200543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2008/07/little-update.html' title='A little update....'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-3399483674539320221</id><published>2008-06-30T22:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T22:51:39.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Diana's question thingy...</title><content type='html'>Please copy mine below, erase my answers putting yours in their place then post it! Please elaborate on the questions that would benefit from elaboration! One-Word-Answers seldom help anyone out :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First Name: Melissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Age: 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Location: NH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Occupation: I'm Office Staff at a campground. (basically means I do everything there is to do... :] )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Partner: None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Kids: None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Brothers/Sisters: One older sister named Michelle, she's 19. One soon-to-be-older-brother-in-law named Joel who is also 19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Pets: My family has four cats: Gatito, Smokey, Smudge and Angel. Gatito's mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. List the 3-5 biggest things going on in your life:&lt;br /&gt;1. Well, I guess my sister's wedding, even though that's mostly her life, but I'm pretty involved in it.&lt;br /&gt;2. Six Flags is coming up on Monday, I'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't really have a lot of big stuff going on, but I suppose work, all forty hours a week of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Parents: Live with both of them, they're still married. Twenty-one years this November. A quote from my friend, "Your parents are cute, They're old, you know? But they still hold hands."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who are some of your closest friends?:&lt;br /&gt;Oh I don't like this question. My friendships are going through weird times right now, they seem to be shifting. But, I will try.&lt;br /&gt;Henry has got to be here, whether we are talk as much as we used to or not, we're still close. We can talk to each other about everything and we know that. Our friendship started out as a joke, but it ended up being real. I am sincerely thankful to have him around.&lt;br /&gt;Katie and I don't talk. But when we do, it's the same as always. She can always make me laugh when I'm down, and sometimes that's just what I need.&lt;br /&gt;My Jazz/Modern class, really. I know that they will always be there for me, and even though some are closer than others, they will also always be willing to pray for me or to just have fun and giggle when I need it. I'll name them.. Diana, Heather, Abby, Danny, Katie, Hannah and our new addition, Julie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is on your bed right now?&lt;br /&gt;One pillow, a pink blanket, a green sleeping bag. And a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What's your favorite word or phrase?&lt;br /&gt;Goodness Gracious, great balls of fire! I have to complete that phrase any time that someone says goodness gracious. It's almost impossible for me not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What were you doing at 8am this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping. One of my days to sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What were you doing 30 minutes ago?&lt;br /&gt;Either reading or waiting to use the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Have you ever been to a strip club?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What is the last thing you said aloud?&lt;br /&gt;Oh I don't know... Yes I do. "Nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What was the last thing you had to drink?&lt;br /&gt;Milk I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Jeans and my green t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Have you bought any new clothing items this week?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. When was the last time you ran?&lt;br /&gt;Oh... a while ago. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What's the last sporting event you watched?&lt;br /&gt;Oh no.. I can't remember any of this! Probably a snip-bit of a Red Sox game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you use the word 'hello' daily?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Ever go camping?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I love camping. I work at a campground, and I having gone camping for a year. How sad is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you have a tan?&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Have you ever lost anything down a toilet?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you use smiley faces on the computer a lot? Kinda like ^_^ o_O n_n ;_;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes. You've seen them ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Have you learned anything today? I'm sure I have, whether I realized it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What are you doing tomorrow? Working, 1-9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Look to your left, what do you see? The kitchen table with the MASSIVE watermelon on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What do you think of when you think of Australia?&lt;br /&gt;Kangaroos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Ever ridden on a roller coaster? Yes, but only around eight.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;Ummm... Katie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Any plans today?&lt;br /&gt;To go to sleep. It's 10:45 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What do you wish you had right now?&lt;br /&gt;The ability to eat without gaining weight. Seriously, it's what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. How many kids do you want when you're older?&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted four. But however many God gives me, I will be happy with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. How old will you be turning on your next birthday?&lt;br /&gt;18. I'll be an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Have you ever been to Six Flags?&lt;br /&gt;Once, last Thursday. I'm going again a week from today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. How did you get some of your scars?&lt;br /&gt;The one on my left index finger is from closing my finger in the heater door. The two below my bottom lip are from biting through my lip when I was a baby and fell down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. When was the last time you were truly scared?&lt;br /&gt;Before Superman. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Who was the last person you went out to dinner with?&lt;br /&gt;Literally out to dinner? Umm... My family probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. What was the last movie you saw in a theater?&lt;br /&gt;How 'bout Get Smart with my sister!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Are you superstitious?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, not really at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What are you looking forward to the most?&lt;br /&gt;Six Flags and Soulfest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45.What makes this life worth living?&lt;br /&gt;Family and Friends. Love and Laughter. let's just go with some more illiterations...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-3399483674539320221?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3399483674539320221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=3399483674539320221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/3399483674539320221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/3399483674539320221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2008/06/dianas-question-thingy.html' title='Diana&apos;s question thingy...'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-6596386154735171267</id><published>2008-06-25T09:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:40:29.157-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>The New Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SGJJh_8iUnI/AAAAAAAAAPU/MYcXtGaU5sc/s1600-h/SANY1481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SGJJh_8iUnI/AAAAAAAAAPU/MYcXtGaU5sc/s320/SANY1481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215812166898307698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SGJJiKNrxMI/AAAAAAAAAPc/V6gJba196Qw/s1600-h/SANY1459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SGJJiKNrxMI/AAAAAAAAAPc/V6gJba196Qw/s320/SANY1459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215812169654584514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SGJJikhYx6I/AAAAAAAAAPk/XDNuiLNIkYw/s1600-h/SANY1437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SGJJikhYx6I/AAAAAAAAAPk/XDNuiLNIkYw/s320/SANY1437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215812176716548002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SGJJixWAwII/AAAAAAAAAPs/GaweSH1zW2w/s1600-h/SANY1438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SGJJixWAwII/AAAAAAAAAPs/GaweSH1zW2w/s320/SANY1438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215812180158496898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SGJJjS7xH1I/AAAAAAAAAP0/tfhEnRd_uPo/s1600-h/SANY1419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SGJJjS7xH1I/AAAAAAAAAP0/tfhEnRd_uPo/s320/SANY1419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215812189175226194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I got a haircut!!! It's shorter than I originally wanted, but I absolutely adore it.&lt;br /&gt;OH! And it's summer vacation! woo! I had my last exam on Monday, and yesterday I celebrated with a hair cut. haha! Ian might not be too happy, it'll be kinda hard to keep out of my face... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-6596386154735171267?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6596386154735171267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=6596386154735171267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/6596386154735171267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/6596386154735171267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-me.html' title='The New Me.'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SGJJh_8iUnI/AAAAAAAAAPU/MYcXtGaU5sc/s72-c/SANY1481.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-828338221168356794</id><published>2008-06-10T20:19:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T10:06:57.123-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bible study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='six flags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abi'/><title type='text'>Another so soon?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SE8dMS6TIAI/AAAAAAAAAO8/gYjs6Kiu5Ms/s1600-h/SANY1263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SE8dMS6TIAI/AAAAAAAAAO8/gYjs6Kiu5Ms/s320/SANY1263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210415390962950146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SE8dNMwsG2I/AAAAAAAAAPE/PzI52s0gL2M/s1600-h/SANY1264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SE8dNMwsG2I/AAAAAAAAAPE/PzI52s0gL2M/s320/SANY1264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210415406491900770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SE8dNhCGK1I/AAAAAAAAAPM/Bd7iVKTWTFE/s1600-h/SANY1266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SE8dNhCGK1I/AAAAAAAAAPM/Bd7iVKTWTFE/s320/SANY1266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210415411933621074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SE8cUxWtlsI/AAAAAAAAAOU/1tbKvGgfGgg/s1600-h/SANY1267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SE8cUxWtlsI/AAAAAAAAAOU/1tbKvGgfGgg/s320/SANY1267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210414437062514370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SE8cVmDZIGI/AAAAAAAAAOc/tqolpxx424w/s1600-h/SANY1268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SE8cVmDZIGI/AAAAAAAAAOc/tqolpxx424w/s320/SANY1268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210414451208560738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SE8cWOQVBXI/AAAAAAAAAOk/R672ZJLWW1Y/s1600-h/SANY1269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SE8cWOQVBXI/AAAAAAAAAOk/R672ZJLWW1Y/s320/SANY1269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210414462000235890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SE8cWwPpLsI/AAAAAAAAAOs/JjSho07qTgc/s1600-h/SANY1275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SE8cWwPpLsI/AAAAAAAAAOs/JjSho07qTgc/s320/SANY1275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210414471124168386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SE8cXtn9piI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Q8i-c-DN4iY/s1600-h/SANY1276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SE8cXtn9piI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Q8i-c-DN4iY/s320/SANY1276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210414487600735778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night was so much fun. Abi's mom had a surprise party for her at the Pizza Barn, and a bunch of us were invited. I hope Meg gets me the pictures...&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we headed to Abi's cousin's house for a bonfire. The mosquitoes were horrendous. But it was nice to splash in the creek after that hot day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about hot days, have you been outside for the past four days!? It has been soooo hot and humid! And our school doesn't have air conditioning except in the library and the offices and the auditorium and music room. So everywhere else we can't breathe. Luckily for us, most of our teachers can't breathe either so they try to get us to the library or auditorium lobby as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished our dance last night! It's soo much fun. Then today I had my last day of bible study. It was rather disappointing. But I can't wait until we go to Six Flags on the 26!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-828338221168356794?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/828338221168356794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=828338221168356794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/828338221168356794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/828338221168356794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-so-soon.html' title='Another so soon?'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SE8dMS6TIAI/AAAAAAAAAO8/gYjs6Kiu5Ms/s72-c/SANY1263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-268024855538066066</id><published>2008-06-06T22:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T10:05:57.335-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yearbook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NHS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='junior'/><title type='text'>Guess who you're looking at!</title><content type='html'>You are looking at...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new Vice President of the Moultonborough Branch of National Honor Society!!&lt;br /&gt;hehe... I'm kinda sorta a little bit a lot excited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also won the "Da Vinci" award for Drawing Class and the Outstanding Achievement Award for Trig and Pre-Calc. It was amazing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the Junior Senior Breakfast. It's a tradition that the sophomores fix a breakfast for the Juniors and Seniors. It is NOT a tradition that they cater to the whims of the Seniors. But apparently, these sophomores decided that that was how they were going to run things. SO. Seniors got preferential treatment. I also got my yearbook today, so I got around six(?) seniors to sign it, and two underclassmen. I mainly wanted seniors today. Next year will be for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The election for NHS was during lunch. I am so happy that I am VP. I have never held a position in any kind of club or group, and I think I can do a good job. I really see myself changing. I never would have run for a position before, partly because I'd be scared, but mostly for fear of losing. Before(and still sometimes), I would have taken it personally if I had lost, if people hadn't  voted for me. But I was able to run today because I didn't care either way. If I lost, people just thought someone else would do a better job; it wouldn't have been something personally against me. So I did run. And I did win. I'm excited for next year, and I hope that this will ask something of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week has been absolutely insane for me. The school year is ending, so all my teachers apparently have decided to throw all the projects they can think of at us all at once. I literally had eight projects going on all at once. I finally have finished my Trig/Pre calc project and my Spanish Project. That leaves two projects in History, one of which was supposed to be due today but that has been pushed back to Wednesday and the other which is due Monday that I havn't started, two projects in English, one of which is due Tuesday and almost finished and the other of which I havn't started, one final project in drawing(havn't really started), and one project in chorus(kinda sorta almost finished). That is my life. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I worked. I started working again two weekends ago. Now I only work on Fridays, but come summer I will be working forty hours a week!!! ahhh INSANE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... It will be summer. And I will be making money. So I'm pretty excited. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-268024855538066066?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/268024855538066066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=268024855538066066' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/268024855538066066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/268024855538066066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2008/06/guess-who-youre-looking-at.html' title='Guess who you&apos;re looking at!'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-5288467141007415775</id><published>2008-06-06T22:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T10:05:05.536-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Promness!! ...finally...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SEnzylfMJPI/AAAAAAAAANs/EzWlTfcd0Wo/s1600-h/n509369266_434078_5717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SEnzylfMJPI/AAAAAAAAANs/EzWlTfcd0Wo/s320/n509369266_434078_5717.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208962494412629234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SEnzy7qpvZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/cqMu93N7Dko/s1600-h/n1327110017_26498_4881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SEnzy7qpvZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/cqMu93N7Dko/s320/n1327110017_26498_4881.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208962500366286226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SEnzzFtmAlI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ZpNqthWOCaw/s1600-h/n1327110100_26678_89292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SEnzzFtmAlI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ZpNqthWOCaw/s320/n1327110100_26678_89292.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208962503062979154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SEnzzRNpN1I/AAAAAAAAAOE/2cW8AICuFY4/s1600-h/SANY1060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SEnzzRNpN1I/AAAAAAAAAOE/2cW8AICuFY4/s320/SANY1060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208962506150197074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SEnz0Akb5LI/AAAAAAAAAOM/CMtPcInMqJ8/s1600-h/SANY1057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SEnz0Akb5LI/AAAAAAAAAOM/CMtPcInMqJ8/s320/SANY1057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208962518862259378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SEny7-ly3BI/AAAAAAAAANE/2YOiD67xZ-I/s1600-h/l_6fc6723ba46ece9c75f20cbe487e658e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SEny7-ly3BI/AAAAAAAAANE/2YOiD67xZ-I/s320/l_6fc6723ba46ece9c75f20cbe487e658e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208961556258413586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SEny9D_M0wI/AAAAAAAAANM/Cv2DJINJ3Ww/s1600-h/l_414b9f4d0954665c731876eab6c5e8f6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SEny9D_M0wI/AAAAAAAAANM/Cv2DJINJ3Ww/s320/l_414b9f4d0954665c731876eab6c5e8f6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208961574887019266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SEny94BMcAI/AAAAAAAAANU/sUOmsUxiqPk/s1600-h/n509369266_434068_2431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SEny94BMcAI/AAAAAAAAANU/sUOmsUxiqPk/s320/n509369266_434068_2431.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208961588854026242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SEny-CGHQ9I/AAAAAAAAANc/1nZzSBnTvrY/s1600-h/n509369266_434073_4094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SEny-CGHQ9I/AAAAAAAAANc/1nZzSBnTvrY/s320/n509369266_434073_4094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208961591559013330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SEny-s0kUOI/AAAAAAAAANk/cqyiv46bJ0A/s1600-h/n509369266_434076_5090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SEny-s0kUOI/AAAAAAAAANk/cqyiv46bJ0A/s320/n509369266_434076_5090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208961603028144354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow guys. I am really bad at this.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the promised prom pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-5288467141007415775?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5288467141007415775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=5288467141007415775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/5288467141007415775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/5288467141007415775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2008/06/promness-finally.html' title='Promness!! ...finally...'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SEnzylfMJPI/AAAAAAAAANs/EzWlTfcd0Wo/s72-c/n509369266_434078_5717.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-5359719455810043877</id><published>2008-05-21T20:04:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T10:04:50.917-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mexico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michelle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends group'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art club'/><title type='text'>More pictures of everything but prom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SDTAr4QXFsI/AAAAAAAAAMk/_zsWU4Ooc_I/s1600-h/SANY0919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SDTAr4QXFsI/AAAAAAAAAMk/_zsWU4Ooc_I/s320/SANY0919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202995329587680962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SDTAsYQXFtI/AAAAAAAAAMs/oi_D-L71Ric/s1600-h/SANY0952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SDTAsYQXFtI/AAAAAAAAAMs/oi_D-L71Ric/s320/SANY0952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202995338177615570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SDTAsoQXFuI/AAAAAAAAAM0/At-Wd8z8314/s1600-h/SANY0990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SDTAsoQXFuI/AAAAAAAAAM0/At-Wd8z8314/s320/SANY0990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202995342472582882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SDTAs4QXFvI/AAAAAAAAAM8/oCPEk0D4HNc/s1600-h/SANY0998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SDTAs4QXFvI/AAAAAAAAAM8/oCPEk0D4HNc/s320/SANY0998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202995346767550194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SDS7k4QXFqI/AAAAAAAAAMU/hxjHTlq01Ns/s1600-h/SANY0822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SDS7k4QXFqI/AAAAAAAAAMU/hxjHTlq01Ns/s320/SANY0822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202989711770457762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SDS7lYQXFrI/AAAAAAAAAMc/wJtwPp5UhLs/s1600-h/SANY0825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SDS7lYQXFrI/AAAAAAAAAMc/wJtwPp5UhLs/s320/SANY0825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202989720360392370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SDS6OYQXFlI/AAAAAAAAALs/BKSzE5ufzMg/s1600-h/SANY0688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SDS6OYQXFlI/AAAAAAAAALs/BKSzE5ufzMg/s320/SANY0688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202988225711773266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SDS6PIQXFmI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Y0zYMG5y67o/s1600-h/SANY0702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SDS6PIQXFmI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Y0zYMG5y67o/s320/SANY0702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202988238596675170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SDS6PYQXFnI/AAAAAAAAAL8/OKX-cueoyac/s1600-h/SANY0720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SDS6PYQXFnI/AAAAAAAAAL8/OKX-cueoyac/s320/SANY0720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202988242891642482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SDS6PoQXFoI/AAAAAAAAAME/Uu0oU1gtXq0/s1600-h/SANY0725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SDS6PoQXFoI/AAAAAAAAAME/Uu0oU1gtXq0/s320/SANY0725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202988247186609794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SDS6QIQXFpI/AAAAAAAAAMM/6y8VI0Mp4M4/s1600-h/SANY0760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SDS6QIQXFpI/AAAAAAAAAMM/6y8VI0Mp4M4/s320/SANY0760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202988255776544402" 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/1978998606456235437-5359719455810043877?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5359719455810043877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=5359719455810043877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/5359719455810043877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/5359719455810043877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2008/05/more-pictures-of-everything-but-prom.html' title='More pictures of everything but prom...'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SDTAr4QXFsI/AAAAAAAAAMk/_zsWU4Ooc_I/s72-c/SANY0919.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-8833301305609937514</id><published>2008-05-20T21:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T10:04:11.971-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mexico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Pictures, anyone?</title><content type='html'>I'll post more at  a later date... but i need to go to bed...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SDN8UYQXFgI/AAAAAAAAALE/Jo_CItTySRM/s1600-h/SANY0665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SDN8UYQXFgI/AAAAAAAAALE/Jo_CItTySRM/s320/SANY0665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202638684093355522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SDN8UoQXFhI/AAAAAAAAALM/JK88py5QOSI/s1600-h/SANY0439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SDN8UoQXFhI/AAAAAAAAALM/JK88py5QOSI/s320/SANY0439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202638688388322834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SDN8U4QXFiI/AAAAAAAAALU/Zb35TBPLZ_g/s1600-h/SANY0619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SDN8U4QXFiI/AAAAAAAAALU/Zb35TBPLZ_g/s320/SANY0619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202638692683290146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SDN8VYQXFjI/AAAAAAAAALc/z3xGQn92paQ/s1600-h/SANY0638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SDN8VYQXFjI/AAAAAAAAALc/z3xGQn92paQ/s320/SANY0638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202638701273224754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SDN8VoQXFkI/AAAAAAAAALk/bidR4_KB9fM/s1600-h/SANY0641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SDN8VoQXFkI/AAAAAAAAALk/bidR4_KB9fM/s320/SANY0641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202638705568192066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SDN4j4QXFbI/AAAAAAAAAKc/cO-Q6LwC4VE/s1600-h/SANY0317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SDN4j4QXFbI/AAAAAAAAAKc/cO-Q6LwC4VE/s320/SANY0317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202634552334816690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SDN4k4QXFcI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Bma_jg347YI/s1600-h/SANY0380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SDN4k4QXFcI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Bma_jg347YI/s320/SANY0380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202634569514685890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SDN4lYQXFdI/AAAAAAAAAKs/uJDTNLB_VVE/s1600-h/SANY0401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SDN4lYQXFdI/AAAAAAAAAKs/uJDTNLB_VVE/s320/SANY0401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202634578104620498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SDN4l4QXFeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/KbEVi3imck8/s1600-h/SANY0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SDN4l4QXFeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/KbEVi3imck8/s320/SANY0411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202634586694555106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SDN4mIQXFfI/AAAAAAAAAK8/pbzuiTP_5yU/s1600-h/SANY0607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SDN4mIQXFfI/AAAAAAAAAK8/pbzuiTP_5yU/s320/SANY0607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202634590989522418" 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/1978998606456235437-8833301305609937514?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8833301305609937514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=8833301305609937514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/8833301305609937514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/8833301305609937514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2008/05/pictures-anyone.html' title='Pictures, anyone?'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/SDN8UYQXFgI/AAAAAAAAALE/Jo_CItTySRM/s72-c/SANY0665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-1889656386139972355</id><published>2008-05-20T16:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T10:03:51.524-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mexico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dani'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manuel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michelle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sofia america'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joel'/><title type='text'>Finally?</title><content type='html'>Wow. One month and twenty days since my last blog...&lt;br /&gt;No wonder people thought I gave up on this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what is there that I havn't written about?&lt;br /&gt;1. Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;2. Prom.&lt;br /&gt;3. Boston.&lt;br /&gt;4. Chelle and Joel's graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, let's talk about Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I did go on the Mexico Missions Trip. If only I had written this sooner I'd probably be a lot more willing to talk about it. It is just that it has been so long and other things have happened that I don't remember everything anymore. But I'll take you all on a schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day One: Wednesday, April 16&lt;br /&gt;Arrive at church at 3:30, Arrive in Manchester somewhere around 5. Fly out of Manchester at 7, have your ears feel like they are going to explode during the landing at Baltimore. Stay on the plane and fly to California by Noon their time. Eat at "The Wrangler", which makes you feel like you're back in New Hampshire. Be utterly and completely amazed by the scenery of California and then of Mexico. Fly right through the border and on to San Felipe. Have our first meal there and go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Two: Thursday, April 17&lt;br /&gt;Orientation in the morning, Visit the orphanage site and the men's rehabilitation center, then the beach and shopping in the afternoon. An easy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Three: Friday, April 18&lt;br /&gt;Work around the compound in teams, get stuff done that they need help with. Spanish speaking church that night, one of the awesomest worship experiences I have ever had. I don't even care that awesomest isn't a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Four: Saturday, April 19&lt;br /&gt;First day at the orphanage, sweat your butts off. Move MILLIONS of cement blocks. (I'm exaggerating.) Cut some wire for ReBar. Play with Sofia America and Manuel and Danni. Head out for VBS, only to only be able to have a prayer walk. Head home to the compound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Five: Sunday, April 20&lt;br /&gt;English speaking church in the morning, then more shopping and beach in the afternoon. Head out for another day of VBS. The kids were adorable and totally willing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Six: Monday, April 21&lt;br /&gt;Another day at the orphanage. More ReBar cutting, more playing with the kids, more sweating. Heading back for showers then out for VBS for one last night. Special movie night for the adults, then back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Seven: Tuesday, April 22&lt;br /&gt;Last day at the orphanage and in Mexico. Lots of sadness. More cutting of ReBar, more playing with and helping the kids. Heading back for showers then leaving for California. Arrive across the border and say goodbye to John and Bonnie, big hugs. Then head to San Diego where we spend some time at the Pacific and eat dinner, then back to the church to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Eight: Wednesday, April 23&lt;br /&gt;Early rise again, all day flying. Depart from SanDiego and layover in Chicago. No time for lunch, wait till you get home. Manchester around fourthirty, Home around seventhirty. SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How 'bout Boston? I mostly only am going to talk about it so I can post pictures. :) I actually went to Boston twice in two weeks on two separate fieldtrips that were exactly the same, only with different classes. We went to the Fine Arts Museum and then to Quincy Market Place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle and Joel commenced (or what I like to call "graduated") on May 10. We went down to see the ceremony and Michelle gave a testimony and Joel spoke about the Holy Lands. They will be going back next year for a second year, but this time they'll be married. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROM!!!!!!! The most recent and therefore easiest to write about. It was so much fun. I got to get all dressed up in a pretty dress and pretty shoes and makeup, and go with all my friends to a dance. It was actually quite the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that Prom is usually a memorable experience, but I have to say mine was a little more than some. In the building that we were holding the prom in, there were two levels. Well, two and a half. All the students were on the second level getting ready for the grand march. We were going to walk down the stairs and then up the stairs on the other side. However, before we could start we had to get in order. So we all were crammed into one corner trying to hear Ms. Prause call our names. All of a sudden... POP! BANG! POP! Cindy said it sounded like a gun shot, and everyone started running. Well don't worry, it wasn't a gun. But it was the balcony breaking. My foot went down at least a foot. And suddenly everyone was screaming and people were yelling to "Move! Move that way!" Well, those people weren't helping anything. We already knew we had to move, and they were just freaking us out and causing panic. I did not feel like being trampled to death on my prom night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no one got hurt and we held the grand march outside. They roped off that corner of the balcony and we had fun dancing and hanging out for the rest of the night. Everyone had a fabulous time. But I got sick the next day. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post a seperate post with pictures later, I'm going to go take a nap, I'm still not quite up to par.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-1889656386139972355?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1889656386139972355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=1889656386139972355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/1889656386139972355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/1889656386139972355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2008/05/finally.html' title='Finally?'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-2116242460314289332</id><published>2008-04-01T14:59:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T10:02:30.804-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michelle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr. smith'/><title type='text'>How Old Am I??</title><content type='html'>I am going to have a similar but different post as two of my blog friends have had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM GETTING OLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you realize that I registered for the SATs on Sunday?&lt;br /&gt;Do you realize that that means that I am a Junior in Highschool?&lt;br /&gt;Do you also realize that that means I only have one year left of Highschool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you realize I can vote in the Presidential Election this coming November??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who could have guessed that this would be coming? Really, I mean, I still remember the days where I would dream about when my sister graduated; I never even thought about my own graduation. I thought it was too far away. And here it comes, in a little over a year I will be a high school graduate? What??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sorry, if I continue with this blog until next year, I will most likely have another post quite similar to this one. But it just hit me yesterday. I was telling Mr. Smith about registering for SATs and... WABAM! It hit me! I'm getting old!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R_KIOeK2E_I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/qS603aw4iIY/s1600-h/preschool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R_KIOeK2E_I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/qS603aw4iIY/s320/preschool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184355903254959090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Preschool!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R_KHp-K2E-I/AAAAAAAAAJw/AHm1RmcyXpo/s1600-h/second+grade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R_KHp-K2E-I/AAAAAAAAAJw/AHm1RmcyXpo/s320/second+grade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184355276189733858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Second Grade. :) I look like a poet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R_KLt-K2FCI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/J7wEL_bec4g/s1600-h/Photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R_KLt-K2FCI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/J7wEL_bec4g/s320/Photo+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184359742955721762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this was today during English Class. I finished early, so I used the camera on the laptop. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-2116242460314289332?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2116242460314289332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=2116242460314289332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/2116242460314289332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/2116242460314289332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-old-am-i.html' title='How Old Am I??'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R_KIOeK2E_I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/qS603aw4iIY/s72-c/preschool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-4698488056267089894</id><published>2008-04-01T14:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T10:01:54.738-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='julie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abby'/><title type='text'>Between.</title><content type='html'>Losing weight is going to be a lot harder this time around, I can tell.&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I don't have as much to lose.&lt;br /&gt;Second, I just seem to want to eat and eat and eat. I am always hungry. And everyone keeps telling me, "Eat some vegetables or fruit". But we mostly have veggies at home. And they just don't satisfy the way a nice bowl of ice cream or chips or chocolate would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now just to set it straight, I am not trying to lose weight because I think that I am fat. I don't. I think I am overweight, and sorry to all you people out there who keep telling me I'm not, but I am. I also would just like to get back down where I was last year. I gained back some of the weight that I lost, and I really wouldn't mind if it went away again. I also would just like to be able to find a pair of jeans that fits correctly. Not too tight, not loose, but right. Right at the moment, I am between sizes, and my old jeans are wearing out and ripping. I'd like to buy new ones, but first I either need to lose weight, or gain weight to fit in a pair. Personally I would rather lose it. Although as JB said, "Gaining weight is more fun." I wholeheartedly agree, but... The aftereffects of losing weight are a lot more fun then of the latter. So I am on a diet/exercise lose weight plan. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, my life is splendid. I got to have Abby sleep over Friday night, and go to the musical that night with Julie as well. On Saturday Abby and I went shopping for jeans for me(which is what started the whole fiasco above). My dance classes are stupendous, and I am so glad that I am taking them. Ian is amazing. School is going well. Oh. I'm going to make a seperate post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-4698488056267089894?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4698488056267089894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=4698488056267089894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/4698488056267089894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/4698488056267089894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/between.html' title='Between.'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-6456156165271534834</id><published>2008-03-21T14:30:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T10:01:22.545-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Voice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michelle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joel'/><title type='text'>Pink and Turquoise and White...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R-av5OK2E8I/AAAAAAAAAJg/hZbyl4t1JLY/s1600-h/One+Voice+Concert+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R-av5OK2E8I/AAAAAAAAAJg/hZbyl4t1JLY/s320/One+Voice+Concert+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181021818927322050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R-avgeK2E7I/AAAAAAAAAJY/6IRMCdS5Xrc/s1600-h/One+Voice+Concert+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R-avgeK2E7I/AAAAAAAAAJY/6IRMCdS5Xrc/s320/One+Voice+Concert+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181021393725559730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R-avW-K2E6I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/IVi7G4P0RUc/s1600-h/One+Voice+Concert+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R-avW-K2E6I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/IVi7G4P0RUc/s320/One+Voice+Concert+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181021230516802466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R-avQ-K2E5I/AAAAAAAAAJI/iKjq5XMOPwI/s1600-h/One+Voice+Concert+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R-avQ-K2E5I/AAAAAAAAAJI/iKjq5XMOPwI/s320/One+Voice+Concert+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181021127437587346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R-avKOK2E4I/AAAAAAAAAJA/Hi0p5YIB6Tc/s1600-h/One+Voice+Concert+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R-avKOK2E4I/AAAAAAAAAJA/Hi0p5YIB6Tc/s320/One+Voice+Concert+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181021011473470338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R-au7-K2E3I/AAAAAAAAAI4/PgFvBmgEigM/s1600-h/One+Voice+Concert+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R-au7-K2E3I/AAAAAAAAAI4/PgFvBmgEigM/s320/One+Voice+Concert+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181020766660334450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the One Voice Performance was on Friday. Goodness Gracious, how time flies. It seems like just yesterday I was still contemplating whether or not I should even do the Easter One Voice. But I think I made the right decision. The time I get to spend with my friends, worshiping God, is worth any of the hassles that come with the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did skip school that day. After two late nights in Concord, I felt I needed it. On Wednesday I didn't get home until 11:30ish, and Thursday I didn't get home until quarter after Midnight. It was a late night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The performance went splendidly. It was amazing, the seats were almost full, everyone was ready to go on stage. The last minute nerves hit me right as the curtains were about to open. But after that, it was smooth sailing. Mac was amazing; he always is. You could feel the Spirit moving throughout the entire show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone did amazing. I keep thinking how sad I am going to be now that I won't see everyone as often, but then I remember, I'm taking dance classes now! And most of the people from One Voice that I will miss are taking the classes! And I do say most, because there are the few who I won't see. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I went to the sunrise service, and I wore the cutest skirt. :) I know, I'm being conceited. But I felt extremely creative this morning at five o'clock when I found out I could change my Sandwich Fair dress into a skirt and have it be even prettier. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was there for Sunrise Service, for First Service, then some of Second Service. I left after we sang for some coffee, then came back to see everyone. Michelle and Joel are up, and it was nice to be able to point them out at church and brag about my wondrous sister and future-brother-in-law. :) It was also nice to dress up pretty with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-6456156165271534834?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6456156165271534834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=6456156165271534834' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/6456156165271534834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/6456156165271534834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2008/03/pink-and-turquoise-and-white.html' title='Pink and Turquoise and White...'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R-av5OK2E8I/AAAAAAAAAJg/hZbyl4t1JLY/s72-c/One+Voice+Concert+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-951839178792703458</id><published>2008-03-16T14:10:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T10:00:27.876-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth group'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mexico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tabby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Voice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michelle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter carnival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='junior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><title type='text'>The Hectity of it all...</title><content type='html'>Oh guys... I know, it's been too long again. I'm horrible at keeping up with this blog. I keep thinking, I should sit down and blog. But do I? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, did you hear that the Juniors won Winter Carnival this year at my school? If you havn't, you must have not spoken to me since before that, because I'm pretty sure I've bragged about it quite a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R91oN1uN9lI/AAAAAAAAAIY/he3U-PkaMAA/s1600-h/winter+carnival+%2708+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R91oN1uN9lI/AAAAAAAAAIY/he3U-PkaMAA/s320/winter+carnival+%2708+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178409733514458706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R91ng1uN9kI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/5wKb8-Aw9bk/s1600-h/winter+carnival+%2708+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R91ng1uN9kI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/5wKb8-Aw9bk/s320/winter+carnival+%2708+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178408960420345410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R91na1uN9jI/AAAAAAAAAII/DqLosekTcKg/s1600-h/winter+carnival+%2708+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R91na1uN9jI/AAAAAAAAAII/DqLosekTcKg/s320/winter+carnival+%2708+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178408857341130290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R91nSluN9iI/AAAAAAAAAIA/YpeEl8NxOoU/s1600-h/winter+carnival+%2708+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R91nSluN9iI/AAAAAAAAAIA/YpeEl8NxOoU/s320/winter+carnival+%2708+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178408715607209506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is our honorary Junimore. We love Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R91nL1uN9hI/AAAAAAAAAH4/LgJRU4xABDM/s1600-h/winter+carnival+%2708+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R91nL1uN9hI/AAAAAAAAAH4/LgJRU4xABDM/s320/winter+carnival+%2708+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178408599643092498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R91nEVuN9gI/AAAAAAAAAHw/JCkaHciGg6M/s1600-h/winter+carnival+%2708+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R91nEVuN9gI/AAAAAAAAAHw/JCkaHciGg6M/s320/winter+carnival+%2708+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178408470794073602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R91m6VuN9fI/AAAAAAAAAHo/m6wuCtmBs4I/s1600-h/winter+carnival+%2708+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R91m6VuN9fI/AAAAAAAAAHo/m6wuCtmBs4I/s320/winter+carnival+%2708+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178408298995381746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you tell the Junior color was red?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you also know that the One Voice Easter Concert "Unbelievable Love" is this Friday? If you didn't... you must never talk to me... because my whole life has basically been devoted to this production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also taking dance classes with Ian now. They're being held at our church! Isn't that exciting!? I'm taking the Jazz/Modern class and the Hip-Hop class. They are both amazing. I think I like Jazz/Modern better, but Hip-Hop is so much fun and it really gets you moving. So they both have their strengths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Tabby came to visit! A couple weekends ago, over vacation, she came down for Thursday through Sunday. So she got to go to Youth Group AND Church!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R91pf1uN9oI/AAAAAAAAAIw/gtxQ4odm7Nw/s1600-h/March+2,+2008+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R91pf1uN9oI/AAAAAAAAAIw/gtxQ4odm7Nw/s320/March+2,+2008+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178411142263731842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R91pPFuN9nI/AAAAAAAAAIo/U4qAZ1a6TZg/s1600-h/March+2,+2008+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R91pPFuN9nI/AAAAAAAAAIo/U4qAZ1a6TZg/s320/March+2,+2008+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178410854500922994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were posing to show off all the snow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R91o-1uN9mI/AAAAAAAAAIg/6enaWL63dpM/s1600-h/March+2,+2008+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R91o-1uN9mI/AAAAAAAAAIg/6enaWL63dpM/s320/March+2,+2008+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178410575328048738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna hear last weeks schedule? Well, I'm going to tell you even if you don't. I have been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; busy.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Church, Mexico Meeting.&lt;br /&gt;Monday: School, Jazz/Modern 4:30-6, One Voice 6:30-8:30.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: School, Bible Study 6-7:30, Henry's house till curfew.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: School, Friends 5-8:30ish.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: School, Voice 3-3:45ish, Hip-Hop 4:30-6, Youth Group 6-8ish, Henry's house till curfew.&lt;br /&gt;Friday: School, sleep, Worship Team practice 6-8ish.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Selling tickets at Town Meeting for fundraiser 8:30-11:30, shopping with Michelle for dance classes, Henry's house with JC 2:30ish-3:30ish, One Voice practice 4-7:30ish, Michelle's pictures 7:45-9:30ish. SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;Today: Church, homework, Palm Sunday Service soundchecking 5ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who thinks I'm busy? I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, but it's amazing, because almost all that I do I am able to do with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll try to keep up better with this now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-951839178792703458?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/951839178792703458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=951839178792703458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/951839178792703458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/951839178792703458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2008/03/hectity-of-it-all.html' title='The Hectity of it all...'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R91oN1uN9lI/AAAAAAAAAIY/he3U-PkaMAA/s72-c/winter+carnival+%2708+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-3808749711589136504</id><published>2008-02-22T22:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:58:22.439-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sarah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caitlin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tabby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shannon'/><title type='text'>Tagged!</title><content type='html'>Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;(1) Link to the person that tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;(2) Post the rules on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;(3) Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;(4) Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;(5) Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six Non-important things/habits/quirks about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I can't sit still anywhere. I always move, either get up and walk around, stand just stand up, or shift positions in my chair constantly. In church this usually entails me sitting crosslegged at one point, then crossing my legs, then slouching... all while taking notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I love sunrises. If there is a gorgeous sunrise and I am driving, I will either pull over to stare or will crane my neck while driving in order to see it. Usually this causes me to drive quite slowly, annoying the people behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I absolutely adore driving. If you asked me to drive somewhere and gave me gas money, I would do it. It's so relaxing for me, and I love the time alone I can get, or the time to talk to someone that I can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I can't stand the feeling of something crawling on me. When I lay in the grass, I start to get these feelings that ants are crawling on me no matter if they are or not. This causes difficulty for me because I love to lay on the ground and stare at the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I talk to myself when I'm alone. Not badly, but sometimes I will narrate in my head what is going on when I'm driving, and sometimes it comes out of my mouth. This usually happens when a driver in front of me doesn't know how to drive and is going thirtyfive consistently through the fiftyfive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) One of my pet peeves is people complaining about things that are givens, and that can't be changed. Even though I complain quite constantly. If you knew what something was going to be like, and if there is no way to change it anyways, don't complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I can tag people somehow.&lt;br /&gt;So I tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tabbi.&lt;br /&gt;Diana.&lt;br /&gt;Caitlin.&lt;br /&gt;Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;Shannon.&lt;br /&gt;JC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-3808749711589136504?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3808749711589136504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=3808749711589136504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/3808749711589136504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/3808749711589136504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2008/02/tagged.html' title='Tagged!'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-3160490033656503676</id><published>2008-02-08T20:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:57:37.998-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth group'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='duncan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Would you go with me?</title><content type='html'>So I've been in love with my new music lately. Duncan gave me a bunch of cds full of music. It is wonderful. I love Anberlin, Edison Glass, Flyleaf, Attaboy, August Burns Red, ooohhh goodness. Way too many to speak of. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my History project. In case you have not heard me, or any number of other students in my junior class, complaining about this project, let me fill you in. This project has been going on since November 22. It's final date kept getting changed, along with what was expected of us. Let's just say, I was tired of it a month ago. However, it turned out to be fun today. A long day, but not as hard as we thought it was going to be. I think it all worked out well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, for any who have been at youth group or sunday school when I have asked for prayer for my cousin's mom, who was in a coma, here is an update. She is at home now, doing much better than was expected. It would probably be good to continue praying for her and her family though. Thank you for the prayers already given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a cold. I don't like it. I wish it would go away. uuurgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"All Around Me"&lt;br /&gt;Flyleaf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are searching for you&lt;br /&gt;My arms are outstretched towards you&lt;br /&gt;I feel you on my fingertips&lt;br /&gt;My tongue dances behind my lips for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fire rising through my being&lt;br /&gt;Burning I'm not used to seeing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm alive, I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel you all around me&lt;br /&gt;Thickening the air I'm breathing&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to what I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;Savoring this heart that's healing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands float up above me&lt;br /&gt;And you whisper you love me&lt;br /&gt;And I begin to fade&lt;br /&gt;Into our secret place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music makes me sway&lt;br /&gt;The angels singing say we are alone with you&lt;br /&gt;I am alone and they are too with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm alive, I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel you all around me&lt;br /&gt;Thickening the air I'm breathing&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to what I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;Savoring this heart that's healing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I cry&lt;br /&gt;The light is white&lt;br /&gt;And I see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel you all around me&lt;br /&gt;Thickening the air I'm breathing&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to what I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;Savoring this heart that's healing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand&lt;br /&gt;I give it to you&lt;br /&gt;Now you own me&lt;br /&gt;All I am&lt;br /&gt;You said you would never leave me&lt;br /&gt;I believe you&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel you all around me&lt;br /&gt;Thickening the air I'm breathing&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to what I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;Savoring this heart that's healed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-3160490033656503676?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3160490033656503676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=3160490033656503676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/3160490033656503676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/3160490033656503676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2008/02/would-you-go-with-me.html' title='Would you go with me?'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-5464342832482121023</id><published>2008-02-01T15:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:56:57.622-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth group'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='duncan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michelle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='savanah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gatito'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rachel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joel'/><title type='text'>Fully alive and she knows</title><content type='html'>An update perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the semester has ended today. Do you realize that that means that I only have three more semesters left of school before I graduate!? How creepy is that!? Quite so, quite so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have finally gotten the kitten that I have been hoping for since forever. His name is Gatito. And he is adorable. Simply adorable. Gatito means kitten in Spanish. Cute, huh? With my luck, he will probably turn out bigger than any of the cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R6OAABkYzLI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ZCuURRqdvSw/s1600-h/gatito%21%21+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R6OAABkYzLI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ZCuURRqdvSw/s320/gatito%21%21+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162110335806131378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R6N_yxkYzKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/_Vcnrs39XCQ/s1600-h/gatito%21%21+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R6N_yxkYzKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/_Vcnrs39XCQ/s320/gatito%21%21+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162110108172864674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R6N_shkYzJI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/BUl8Y_mXnfA/s1600-h/gatito%21%21+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R6N_shkYzJI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/BUl8Y_mXnfA/s320/gatito%21%21+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162110000798682258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R6N_mxkYzII/AAAAAAAAAHI/ix55bg6IYbc/s1600-h/gatito%21%21+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R6N_mxkYzII/AAAAAAAAAHI/ix55bg6IYbc/s320/gatito%21%21+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162109902014434434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had fairly stressful days these past two weeks, and now I have a massive project due in History on Tuesday. I'm sure it will all work out well, my partner Savanah and I both know what we're doing and all the information. Hopefully once this project is over I'll be less stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was youth group, and the premiere of LOST.&lt;br /&gt;There is actually a new youth group blog, go here: http://calvarybibleyouth.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;I wrote the blog for this week, every week will be a different person. I think it's going to be really good and cool. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, other than that, not much has gone on. Duncan left on Sunday, :(, but Rachel might be coming over to my house tomorrow!! And Josh said that I could go watch what I missed of LOST on his TV, he recorded it. Michelle and Joel will be home tonight, WOOT!! haha. I'm majorly excited. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-5464342832482121023?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5464342832482121023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=5464342832482121023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/5464342832482121023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/5464342832482121023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2008/02/fully-alive-and-she-knows.html' title='Fully alive and she knows'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R6OAABkYzLI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ZCuURRqdvSw/s72-c/gatito%21%21+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-221834557092793086</id><published>2008-01-19T11:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:55:49.547-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth group'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voice lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tabby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kristin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='duncan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends group'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rachel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art club'/><title type='text'>Ready to smile and love life :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R5U7Iz8MY1I/AAAAAAAAAGg/RPXCYZpyl5Q/s1600-h/tabby+and+me%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been a while. Twentyone days to be exact. Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure that since Kristin has figured out how to comment on my blog, I should probably blog once in a while so she will have something to comment on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been keeping myself busy. Art Club, Youth Group, Friends group, Voice lessons and all the homework and friends that I have to keep up with proves for a busy life indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't bore you with the details of everysinglelittlething. I'll just bore you with the highlights. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weekends ago, on Sunday, I went shopping with Rachel and Duncan down to the Concord Mall. It was amazingly amazing, and I got a new sweatshirt and a book by Frank Peretti(one of my favorite authors).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, my cousin Tabitha came down and stayed with us for the weekend. Saturday to Today. It was amazing. On Saturday we went to bed on time, so that we could get up for church. Sunday was Soup-er Sunday. We had a fund-raiser after church for the Missions Trip. It was a good day to bring Tabby, and she said she really liked our church. Afterwards, Duncan and Rachel came over so that Duncan could give me some music that I wanted. Well, it didn't work. He tried and tried, but the mp3 player just wouldn't work on my computer. It was quite bothersome. But he let me borrow the mp3 until Thursday, so that I could still listen to the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's really sad that Duncan is leaving for the year. But I think it is good as well, because it is where he feels God wants him. I just think it's sad, because I just started talking to him, and he is really cool. I like talking to him. But we can still talk while he is there, I just won't be able to see him as much. Luckily, Rachel isn't leaving. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really thankful for all my friends who have stuck by me, and all my new friends that God has given me. When it felt like everyone was leaving, they were still there at my side, and God provided those that he knew I would need. I hope that I can be there for them as well, and that I can help them the way they have helped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Duncan left, Tabby and I had a jolly time with the mp3. You see, this was no regular mp3. This was an mp3 with a voice recorder. We had much fun recording our voices, whether it was talking, singing, or just making random noises. Duncan's going to have some fun listening when he gets it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brought Tabby home today, and we both think she should come again, but next time for Thursday through Sunday. I think that that would be amazing. Absolutely amazing. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R5U7hj8MY4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/qCab1nI765k/s1600-h/tabby+and+me%21+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R5U7hj8MY4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/qCab1nI765k/s320/tabby+and+me%21+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158094395992204162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R5U7pT8MY5I/AAAAAAAAAHA/hMGWIfy9yxM/s1600-h/tabby+and+me%21+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R5U7pT8MY5I/AAAAAAAAAHA/hMGWIfy9yxM/s320/tabby+and+me%21+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158094529136190354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R5U7bj8MY3I/AAAAAAAAAGw/ucf_hvRMXbY/s1600-h/tabby+and+me%21+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R5U7bj8MY3I/AAAAAAAAAGw/ucf_hvRMXbY/s320/tabby+and+me%21+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158094292912989042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R5U7Sz8MY2I/AAAAAAAAAGo/x5Z4DVkg2dM/s1600-h/tabby+and+me%21+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R5U7Sz8MY2I/AAAAAAAAAGo/x5Z4DVkg2dM/s320/tabby+and+me%21+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158094142589133666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R5U7Iz8MY1I/AAAAAAAAAGg/RPXCYZpyl5Q/s1600-h/tabby+and+me%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R5U7Iz8MY1I/AAAAAAAAAGg/RPXCYZpyl5Q/s320/tabby+and+me%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158093970790441810" 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/1978998606456235437-221834557092793086?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/221834557092793086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=221834557092793086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/221834557092793086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/221834557092793086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2008/01/ready-to-smile-and-love-life-d.html' title='Ready to smile and love life :D'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R5U7hj8MY4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/qCab1nI765k/s72-c/tabby+and+me%21+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-2358243844156356574</id><published>2008-01-01T13:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:54:17.279-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zoe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='katie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sarah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michelle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lauren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joel'/><title type='text'>The long day is over...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R3qTfj8MY0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/lzBxWcPIGqM/s1600-h/KATIE.+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R3qSdz8MYxI/AAAAAAAAAGA/f7DNB2i4N8M/s320/KATIE.+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150590164708123410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R3qSQD8MYwI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Eu8p-tGWzOc/s1600-h/KATIE.+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R3qSQD8MYwI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Eu8p-tGWzOc/s400/KATIE.+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150589928484922114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Michelle and Joel and I made it home! We got home around seven on Saturday night, and then I had to leave right away and go to Sarah's house for a party. It ended up only Christi and I could go, but it was still amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, Teen Challenge came to speak at the church. They had amazing testimonies, and the thing that made the most sense to me, and that stuck out the most to me, was how many of them had gone to other people for help, but that only Teen Challenge had worked, because the others tried to get them to help themselves, but in Teen Challenge it was Jesus Christ who helped them recover.&lt;br /&gt;After church I went to the Village Perk with Michelle, Joel, Zoe, and her brother and sister-in-law. I like coffee... a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, New Year's Eve, I picked up Katie around three, then stopped at Wal*Mart and Payless on the way home. I was able to buy a Norah Jones cd, a pair of shoes, and a pair of slippers. Oh! and gum of course. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went down to Lauren's house at eight, and it was good. :) We played Apples to Apples all night. I felt like the Black Sheep. Everytime I won a round there were groans around the room. And I wasn't even winning! But they all said they still loved me! :D&lt;br /&gt;At midnight we watched the ball drop and jumped and screamed with our New Years Tophats that didn't fit on my head. So I had to wear a tiara. :D I didn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie and I headed home and talked until two, then fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had to drop her off! The roads were horrible on the way home. I went ten to fifteen under the speed limit the entire way. Argh. 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/R3qTfj8MY0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/lzBxWcPIGqM/s72-c/KATIE.+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-8568219951388147700</id><published>2007-12-29T12:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:52:44.282-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt Debby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='katie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncle Tom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tabby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Voice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shannon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michelle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kjell'/><title type='text'>Time flies when you're having fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a903.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/2/l_6a332064b8e07f133a5fb7c357c8fabe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://a903.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/2/l_6a332064b8e07f133a5fb7c357c8fabe.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, it has been a while hasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just been so busy, you can't even understand all the stuff I've been up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Voice was last weekend, on December 21 and 22. It was absolutely AMAZING. I smiled throughout the WHOLE concert!! Well... I may have let it slip a little during Jubilate Deo, but only because I had to concentrate so hard. But the concerts were amazing, I can hardly imagine how many lives we were able to touch and how many were affected by the message of Jesus Christ. The drama this year was incredible, the dancing was incredible, the whole program this year seemed so energized and BIG. My favorite part of the concerts has always been the meet and greet after the shows. I love seeing all the people come out and seeing their smiles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After One Voice was over, I was finally able to focus in on... you guessed it... Christmas! I still hadn't bought any presents by December 23! How behind was I!?&lt;br /&gt;So after church(during which I sang the special music), I stopped at the store and luckily was able to find the perfect gifts for my family. Then on Christmas Eve Day, my sister and I went to Wal*Mart in order to finish off whatever shopping we still needed to do. The Christmas Eve Service was that night, and that went well, I was able to say Merry Christmas to my friends and to say goodbye to some who were going to be traveling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan had arrived on Sunday night, and he stayed through Christmas. It was awesome to have my "brousin"(brother-cousin) as we call him, at home. Christmas morning we opened our presents at home, then headed to Uncle Tom and Aunt Debby's house. (They're Alan's parents). Tabby and Gabby were there, along with another family they had invited. After getting home that night, Joel and my grandparents came over so that Joel could open his presents from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a831.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_114ba93cb037d755507a55e541eb8f2e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://a831.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_114ba93cb037d755507a55e541eb8f2e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a352.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/81/l_ce7dfbe0b77d8526e0c2e846cadfa6a7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://a352.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/81/l_ce7dfbe0b77d8526e0c2e846cadfa6a7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a522.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/73/l_cdd6a86839bf45a53e21cc4392aa26f1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://a522.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/73/l_cdd6a86839bf45a53e21cc4392aa26f1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after Christmas was spent with JC, and then with JC, Shannon, Kjell, and Katie at the movie National Treasure 2. It was spectacular. I loved that movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, I accompanied my sister and Joel to Massachusetts, where I have been for the past two days. Yesterday and today I have spent the day at the Library of Lenox, which is where my sister works. It is an amazing library, and if you know me, you know my love of books and reading and LIBRARIES. It is absolutely gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight we are heading home... kind of sad, I like living alone with my sister, but also I am glad, it will be easier to be at home, and to see my friends. Although, I think I'd do quite fine as long as I had one person(Michelle) around consistently. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now you have an overview of my life since last Friday.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to keep these up, ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-8568219951388147700?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8568219951388147700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=8568219951388147700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/8568219951388147700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/8568219951388147700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2007/12/time-flies-when-youre-having-fun.html' title='Time flies when you&apos;re having fun!'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-2932428651779494792</id><published>2007-11-11T22:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:50:19.555-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='katie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth group'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yearbook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Voice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shannon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funspot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NHS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends group'/><title type='text'>Fun memories will last a lifetime...</title><content type='html'>especially with cameras around to record everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Christi's birthday party. It was so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;We hung out at her house, went crazy, roasted marshmallows... pretty much just had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/RzfFBtfWZ3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/KZ08bPMJF0M/s1600-h/l_1185ead73431f67b98eca3b2366b55d8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131786933593597810" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/RzfFBtfWZ3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/KZ08bPMJF0M/s320/l_1185ead73431f67b98eca3b2366b55d8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anything but average....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131786800449611602" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/RzfE59fWZ1I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/nvBszU_gUxA/s320/l_8f164d15ca37e7a4cf3d981b35d0d52c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was on fire and scared me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/RzfE9NfWZ2I/AAAAAAAAAFY/bSeavl0qBaI/s1600-h/l_78f1c424caaa45a3abcb55dbbf5ae5c4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131786856284186466" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/RzfE9NfWZ2I/AAAAAAAAAFY/bSeavl0qBaI/s320/l_78f1c424caaa45a3abcb55dbbf5ae5c4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/RzfE2tfWZ0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Qe5NwEtaWaQ/s1600-h/l_7ed246ddd336c0d27530bcd16ddb0d18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131786744615036738" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/RzfE2tfWZ0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Qe5NwEtaWaQ/s320/l_7ed246ddd336c0d27530bcd16ddb0d18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/RzfEvdfWZyI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Gad0ZINd5b4/s1600-h/l_4c3d357acdbbdca7207a7f2a2bbae815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131786620060985122" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/RzfEvdfWZyI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Gad0ZINd5b4/s320/l_4c3d357acdbbdca7207a7f2a2bbae815.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, we are amazing, and can jump and catch it on camera.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131786684485494578" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/RzfEzNfWZzI/AAAAAAAAAFA/gy1mX5Vrk8g/s320/l_7d0e20946a344f3927371f4f6aae4d0a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/RzfEsNfWZxI/AAAAAAAAAEw/WRNIbAJ0JV4/s1600-h/l_4bce4bcfc0ec5ca6b7c76108e99b953f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131786564226410258" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/RzfEsNfWZxI/AAAAAAAAAEw/WRNIbAJ0JV4/s320/l_4bce4bcfc0ec5ca6b7c76108e99b953f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have talent. :)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/RzfEotfWZwI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ElWREiMpZlc/s1600-h/l_1bf0ceafd4dfa2eb4259f8b8da22adaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131786504096868098" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/RzfEotfWZwI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ElWREiMpZlc/s320/l_1bf0ceafd4dfa2eb4259f8b8da22adaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Candid!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This week has been busy. One Voice is going well and everything that I'm learning in that. Friends is going amazingly well, we are getting so many kids out every week; it's just incredible. Youth group is going well, too. And this week we are going to the Turkey Lock-In. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I went to Funspot with Christi and Shannon, and there I saw Katie and Tim. I havn't seen Katie since Sandwich Fair. I jumped on her and screamed, and I think I scared Tim a little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yearbook has started again, oohhh goodness let the business begin. :)&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday we had an NHS dinner fundraiser; we raised over seven hundred dollars. Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much it... I might have a video to post if I can figure it out. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-2932428651779494792?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2932428651779494792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=2932428651779494792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/2932428651779494792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/2932428651779494792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2007/11/fun-memories-will-last-lifetime.html' title='Fun memories will last a lifetime...'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/RzfFBtfWZ3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/KZ08bPMJF0M/s72-c/l_1185ead73431f67b98eca3b2366b55d8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-3584123337121355990</id><published>2007-11-04T21:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:48:53.783-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth group'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Voice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dona Lynn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dorothy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='superbowl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Todd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rachel'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/Ry6BDp_2ccI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Mc5CE2KdhBs/s1600-h/Photo+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129178925434827202" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/Ry6BDp_2ccI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Mc5CE2KdhBs/s320/Photo+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/Ry6A_J_2cbI/AAAAAAAAAEY/EvOeAXLnl_k/s1600-h/Photo+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129178848125415858" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/Ry6A_J_2cbI/AAAAAAAAAEY/EvOeAXLnl_k/s320/Photo+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/Ry6A55_2caI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/F1RGZG7c6Ag/s1600-h/Photo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129178757931102626" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/Ry6A55_2caI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/F1RGZG7c6Ag/s320/Photo+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What do they expect us to do when the new laptops at the school have a camera on them?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehe... this was us writing essays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ACK! It's been a while again... sorry 'bout that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Superbowl was two Fridays ago. It was amazing, Portland Pirates won(of course), thousands of youth were there, many came to Christ, and many made commitments to tell their friends about their faith. THEN, we went to the bowling alley. It was so much fun, I was the cheerleader. Of course I played as well, but I love cheering for other people, so I cheered for Rachel every time she got a gutter ball. It was great that she came, I got to know her so much better, and she is amazingly funny and fun to hang out with. We are going to go bowling again sometime. :D Then we went to the open gym. At first I didn't know what I wanted to do, but then I hung out with Dorothy. She went on the mechanical bull they had there, I wasn't brave enough. Then we went through the obstacle course. Last time I went through it, sometime in seventh grade I think, I got stuck and they had to send one of my friends in to help me. This time I made it all the way through, although Dorothy did beat me. After that, we went and watched the indoor soccer game, Ethan, Jack, Josh, Craig and a few other people from the M.Y.G were playing. Then Dorothy went in. She did well. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday I went home and slept until two thirty, then I had to go to One Voice. I was so tired that I got dizzy when we started doing the hip hop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday, Dona Lynn asked me to be in the Jingle Bell Rock ensemble... Let me just say, everyone will be very surprised by that one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past Friday, two days ago, I had a trip to Boston with my Spanish class, along with the French and Latin classes. We went to the Museum of Fine Arts; I love art museums. I found one painting that I especially liked. It was "The Expulsion from the Garden of Eden." Just the amount of detail in the painting amazed me, you could look at it for days and still find new things in the painting that weren't there the last time you looked. Then we went to Quincy Market and I got some hot Corn Chowda' and went shopping. I didn't buy anything though. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday Mel took Sara and I and her mummy to get our nails done for her birthday. We got french manicures and Shara brought us sparkling cider. :) yummm. Then we went shopping and I bought an amazing hat. Then I had One Voice again. Last night we gained an hour of sleep. WOOT! And today I had church and the missions meeting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny moment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I drove Mark and Todd down from Sunday school, and as they were getting out, Todd said, "I'm surprised you can reach the pedals."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As he was taunting me, he hit his head on my car getting out. I thought it funny that he was trying to make fun of me, and in turn, I got to make fun of him. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please pray for me as I am trying to discover if God wants me to go to Mexico this year. Money is an issue, and I am going to need his guidance as to whether or not I should go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll try to be more up to date...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH YES! Halloween was this week too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129178547477705106" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/Ry6Atp_2cZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/-PXPWQ9f2aE/s320/black+lipstick+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-3584123337121355990?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3584123337121355990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=3584123337121355990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/3584123337121355990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/3584123337121355990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-do-they-expect-us-to-do-when-new.html' title=''/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/Ry6BDp_2ccI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Mc5CE2KdhBs/s72-c/Photo+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-4423638124921645914</id><published>2007-10-22T17:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:46:27.588-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Britt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth group'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice cream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Voice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art club'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lauren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><title type='text'>Birthday week, for me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this past week was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;insane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It was my birthday on Tuesday, and I am now officially seventeen. My family party was Tuesday night, and so my mom's family came. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Wednesday I had voice and Friends. It was a normal night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Thursday I had ArtClub and Youth Group. I got to hang out with Sarah for the entire Art Club, it was fun. At the end we had lots of fun with the cameras on the school's new laptops. I wish I could have gotten those pictures. humph. At youth group we had our prize from last week... ICE CREAM SUNDAES! I was one of the losing team, so I helped served. Then I had a scoop of each, minus three of the flavors that I didn't like. They even had the hard shell chocolate! I was soooo happy. Afterwards we went downstairs and played another game of Pictionary. I was captain again, and we lost again. I think maybe my teams will always lose, although we seem to have a lot of fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday was the day of my party! You have no idea how excited I was. All week I had been looking forward to it, and now the weather was telling me that it was going to rain! Well, we couldn't have that could we? It was supposed to be an outside party!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it did rain. But instead of waiting for the rain date like my mom was hoping, everyone showed up on Friday night. We had TWENTY people in my tiny little living room. Everyone was insane. If you havn't met my friends, you really have no idea what this party was like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll try to explain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so we have my tiny little living room. We have twenty people in it. No one would leave the room, even though my bedroom was open to go to; we all wanted to be together. So everyone was sitting around the room in the chairs and couches, crammed in there like sardines in a can. And there was a little open area of floor space, probably three feet by three feet. Henry comes up to me, "want to have a dance contest melissa?" So of course I obliged him with my miraculous dance skills(of which I have none). Basically I just went crazy and twirled around and such. Everyone laughed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Henry and Justin thought it would be funny to lift me up into the air and scare me. I had to get special treatment, you know; it was my birthday party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then later on we played tag in the rain. It was so fun, and I had an amazing time. This was by far my most favorite birthday party ever; it was amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124281776996787106" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/Rx0bIGbmo6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/13Bii-fYfxc/s320/birthday%21+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124282455601619890" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/Rx0bvmbmo7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vEtPbzEiISA/s320/birthday%21+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124282691824821186" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/Rx0b9Wbmo8I/AAAAAAAAADg/Rb5lwpbmGRQ/s320/birthday%21+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124282812083905490" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/Rx0cEWbmo9I/AAAAAAAAADo/1ESedgTp06c/s320/birthday%21+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124282958112793570" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/Rx0cM2bmo-I/AAAAAAAAADw/f61vNOiFU7Y/s320/birthday%21+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124283336069915634" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/Rx0ci2bmo_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/z3JqV8dzX84/s320/birthday%21+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124283563703182338" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/Rx0cwGbmpAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7je5qY7EhFs/s320/birthday%21+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday I had PSATs. Those went well. Then I went to the Bagel Shop with Catie, Britt, JC, Lauren and JB. After that, Mel and I headed to Meredith to the book store to spend my gift certificates. I am proud to say that I spent $50 in one day at the book store. I love the book store. I had One Voice afterward. I LOVE HIP-HOP. I can't dance, but I love the dance we are doing, everyone should come to the One Voice concert. It's going to be amazing. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday I had church, then I came home to relax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I had school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was my week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-4423638124921645914?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4423638124921645914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=4423638124921645914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/4423638124921645914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/4423638124921645914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2007/10/birthday-week-for-me.html' title='Birthday week, for me!'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/Rx0bIGbmo6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/13Bii-fYfxc/s72-c/birthday%21+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-8076231869955053788</id><published>2007-10-19T15:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:44:05.270-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I havn't written because I am so INSANELY busy lately. Hopefully there'll be some down time soon in which I can tell a little more, but at this present moment, I need to clean my room and bathroom for my birthday party that starts in one hour and thirty nine minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-8076231869955053788?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8076231869955053788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=8076231869955053788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/8076231869955053788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/8076231869955053788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-havnt-written-because-i-am-so.html' title=''/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-5128260729397455317</id><published>2007-10-15T15:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:43:15.104-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michelle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joel'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So this weekend I went to visit Michelle and Joel down in Mass. I stayed in her dorm. :)&lt;br /&gt;It was a lot of fun. I got to meet some of her friends, and see her town.&lt;br /&gt;But when we left, I was really sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is like a rollercoaster of change right now.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's changing on me, it seems like I'm the only one staying the same. My whole life is changing. Michelle is in college, and she's going to be married next summer. How scary is that? I can still remember thinking about my future back in the eighth grade and being scared out of my mind thinking about the days that Michelle would graduate and move out to go to college. Well, those days are here, and she's moving faster than I even imagined back then. I didn't expect my sister to get married right after highschool and one year of college!!!&lt;br /&gt;Friendships are changing, I'm turning seventeen tomorrow. My oh my, I'm getting old. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm not really in the mood to write much, but there will be more pictures soon, :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll have more to say next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-5128260729397455317?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5128260729397455317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=5128260729397455317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/5128260729397455317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/5128260729397455317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-this-weekend-i-went-to-visit.html' title=''/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-4048982473872739538</id><published>2007-10-11T21:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:42:45.554-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth group'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shannon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends group'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art club'/><title type='text'>Third Blog and counting!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had FRIENDS. It was amazing. It was the first night, and I already am in love with my kids. They are marvelous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had school, and afterwards I had Art Club. For those of you who don't know, Thursdays are my favorite day. I have Art Club and Youth Group. My two favorite things. Throughout Art Club, I joined a cult(kidding kidding, it was the "duct tape on your right pant leg" cult) and fought against people who believed in evolution. Yes, I actually did that. One of the girls was surveying us for a science project, and I was one of four out of twenty who did not believe in Evolution. She thought I was strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Art Club I dropped Shannon off at her house then headed to Youth Group(even though I told her she needed to go to Youth Group soon). Youth Group was so much fun. We played on Josh's Wii for a little while, then we came downstairs and played some games. Three to be exact. The first game wasn't the most interesting, but the second game was Pictionary. At that point my team(Team 2 PEACE!) had lost both games. So Josh said that the last game would determine winner. We played Rock, Paper, Scissors. Best 2 out of 3, and we had to get 21 points. Although my team did lose at this game as well, we definately had the best team spirit, and it was amazing. There were four new people there tonight, and I hope they had fun. I know I liked them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, I had a wonderful day, and now I think that I should go study for my Science Test. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-4048982473872739538?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4048982473872739538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=4048982473872739538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/4048982473872739538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/4048982473872739538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2007/10/third-blog-and-counting.html' title='Third Blog and counting!'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-7970319602634533770</id><published>2007-10-09T16:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:41:51.272-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solitaire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michelle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joel'/><title type='text'>Another day gone by...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So today is not quite over yet, but I highly doubt that anything big will happen before I go to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So today I was busy getting things done. I'm actually not too great at that. With my newly discovered solitaire addiction, I can't seem to sit at the computer for more than half an hour without playing. Writing my two mini-essays was a hassle to say the least. But I got them done. I also am almost finished with my science, and I got my shopping and laundry done. I havn't practiced voice or bass yet, but I will. Don't worry. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;JB called me this morning, and we had a nice chat. :) Then while I was at the store, Tim, who went to my school in fifth and sixth grade, was my cashier! So I got to ask him how he was, and that was pretty much the extent of our conversation. After that I took a quick stop at the bookstore, I mean, seriously. How could I resist?! I had sixty dollars burning a hole in my pocket!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So tomorrow I am going to begin watching what I eat... slightly. I know it won't go well, I don't have a good resistance to the cravings for junk food. I love junk food. OH! If you want to know what my favorite candy is, it is Mounds Bars. AHH!! I love them... coconut with dark chocolate coating... ahhh... ok. I'm going to stop thinking about them now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well I forgot to mention that Michelle and Joel came up this weekend. They arrived on Friday and left last night. Next weekend(the one coming up) my family is going to go down there to visit them, and I'm going to stay in Michelle's dorm. I'm excited but not at the same time. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well there's not much more for me to say other than that all in all it was a very relaxing day. I really feel like I want a hug from a friend right now, but I suppose I'll have to wait until tomorrow at school, right? Right. And that's ok. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't resist. I love pictures. :D And by the way, the reason why so many are black and white is because my mom gave me black and white film on mistake. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119445368943584066" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/RwvscGbmo0I/AAAAAAAAACc/DyTa7Qv-y8Q/s320/816886-R1-08-8_009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is Sarah. :) She's amazing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/RwvtYGbmo5I/AAAAAAAAADE/jIsiwf5GAM8/s1600-h/136421-R1-03-22_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119446399735735186" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/RwvtYGbmo5I/AAAAAAAAADE/jIsiwf5GAM8/s320/136421-R1-03-22_004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And this is the other Sara. She is also amazing. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/RwvtTmbmo4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/foLTRdHSZxo/s1600-h/136421-R1-01-24_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119446322426323842" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/RwvtTmbmo4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/foLTRdHSZxo/s320/136421-R1-01-24_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Mel and the baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/RwvtFGbmo3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/MOcYeyQHIXw/s1600-h/816886-R1-09-9_010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119446073318220658" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/RwvtFGbmo3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/MOcYeyQHIXw/s320/816886-R1-09-9_010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is another Sarah. She is new this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/Rwvs5Gbmo2I/AAAAAAAAACs/Kvpvey1z7ls/s1600-h/816886-R1-11-11_012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119445867159790434" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/Rwvs5Gbmo2I/AAAAAAAAACs/Kvpvey1z7ls/s320/816886-R1-11-11_012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think he looks scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/Rwvss2bmo1I/AAAAAAAAACk/6YBd7-SAIxE/s1600-h/816886-R1-06-6_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119445656706392914" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/Rwvss2bmo1I/AAAAAAAAACk/6YBd7-SAIxE/s320/816886-R1-06-6_007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is Caitlyn. She is the coolest ninth grader out there. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-7970319602634533770?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7970319602634533770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=7970319602634533770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/7970319602634533770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/7970319602634533770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2007/10/another-day-gone-by.html' title='Another day gone by...'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/RwvscGbmo0I/AAAAAAAAACc/DyTa7Qv-y8Q/s72-c/816886-R1-08-8_009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978998606456235437.post-3343974302761736168</id><published>2007-10-08T20:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T21:19:56.381-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='columbus day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sandwich fair'/><title type='text'>The Fair!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today was the last day of the Sandwich Fair. The fair is pretty much the highlight of my October, I love being able to go there with my friends and my family, see millions of people that I know, and go on rides and eat delicious food! Ahhh! The food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't eat all that much at the fair, I usually feel sick from the rides most of the time I'm there. This year I only bought one fried dough, one small french fries, and some apple crisp. mmmm. The apple crisp was delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thank God for all the amazing friends that I have as well. I was wandering around, alone, because Katie, who I was supposed to be with, couldn't come. Luckily, my friends watch out for me and stick to me like glue once they do find me. At one point, however, I did want to be alone. And lucky for me, Max understood, and let me be a loner. If you didn't know, I do have a loner side to me. I like to walk around on my own, because... well, I'm not too sure why I like to. I just do. It lets me think, and it lets me be me and go and do where and what I want to go and do. That's why my friends are so amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119139812085244642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/RwrWiWbmouI/AAAAAAAAABU/r6632qyNK54/s320/daddys+jacket+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119139416948253394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/RwrWLWbmotI/AAAAAAAAABM/c7-jeoGhHhc/s320/136421-R1-05-20_006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/RwrV5mbmosI/AAAAAAAAABE/d6m7OKCbbKI/s1600-h/l_8eaed19107f64b78af976e8c05eb4362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119139112005575362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/RwrV5mbmosI/AAAAAAAAABE/d6m7OKCbbKI/s320/l_8eaed19107f64b78af976e8c05eb4362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/RwrVtWbmorI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZwL7cVVMaw/s1600-h/136421-R1-09-16_010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119138901552177842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/RwrVtWbmorI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZwL7cVVMaw/s320/136421-R1-09-16_010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/RwrVi2bmoqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_8iUIQavq7I/s1600-h/816886-R1-13-13_014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119138721163551394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/RwrVi2bmoqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_8iUIQavq7I/s320/816886-R1-13-13_014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/RwrVV2bmopI/AAAAAAAAAAs/huk_n_TszKQ/s1600-h/816886-R1-20-20_021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119138497825251986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/RwrVV2bmopI/AAAAAAAAAAs/huk_n_TszKQ/s320/816886-R1-20-20_021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/RwrVL2bmooI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NzgCLcfDHHA/s1600-h/816886-R1-07-7_008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119138326026560130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/RwrVL2bmooI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NzgCLcfDHHA/s320/816886-R1-07-7_008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/RwrUMmbmolI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3EI3stHnyYM/s1600-h/816886-R1-04-4_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119137239399834194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/RwrUMmbmolI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3EI3stHnyYM/s320/816886-R1-04-4_005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119137578702250594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/RwrUgWbmomI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mZFelXDsjrA/s320/816886-R1-01-1_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that blogs are posted on the Internet, and that any of my friends and family could read this at any time. But I would really like to feel free to write out some of my thoughts on this thing. Sometimes I find out things about my life and myself through prayer. And I want to be able to write that, so I probably will as I go along. I also don't know how long this blog will last. My blogs never seem to make it. I think I just get too caught up in my life, and why wouldn't I? I have a busy life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend I worked Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. As a result, I only went to the fair yesterday and today. I was so upset, because I really wanted to go Friday night. Friday nights are the best night of the week. But I also love my job. And it was my last weekend to work. Now I'm going to have to find a way to get money for gas and insurance. Yuck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My birthday is next week! In a week from tomorrow I will officially be seventeen! Woot! haha... I don't know why birthdays are always so exciting to me, they just are. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow I have off as well, and I have a lot to get done. I have two mini-essays to write, I have a science worksheet to finish, I need to practice for voice, I need to practice my bass, I need to do my laundry, and I need to go shopping(grocery). I made a to-do list. I think I'll be able to get everything done. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978998606456235437-3343974302761736168?l=freckleeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3343974302761736168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978998606456235437&amp;postID=3343974302761736168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/3343974302761736168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978998606456235437/posts/default/3343974302761736168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckleeyes.blogspot.com/2007/10/fair.html' title='The Fair!'/><author><name>liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297888348630089413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yq8lBQSZc4/TW3PWB5_cEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CfI2lTkp-M4/s220/meee%2B0062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYcMeCz23ng/RwrWiWbmouI/AAAAAAAAABU/r6632qyNK54/s72-c/daddys+jacket+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
