<?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-6358193</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:37:57.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road Not Taken</title><subtitle type='html'>"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the road less travelled by, and that has made all the difference."
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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/Gw7gNf_9njs/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gw7gNf_9njs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gw7gNf_9njs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good-bye Earl- The Dixie Chicks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/fOUOH7KuyAs/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fOUOH7KuyAs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fOUOH7KuyAs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear Hometown-Great Big Sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Now a red solo cup is the best receptacle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_2" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;For barbecues tailgates fairs and festivals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_3" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;And you sir do not have a pair of testicles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_4" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;If you prefer drinking from glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;" /&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_5" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;A red solo cup is cheap and disposable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_6" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;And in 14 years they are decomposable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_7" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;And unlike my home they are not foreclosable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_8" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Freddie-Mac can kiss my ass woo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;" /&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_9" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Red solo cup I fill you up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_10" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Lets have a party lets have a party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_11" style="background-color: white; 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padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Proceed to party proceed to party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;" /&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_13" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Now I really love how you're easy to stack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_14" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;But I really hate how you're easy to crack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_15" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Cuz when beer runs down the front of my back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_16" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Well that my friends is quite yucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;" /&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_17" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;But I have to admit the ladies get smitten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_18" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Admiring how sharply my first name is written&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_19" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;On you with a sharpie when I get to hittin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_20" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;on them to help me get lucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_21" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #888888; font-size: 0.75em; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/red-solo-cup-lyrics-toby-keith.html ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;" /&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_22" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Red solo cup I fill you up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_23" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Lets have a party lets have a party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_24" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I love you red solo cup I lift you up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_25" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Proceed to party proceed to party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;" /&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_26" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Now I've seen you in blue and I've seen you in yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_27" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;But only you in red will do for this fellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_28" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Cuz you are the Abbot to my Costello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_29" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;And you are the fruit to my loom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;" /&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_30" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Red solo cup your more than just plastic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_31" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;You're more than amazing you're more than fantastic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_32" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;And believe me when i'm not the least bit sarcastic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_33" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;when i look at you and say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;" /&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_34" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;"Red solo cup, your not just a cup. You're my, you're my friend. (life long) Thank you, for being my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;" /&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_35" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Red solo cup I fill you up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_36" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Lets have a party lets have a party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_37" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I love you red solo cup I lift you up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_38" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Proceed to party proceed to party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/BKZqGJONH68/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BKZqGJONH68&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BKZqGJONH68&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_39" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Repeat chorus 3 times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-4589013809875208293?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/4589013809875208293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/4589013809875208293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#4589013809875208293' title='Song of the day!'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-425561098925005317</id><published>2007-04-23T18:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T18:25:27.897-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How Life should be...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it feels like this world is spinning faster than it did in the old days. So naturally, we have more natural disasters from the strain of a fast pace. Sunday was a day of rest; now, it’s one more day for progress and we can’t slow down ‘cause more is best. It’s all an endless process!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I miss Mayberry! Sitting on the porch drinking ice-cold cherry coke. Where everything is black and white.  Picking on a six string where people pass by and you call them by their first name. Watching the clouds roll by Bye, bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I can hear this old earth shouting through the trees as the wind blows. That’s when I climb up here on this mountain to look through God’s window. Now I can’t fly but I got two feet that get me high up here above the noise and city streets. My worries disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I dream I’m driving down an old dirt road not even listed on a map I pass a dad and son carrying a fishing pole but I always wake up every time I try to turn back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mayberry-Rascal Flatts 2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-425561098925005317?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/425561098925005317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/425561098925005317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#425561098925005317' title='How Life should be...'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-5660890612455871293</id><published>2007-03-27T21:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T21:16:28.114-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another update...</title><content type='html'>Okay, seriously...I say that I am going to write more often...but I am a liar...so, that should tell you something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~This past month has been crazy crazy crazy!!! Wow...I don't think I ever stopped moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~My cousin died yesterday...actually it is my mother's cousin's son...but still...we just to hang out all the time when his family came to the cottage in the summer...He lived in California with his parents and sister.  He was only 13 years old.  It was luekemia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Andrew and Wendy had their Stag and Doe this past weekend...it was awesome...so much fun.  Seriously...I laughed so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~My sister and Rob came to visit me a few weeks ago...she has a little baby belly...so cute in her maturnity clothes...awww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~My parents were in Florida visiting the grandparents...so were my brother and Christine....not me though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~OSAP sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I fell down a few weeks ago and strained my wrist and bruised my knee...not a fun experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I have discovered "FACEBOOK"  I recommend it to everyone...I love love LOVE it!  I have reconnected with so many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Boo taxes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I got a kilt..I pick it up on Saturday in Barrie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~It was picture day at work today...yippee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all...see you in a month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-5660890612455871293?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/5660890612455871293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/5660890612455871293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#5660890612455871293' title='Another update...'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-750006945545553314</id><published>2007-02-21T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T19:16:04.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh me... oh my...</title><content type='html'>Sorry folks for the lack of posting happening on my site...I have no excuses really..I am just lazy and have not felt like posting...plus I have discovered Facebook which takes up some of my time and a husband that takes up most of my time...But a sincere apology to you all.  Now, moving on to an update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Still working for the YWCA in Cambridge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Still married to Graham...we have made it 4 months now!  Yay us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~My sister is pregnant and is due the end of August...yay Jen and Rob!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I got a kilt for V-day this year, so very excited...I will wear it to all the games...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~My brother-in-law is getting married in June...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Violet and Chris are getting married in July..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ummm...that is all that is new right now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-750006945545553314?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/750006945545553314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/750006945545553314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#750006945545553314' title='Oh me... oh my...'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-6533783530996991136</id><published>2007-01-06T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T10:55:44.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Oh wow, it has certainly been a long time since my last post...but do not fear my readers, I am still here...busier than ever, but still here...this is going to be an update as to what has been happening in the past few months since I posted:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~As you all know, I got married back in October, I posted about that, we are living in Cambridge in a little apartment by the river. It is perfect for us...we might not have that much furniture and such, but I had a Christmas tree...so I was estatic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~An acquaintance of ours died in early December. Her name was Shelly Emmott (Paterson). We knew her from encounter and BCOQ events and through Craig. She was in a car accident on her way to work and died on the scene. She was only 29, recently married (2003). It was heartbreaking. At her funeral there was well over 500 people. I cried a whole lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~I work for the YWCA here in Cambridge, we were lucky enough to close for the entire week between Christmas and New Years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Christmas was hectic...we went everywhere this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Christmas Eve, we went to Mum and Steve Pinney's...we ate fondue, went to church and hot tubbed...Andrew/Wendy, Ross/Ainsley came the next day where we took a family photo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1tueZTLqlk/RZ_GWratHOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/P5UUNS-Httk/s1600-h/pinneyfamilyphoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016946602828176610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1tueZTLqlk/RZ_GWratHOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/P5UUNS-Httk/s320/pinneyfamilyphoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Christmas Day we went to Mom and Daddy West's house for dinner with the whole gang Jen/Rob and Jon/Christine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Boxing Day we stopped by Dad and Liz's place for half and hour to drop off a present...we left just as Andrew, Wendy, Ross and Ainsley arrived. From there we had to make an appearance at my Grandma West's place for Christmas dinner, where the entire West Clan was there...we had some fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Then we got to come home...yay!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~My sister Jen and her husband Rob announce that they were going to have a baby in August! I am so excited, I am going to be an AUNT!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~On December 30th, Graham, Ames and I went to Niagara Falls for the day, we hit the outlet stores, some wax museums and Ripley's before heading down to the falls for fireworks and Christmas lights...I was a little disappointed by the Christmas lights, they were no way as impressive as I was lead to believe...maybe it would have been better if there was some snow...hmm... Then we hit the Hersey Chocolate store before buying me the biggest Coca-Cola we could find.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~New Years Eve was spent just the two of us this year, we watched the ball drop and drank champagne (oh...sparkling wine)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Now I have been back at work for a few days, back to being tired. Graham is back at school part-time. He is at Mac taking his MDiv. and working full time still! Yikes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~That is a basic outline of my life at the moment...I need to go now and convince my husband to come to Ikea with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-6533783530996991136?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/6533783530996991136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/6533783530996991136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#6533783530996991136' title=''/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1tueZTLqlk/RZ_GWratHOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/P5UUNS-Httk/s72-c/pinneyfamilyphoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-116416505783586828</id><published>2006-11-21T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T22:10:57.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Wooden Crosses...</title><content type='html'>A farmer and a teacher&lt;br /&gt;A hooker and a preacher&lt;br /&gt;Riding on a midnight bus&lt;br /&gt;Bound for Mexico&lt;br /&gt;One was headed for vacation&lt;br /&gt;One for higher education&lt;br /&gt;And two of them were searchin' for lost souls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That driver never ever saw the stop sign&lt;br /&gt;And 18 wheelers can't stop on a dime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway&lt;br /&gt;Why there's not four of them heaven only knows&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's not what you take&lt;br /&gt;When you leave this world behind you&lt;br /&gt;It's what you leave behind you when you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That farmer left a harvest&lt;br /&gt;A home and 80 acres&lt;br /&gt;The faith and love for growing things&lt;br /&gt;In his young son's heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that teacher left her wisdom&lt;br /&gt;In the minds of lots of children&lt;br /&gt;Did her best to give 'em all&lt;br /&gt;A better start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that preacher whispered&lt;br /&gt;"Can't you see the promised land?"&lt;br /&gt;As he lay his blood stained Bible&lt;br /&gt;In that hooker's hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway&lt;br /&gt;Why there's not four of them heaven only knows&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's not what you take&lt;br /&gt;When you leave this world behind you&lt;br /&gt;It's what you leave behind you when you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the story that our preacher told last Sunday&lt;br /&gt;As he held that blood stained Bible up&lt;br /&gt;For all of us to see&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Bless the farmer&lt;br /&gt;And the teacher&lt;br /&gt;And the preacher&lt;br /&gt;Who gave this Bible to my momma&lt;br /&gt;Who read it to me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway&lt;br /&gt;Why there's not four of them now I guess we know&lt;br /&gt;It's not what you take&lt;br /&gt;When you leave this world behind you&lt;br /&gt;It's what you leave behind you when you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-116416505783586828?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/116416505783586828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/116416505783586828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116416505783586828' title='Three Wooden Crosses...'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-116382192312525312</id><published>2006-11-17T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T22:52:03.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Nine Names</title><content type='html'>1.YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet &amp; color of underwear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fluffy Blue (Please, I am a serious artist...don't laugh)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (fav ice cream flavor, favorite cookie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Neopolitan Double Chocolate (pretty sure I would be the first killed)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. YOUR "FLY Guy/Girl" NAME: (first initial of first name, first three letters of your last name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J-War (now that is hot)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME:(fav color and fav animal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pink Frog (I will solve crime and look cute doing it)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meghan Petrolia (yes, thats my name)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name, last 3 letters of mom's maiden name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warjedeg (I can't even pronounce that)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. SUPERHERO NAME: (2nd favorite color, favorite drink )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Green Apple Cider (Wow, that is awesome)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. NASCAR NAME: (the first names of your grandfathers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thomas James (not a race car driver thank God)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mother &amp; father's middle name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lee John Charles (I hope I never witness a crime and have to go under)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now it is your turn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-116382192312525312?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/116382192312525312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/116382192312525312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116382192312525312' title='My Nine Names'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-116127667877166267</id><published>2006-10-19T12:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T12:51:18.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got Married</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3758/331/1600/100_2135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3758/331/320/100_2135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3758/331/1600/100_2134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3758/331/320/100_2134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3758/331/1600/100_2120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3758/331/320/100_2120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got married two weeks ago! Yep, I sure did. It was an absolutely beautiful day, the weather was warm, the leaves were colourful and most of our friends and families were able to make it out. So I am now officially Mrs. Graham Ware...how cool is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-116127667877166267?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/116127667877166267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/116127667877166267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116127667877166267' title='I Got Married'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-115994057707541671</id><published>2006-10-04T01:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T01:42:57.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WEDDING!!!!</title><content type='html'>I AM GETTING MARRIED ON SATURDAY!!!!  YAY!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-115994057707541671?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/115994057707541671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/115994057707541671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115994057707541671' title='WEDDING!!!!'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-115777821672222028</id><published>2006-09-09T01:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T01:05:21.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rent</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="MIN-HEIGHT: 250px; WIDTH: 300px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(216,233,237); TEXT-ALIGN: center; _height: 250px"&gt;&lt;div style="BACKGROUND: rgb(129,172,201); HEIGHT: 4px"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left" height="4" hspace="0" src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner1.gif" /&gt; &lt;img style="FLOAT: right" height="4" hspace="0" src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner2.gif" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0pt; PADDING-LEFT: 0pt; BACKGROUND: rgb(129,172,201); PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-TOP: 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which Character from RENT are you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(216,233,237); TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/V/VI/VIX/VixenRiku/1140717722_ENTCollins.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're" Collins! you will do anything for you friends. Very emotional you're not afraid to cry. you can be so attached to someone that when they're gone your compleatly torn. You can be seen as very odd at times because of your actions but you don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-115777821672222028?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/115777821672222028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/115777821672222028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115777821672222028' title='Rent'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-115599280637922931</id><published>2006-08-19T09:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T09:10:37.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The countdown</title><content type='html'>I tried to make this countdown thing for my site, but it did not work out, so here it is instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;0 years, 1 month, 18 days, 14 hours, 55 minutes, 56 seconds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of right this second&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-115599280637922931?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/115599280637922931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/115599280637922931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115599280637922931' title='The countdown'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-115460382495261620</id><published>2006-08-03T07:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T07:17:04.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not surprised</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/ft_nq.php?im"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nerdtests.com/images/ft/nq.php?val=5726" alt="I am nerdier than 75% of all people. Are you nerdier? Click here to find out!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-115460382495261620?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/115460382495261620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/115460382495261620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115460382495261620' title='Not surprised'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-115405911206396016</id><published>2006-07-27T23:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T23:58:32.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PICTURES!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3758/331/1600/Graham%2C%20me%20and%20dylan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3758/331/320/Graham%2C%20me%20and%20dylan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Graham and Me with Dylan MacKay from Beverly Hills 90210&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3758/331/1600/dylan%20and%20my%20ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3758/331/320/dylan%20and%20my%20ring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my ring, is it not beautiful? Oh and Dylan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3758/331/1600/april%2Cames%20and%20me%20with%20dylan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 349px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="216" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3758/331/320/april%2Cames%20and%20me%20with%20dylan.jpg" width="367" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Amy and April and Me and Dylan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-115405911206396016?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/115405911206396016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/115405911206396016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115405911206396016' title='PICTURES!!!!'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-115394905335994951</id><published>2006-07-26T17:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T17:24:13.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not Dead</title><content type='html'>Hi All, I am not dead, just lazy and busy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting married in 10 and a half weeks...my math is off from last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to play with my dress today and to take pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have broncitis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not dead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-115394905335994951?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/115394905335994951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/115394905335994951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115394905335994951' title='I&apos;m not Dead'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-115250153312458785</id><published>2006-07-09T23:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T23:18:53.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another update</title><content type='html'>~I had pink eye this week...working with children, you get all sorts of sicknesses...but the doctor put me on some eye drops which contained Sulpha...which I am allergic to, so now my eye is a yucky yucky mess...and I am not impressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~11 weeks and 5 days until the wedding...and still have so much to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Italy won the world cup much to my dismay...I will never hear the end of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~There is a concert on the 21st in Cambridge that I really want to go see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I finally got around to cleaning my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I now know why I am not penicostal...yikes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~my friend Lynn was in a car accident on Canada Day, it was really bad but God pulled her through, thanks for all the prayer...now I must ask that you pray for the children (11 and 6) they were in the car as well, and are really shaken up and hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~For those who don't know what happened, they were hit while going through a green light by someone running the red and the car was struck just behind the passenger back down and it sent them spinning into a metal light pole.  Not good, so please pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~The 11 year old was supposed to go up to camp today, but that is not going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~That is all I got for now, I am tired and need a sleep.  Will check back again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;Jenelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-115250153312458785?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/115250153312458785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/115250153312458785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115250153312458785' title='Another update'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-115162058531272086</id><published>2006-06-29T18:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T18:36:25.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update...</title><content type='html'>~I am not dead, just very busy...in fact insanely busy would be a better statement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I am getting married on October 7, 2006...that is roughly 13 weeks away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Planning the wedding is starting to suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Stupid reception halls...but I am not bitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~World Cup is still going on, some teams have won, some have lost...don't ask who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~A parent at work told me that I looked natural with a baby in my arms...I don't know how to take that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I would really like to quit my job now...I am starting to hate it there with a burning passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I feel like I am in jail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~The tree in front of the daycare almost caught fire today when lightning hit it...kinda scary...the windows shook...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I got my wedding dress a few weeks ago...if you wanna see a picture, let me know, I can email it to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Who agrees that the wedding should be what GRAHAM and ME want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~The mono is all gone...but my spleen still hates me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am done now, I need a nap&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-115162058531272086?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/115162058531272086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/115162058531272086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115162058531272086' title='Update...'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-115042683711504741</id><published>2006-06-15T22:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T23:00:37.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This was funny...</title><content type='html'>1)Take the lyrics from your favorite song.&lt;br /&gt;2) Go to Google translation and translate the lyrics from English into German&lt;br /&gt;3) Take the new german lyrics and translate them into French&lt;br /&gt;4) Take the new french lyrics and translate them into English.&lt;br /&gt;5) Post the NEW English lyrics and ask your friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper Bag Princess--Hello Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He not to raise Elizabeth, Drawbridgeliebling. &lt;br /&gt;I awaited a long-term somebody like you.  &lt;br /&gt;For somebody to want you.  &lt;br /&gt;You are dissimulated behind your insecurity.  &lt;br /&gt;The bag of paper around your size and mud after your face the place on you. &lt;br /&gt;But I love you still.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cause which I am in my tin preparation sheet,&lt;br /&gt; my memory of dollar blade extended by your side is.  &lt;br /&gt;And Ronald of it your heart fallows, like him called you terribly?  &lt;br /&gt;And then I to hold you arm?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He I satisfy Elizabeth a rural boy of school.  &lt;br /&gt;But I waited until your hand or something of the m7oney thing holds in the long run. &lt;br /&gt;I am not a soldier and myself am a king,&lt;br /&gt;but I can play Mittelguitarre and you can with me of almost all speak without me to ensure.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cause which I am in my tin preparation sheet,&lt;br /&gt;my memory of dollar blade extended by your side is. &lt;br /&gt;And Ronald of it your heart fallows, like him called you terribly?  &lt;br /&gt;And then I to hold you arm?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does not think of the He Elizabeth which I am okayursache&lt;br /&gt;that I problems precisely have that you, but I am finely. &lt;br /&gt;You are a cause my. &lt;br /&gt;When we place in top our faith in a God it protects us to them two,&lt;br /&gt;it holds and strong us, as long as we have loves.  &lt;br /&gt;And we have loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Elizabeth think I the Cause I' ve OK that don' t problem like just got you, I drank fine.  Cause you acres mines.  The Yew we could our faith into God above, Then He wants the protect the both United States, and He' ll keep the United States strong long As have we coils cuts.   And coils got we' ve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-115042683711504741?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/115042683711504741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/115042683711504741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115042683711504741' title='This was funny...'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-114942536610257017</id><published>2006-06-04T08:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T08:49:26.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess What!!!</title><content type='html'>To everyone who reads this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday night, Graham and I went out for dinner, we went to The Drake and Firken Pub, after dinner we rented a movie (Tristian and Isolde) but before we could watch it, Graham said that he wanted to walk off the food we ate, I agreed.  We went for a walk around the courtyard at the city hall before heading over to Gage Park, we wandered aimlessly for a few minutes before heading to one of our favourite photo spots, the Big Bell thing.  When I got there, Graham admitted to me that he did just want to come for a walk, I was busy reading a plaque on the wall, so I asked what he meant, I turned around and he was down on one knee...HE ASKED ME TO MARRY HIM!!!!  After a first reaction of "What?  Are you serious???" I did in fact said yes.  So, we are now getting married on a date that has not yet been pick, but hopefully in the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-114942536610257017?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114942536610257017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114942536610257017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114942536610257017' title='Guess What!!!'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-114922338109644542</id><published>2006-06-02T00:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T00:43:07.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>some quizzes I found</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Somewhat Machiavellian&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howmachiavellianareyouquiz/a-little-mach.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're not going to mow over everyone to get ahead...But you're also powerful enough to make things happen for yourself.You understand how the world works, even when it's an ugly place.You just don't get ugly yourself - unless you have to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Machiavellian Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #999999" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Element Is Fire&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatelementisyourlovequiz/fire.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In love, you are a true listener and totally present.For you, love is all about feeling more alive than you've ever felt.&lt;br /&gt;You attract others with your joy and passion.Your flirting style is defined by your strong ability to communicate.&lt;br /&gt;Fun and play are the cornerstones of your love life.And while your flame may burn too brightly, it's part of your appeal.&lt;br /&gt;You connect best with: Wood&lt;br /&gt;Avoid: Water&lt;br /&gt;You and another Fire element: will likely burn out quickly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Element Is Your Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THIS ONE IS FUNNY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #999999" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In a Past Life...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/pastlifegenerator/past-life.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You Were: A Forlorn Beekeeper.&lt;br /&gt;Where You Lived: Poland.&lt;br /&gt;How You Died: Typhoid fever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Who&lt;/a&gt; Were You In a Past Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SWEET...APPARENTLY I AM A DRUG ADDICT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Belong in 1969&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If you scored...&lt;br /&gt;1950 - 1959: You're fun loving, romantic, and more than a little innocent. See you at the drive in!&lt;br /&gt;1960 - 1969: You are a free spirit with a huge heart. Love, peace, and happiness rule - oh, and drugs too.&lt;br /&gt;1970 - 1979: Bold and brash, you take life by the horns. Whether you're partying or protesting, you give it your all!&lt;br /&gt;1980 - 1989: Wild, over the top, and just a little bit cheesy. You're colorful at night - and successful during the day.&lt;br /&gt;1990 - 1999: With you anything goes! You're grunge one day, ghetto fabulous the next. It's all good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Year Do You Belong In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Arty Kid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whowereyouinhighschoolquiz/arty.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Whether you were a drama freak or an emo poet, you definitely were expressive and unique.&lt;br /&gt;You're probably a little less weird these days - but even more talented!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Who&lt;/a&gt; Were You In High School?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #cccccc" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 68% Cynical&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howcynicalareyouquiz/cynical-4.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're a full blown cynic... and probably even skeptical of these results.You have your optimistic moments, but most likely you keep them to yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Cynical Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have a Sanguine Temperament&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/sanguine.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are an optimistic person who is easily content.You enjoy casual, light tasks - never wanting to delve too deep into anything.A bit fickle, it's easy for you to change plans or paths when presented with something better.&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy all of the great things life has to offer - food, friends, and fun.A great talker, you can keep the conversation going for hours.You are optimistic and sure of your success. If you fail, you don't worry about it too much.&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you are vain. You are obsessed with your own attractiveness.A horrible flirt, you tend to jump into love affairs and relationship drama easily.You're very jealous - which just magnifies the craziness around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Temperment Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OKAY, I BELIEVE THAT PART OF THIS IS TRUE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Five Variable Love Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivevariablelovetest/love.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Propensity for Monogamy:&lt;br /&gt;Your propensity for monogamy is high.You find it easy to be devoted and loyal to one person.And in return, you expect the same from who you love.Any sign of straying, and you'll end things.&lt;br /&gt;Experience Level:&lt;br /&gt;Your experience level is high.You've loved, lost, and loved again.You have had a wide range of love experiences.And when the real thing comes along, you know it!&lt;br /&gt;Dominance:&lt;br /&gt;Your dominance is low.This doesn't mean you're a doormat, just balanced.You know a relationship is not about getting your way.And you love to give your sweetie a lot of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;Cynicism:&lt;br /&gt;Your cynicism is low.You are an eternal optimist when it comes to love and romance.No matter how many times you've been hurt - you're never bitter.You believe in one true love, your perfect soulmate.And if you haven't found true love yet, you know you will soon.&lt;br /&gt;Independence:&lt;br /&gt;Your independence is medium.In relationships, you need both "me time" and "we time."You usually find it easy to be part of a couple.But occasionally you start to feel a little smothered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Five Variable Love Test&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/6358193-114922338109644542?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114922338109644542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114922338109644542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114922338109644542' title='some quizzes I found'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-114922132438278010</id><published>2006-06-02T00:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T00:08:50.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #bfe9ff" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Five Factor Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#def4ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/personality.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Extroversion:&lt;br /&gt;You have medium extroversion.You're not the life of the party, but you do show up for the party.Sometimes you are full of energy and open to new social experiences.But you also need to hibernate and enjoy your "down time."&lt;br /&gt;Conscientiousness:&lt;br /&gt;You have high conscientiousness.Intelligent and reliable, you tend to succeed in life.Most things in your life are organized and planned well.But you borderline on being a total perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;Agreeableness:&lt;br /&gt;You have medium agreeableness.You're generally a friendly and trusting person.But you also have a healthy dose of cynicism.You get along well with others, as long as they play fair.&lt;br /&gt;Neuroticism:&lt;br /&gt;You have medium neuroticism.You're generally cool and collected, but sometimes you do panic.Little worries or problems can consume you, draining your energy.Your life is pretty smooth, but there's a few emotional bumps you'd like to get rid of.&lt;br /&gt;Openness to experience:&lt;br /&gt;Your openness to new experiences is low.You're a pretty conservative person, and you favor what's socially acceptable.You think that change for novelty's sake is a very bad idea.While some may see this as boring, many see you as dependable and wise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Five Factor Personality Test&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/6358193-114922132438278010?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114922132438278010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114922132438278010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114922132438278010' title='Personality Test'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-114922114137784988</id><published>2006-06-02T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T00:05:41.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Italian Names?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Italian Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/italiannamegenerator/girl.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aniela Moretti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/italiannamegenerator/"&gt;What's" Your Italian Name?&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/6358193-114922114137784988?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114922114137784988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114922114137784988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114922114137784988' title='Italian Names?'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-114922061900598815</id><published>2006-06-01T23:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T00:04:06.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM 20 YEARS OLD???</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#f0fff0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 20 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f8fff8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/cake.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What age do you act???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/&lt;/a&gt;&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/6358193-114922061900598815?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114922061900598815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114922061900598815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114922061900598815' title='I AM 20 YEARS OLD???'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-114873288983962676</id><published>2006-05-27T08:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T23:49:08.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Thing</title><content type='html'>10 bands/artists you've been listening to a lot lately:&lt;br /&gt;1. Carrie Underwood&lt;br /&gt;2. Relient K&lt;br /&gt;3. Paris Burning&lt;br /&gt;4. Hello Kelly&lt;br /&gt;5. Thousand Foot Krutch&lt;br /&gt;6. American Idol Season 5&lt;br /&gt;7. Shania Twain&lt;br /&gt;8. Hawk Nelson&lt;br /&gt;9. FM Static&lt;br /&gt;10. The Big One CD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09 things you look forward to (in no particular order):&lt;br /&gt;1. Graham's mom's wedding today&lt;br /&gt;2. Colin's wedding in a few weeks&lt;br /&gt;3. Kick Off next month&lt;br /&gt;4. Being allowed back to work&lt;br /&gt;5. Getting my room back to normal&lt;br /&gt;6. my spleen not being all explosive&lt;br /&gt;7. oh, my liver as well...because we know what a broken liver means&lt;br /&gt;8. Getting back to church&lt;br /&gt;9. Christian day at wonderland JUNE 17!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08 things you like to wear:&lt;br /&gt;1. Jeans&lt;br /&gt;2. Anything pink&lt;br /&gt;3. miss matched socks&lt;br /&gt;4. my pink cowgirl hat&lt;br /&gt;5. my heart necklace&lt;br /&gt;6. jewlery in general&lt;br /&gt;7. dresses/skirts&lt;br /&gt;8. Hoodies &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07 things that annoy you:&lt;br /&gt;1. stupid commericals&lt;br /&gt;2. computer games that crash on you&lt;br /&gt;3. People who fail to retain the answers I give them and thus ask me the same questions repeatedly.&lt;br /&gt;4. people thinking I am quiet&lt;br /&gt;5. "DUCK" Tape&lt;br /&gt;6. my room not being clean&lt;br /&gt;7. people on drugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06 things you say most days:&lt;br /&gt;1. I hate my life&lt;br /&gt;2. Ow, My spleen&lt;br /&gt;3. What the......! Argh!&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't lick that&lt;br /&gt;5. Not so much.&lt;br /&gt;6. You have got to be kidding me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05 things you do everyday:&lt;br /&gt;1. Bite my cheek/lip&lt;br /&gt;2. get frustrated with children&lt;br /&gt;3. brush my teeth&lt;br /&gt;4. talk&lt;br /&gt;5. Worry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04 people you want to spend more time with:&lt;br /&gt;1. Graham&lt;br /&gt;2. Fab Four&lt;br /&gt;3. Alicia&lt;br /&gt;4. my sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03 movies you could watch over and over again:&lt;br /&gt;1. The Princess Bride&lt;br /&gt;2. 13 going on 30&lt;br /&gt;3. Holy Grail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, there should more answers allowed there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02 of your favorite songs at the moment:&lt;br /&gt;1. These Arms of Mine--Otis Redding&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't Forget to Remember Me--Carrie Underwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 place you could spend the rest of your life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Anywhere with Graham (cheesy yes, I know)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-114873288983962676?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114873288983962676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114873288983962676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114873288983962676' title='Number Thing'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-114842393683896633</id><published>2006-05-23T18:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T18:38:56.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update to the Update</title><content type='html'>~It is official, I have Mono!  BOOO!  Not even entirely sure how I got it...Graham does not have it...I have not kissed anyone else recently...but the good news is that once I have had it...I become immune to it...no more Mono for me...but I am off for at least another week.  Boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I need a new form of entertainment...due to the possibility that my enlarged spleen could rupture, I have done little more than lie on the couch and watch tv.  sure sure, some of you are thinking "you are so lucky"  I am not, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Any ideas of what I can do?  Anything at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I am an usher at Graham's mom's wedding this weekend...that will be fun, and not too tasking on my spleen I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I was rude to a JW today...I slammed the door in their face...oops...actually, they asked me if I had heard the "good news" and I said "yes I have" and closed the door...was that rude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I am very sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~My voice is almost all gone now...boo...I liked my voice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I am going back to lie down now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-114842393683896633?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114842393683896633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114842393683896633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114842393683896633' title='Update to the Update'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-114800856619300362</id><published>2006-05-18T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T23:16:06.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>~I am not dead...well...not quite...I might have Mono...but that is another story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Due to this supposed illness...I have been off of work for an extra week...which has me a little on edge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~We are going to the cottage for the long weekend, this should help me relax a little so that I might be able to go back to work next week...fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Graham is home YAY!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Me and Ames took the train out to Moncton a few weeks ago for Graham's grad, which took us 25 hours!  Which was the longest trip of my life, but we made it and we had a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~When I get my scanner working again, I will put up a few of the highlights in pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Graham has graduated from Atlantic Baptist University with his BA in History...and he got it with distinction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I witnessed the death of this lap top...Lappy met his maker in a blaze of glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I got on an airplane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I need to go to bed...the problem with mono is that is makes you sleepy...and makes your spleen a potential explosive situation...no tackle british bull dog for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-114800856619300362?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114800856619300362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114800856619300362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114800856619300362' title='Update'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-114618641973674014</id><published>2006-04-27T21:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T21:06:59.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa...</title><content type='html'>I like it when I write a post and other ones randomly get deleted from my page...where did they go?  I may never find them...sob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-114618641973674014?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114618641973674014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114618641973674014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114618641973674014' title='Whoa...'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-114617742924315168</id><published>2006-04-27T18:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T18:37:09.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Thing</title><content type='html'>How many CD's do you own?&lt;br /&gt;a lot, 150 plus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the latest CD that you bought?&lt;br /&gt;umm...good question...Carrie Underwood's Some Hearts or maybe it was the Rent Soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the latest piece of music that you have listened to?&lt;br /&gt;I last listened to a cd that someone special made for me...Swing's Tunes in the Honkytonk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name five CD's that have made a lasting impression on you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Lefts by Relient K&lt;br /&gt;Phenominon(spelling?) by TFK&lt;br /&gt;Modern Day Nostalgia by Hello Kelly&lt;br /&gt;Any Swinging Tunes&lt;br /&gt;Breakaway by Kelly Clarkson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-114617742924315168?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114617742924315168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114617742924315168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114617742924315168' title='Music Thing'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-114521299070135158</id><published>2006-04-16T14:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T14:43:10.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A B C of ME</title><content type='html'>A-B-C...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Available: No sir, I am not Mr. Quiz man&lt;br /&gt;A - Age: 22 1/2&lt;br /&gt;A - Annoyance: stupid quizzes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - Best Friends: Graham, Amy, April, Emily and Alicia&lt;br /&gt;B - Bar: None&lt;br /&gt;B - Birthday: Oct 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C - Crush: Because I am in highschool...but Graham is my crush&lt;br /&gt;C - Car: ones with wheels and doors&lt;br /&gt;C - Cat(s): Two (Pudge and Moneen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D - Dead Pets Name(s): Fluffy, Meghan, Molka and Silky&lt;br /&gt;D - Dads Name: Dave&lt;br /&gt;D - Dog: Dakota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E - Easiest Person To Talk To: Graham or my girls...but Graham&lt;br /&gt;E - Eggs: over easy&lt;br /&gt;E - Email: doyoulikemysweater2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F - Favorite Colour: Pink, are you surprised?&lt;br /&gt;F - Food: Roast Beef with all the fixings&lt;br /&gt;F - Foreign slang: Je travail dans la discoteque.  (spelling does not count)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G - Gummy Bears or Worms: Worms!&lt;br /&gt;G - God: My real Dad&lt;br /&gt;G - Good Time: Sure, thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H - Hair Color: currently?  Black&lt;br /&gt;H - Height: little...5'4''ish&lt;br /&gt;H - Happy: Always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I - Ice Cream: if it is Chapmans...it is my guilty pleasure&lt;br /&gt;I - Instrument: Ha...tamborine&lt;br /&gt;I - Idol: not into that thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J - Jewelry: rings, earings and necklace and my belly button pierced&lt;br /&gt;J - Job: Preschool Teacher&lt;br /&gt;J - Joke: You're lame Mr. Quiz Man sir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K - Kids: yes please&lt;br /&gt;K - Karate: CHOP!&lt;br /&gt;K - Kung Fu: to you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L - Longest Car Ride: Going to Moncton&lt;br /&gt;L - Longest romantic Relationship: 4 years and counting&lt;br /&gt;L - Love: yes please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M - Milk Flavor: chocolate&lt;br /&gt;M - Mothers Name: Lori&lt;br /&gt;M - Movie Last Watched: Fever Pitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N - Number of Siblings: two and an in-law&lt;br /&gt;N - Northern or Southern: either&lt;br /&gt;N - Name: obviously you all know my name if you are reading this..but I go by Jenelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O - One Wish: to please God&lt;br /&gt;O - One Phobia: thunderstorms&lt;br /&gt;O - Otter Pop: Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P - Parents, are they married or divorced: married&lt;br /&gt;P - Part of your appearence you like best: my eyes, I like my eyes&lt;br /&gt;P - Part of your personality you like best: I am a funny funny girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q - Quote: Barbie is not a role model, she is only make believe&lt;br /&gt;Q - Question for the next person: What do you love about me?&lt;br /&gt;Q - Quick or Slow?: depends on the situtation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R - Reason to smile: Christ died for me&lt;br /&gt;R - Reality TV Show: yes, they are one TV but far from "reality"&lt;br /&gt;R - Right or Left: Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S - Song Last Heard: Who I am Hates who I've Been- Relient K&lt;br /&gt;S - Season: Spring!&lt;br /&gt;S - Sex: not before marriage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T - Time you woke up: 7:30&lt;br /&gt;T - Time Now: 2:30&lt;br /&gt;T - Time for bed: now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U - Unknown Fact about me: You all know me well...but I cry all the time&lt;br /&gt;U - Unicorns: Are mythical and impossible to catch&lt;br /&gt;U - U are: That's a terrible 'U' question!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V - Vegetable you hate: Green Beans...they make me gag&lt;br /&gt;V - Vegetable you love: Brocolli&lt;br /&gt;V - View on Politics: They are taking the country down with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W- Worst Habits: I bite my nails&lt;br /&gt;W- Where are you going to travel next: Moncton in two weeks on the train&lt;br /&gt;W- Watchful: For sure?  What am I watching for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X - X-Rays: Yes&lt;br /&gt;X - X-tra special someone: Once again, you're running out of ideas. I told you already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y - Year you were born: 1983&lt;br /&gt;Y - Year it is now: 2006&lt;br /&gt;Y - Yellow: is blinding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zoo Animal: Elephants&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zodiac: Libra&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zoolander: Never watched, never will&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-114521299070135158?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114521299070135158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114521299070135158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114521299070135158' title='A B C of ME'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-114512223794393543</id><published>2006-04-15T13:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T13:30:38.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch The Lamb...</title><content type='html'>Walking on the road to Jerusalem,&lt;br /&gt;The time had come to sacrifice again,&lt;br /&gt;My two small sons,&lt;br /&gt;They walk beside me on the road,&lt;br /&gt;The reason that they came&lt;br /&gt;was to watch the lamb.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, daddy,&lt;br /&gt;What will see there,&lt;br /&gt;There's so much that we don't understand,&lt;br /&gt;So I told them of Moses&lt;br /&gt;and father Abraham,&lt;br /&gt;Then I said dear children watch the lamb,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be so many in Jerusalem today,&lt;br /&gt;We must be sure the lamb doesn't run away,&lt;br /&gt;And I told them of Moses&lt;br /&gt;and father Abraham,&lt;br /&gt;Then I said dear children watch the lamb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the city,&lt;br /&gt;I knew something must be wrong,&lt;br /&gt;There were no joyful worshipers,&lt;br /&gt;No joyful worship songs,&lt;br /&gt;I stood there with my children&lt;br /&gt;in the midst of angry men,&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard the crowd cry out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crucify Him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to leave the city&lt;br /&gt;but we could not get away,&lt;br /&gt;Forced to play in this drama&lt;br /&gt;a part I did not wish to play,&lt;br /&gt;Why upon this day&lt;br /&gt;were men condemned to die,&lt;br /&gt;Why were we standing here,&lt;br /&gt;Where soon they would pass by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked and said, even now they come,&lt;br /&gt;The first one cried for mercy,&lt;br /&gt;The people gave him none,&lt;br /&gt;The second one was violent,&lt;br /&gt;He was arrogant and loud,&lt;br /&gt;I still here his angry voice&lt;br /&gt;screaming at the crowd,&lt;br /&gt;Then someone said there's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jesus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I scarce believed my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;A man so badly beaten,&lt;br /&gt;He barely looked alive,&lt;br /&gt;Blood poured from His body,&lt;br /&gt;From the forms upon His brow,&lt;br /&gt;Running down the cross,&lt;br /&gt;Falling to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Him as He struggled,&lt;br /&gt;I watched Him as He fell,&lt;br /&gt;The cross came down upon His back,&lt;br /&gt;The crowd began to yell,&lt;br /&gt;In that moment I felt such agony,&lt;br /&gt;In that moment I felt such loss,&lt;br /&gt;Till a Roman soldier grabbed my arm&lt;br /&gt;and screamed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you, carry His cross.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I tried to resist him,&lt;br /&gt;Then his hand reached for his cross,&lt;br /&gt;So I knelt and took&lt;br /&gt;the cross from the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;I placed it on my shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;And started down the street,&lt;br /&gt;The blood that he'd been shedding&lt;br /&gt;was running down my cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They led us to Golgotha,&lt;br /&gt;They drove nails&lt;br /&gt;deep in His feet and hands,&lt;br /&gt;Yet upon the cross I heard Him pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Father, forgive them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, never have I seen such love&lt;br /&gt;in any other eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Into thy hands I commit my spirit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He prayed and the He died,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood for what seemed like years,&lt;br /&gt;I'd lost all sense of time&lt;br /&gt;until I felt to tiny hands&lt;br /&gt;holding tight to mine,&lt;br /&gt;The children stood there weeping,&lt;br /&gt;I heard the oldest say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father please forgive us,&lt;br /&gt;the lamb ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, daddy,&lt;br /&gt;What have we seen here,&lt;br /&gt;There's so much&lt;br /&gt;that we don't understand,&lt;br /&gt;So I took them in my arms,&lt;br /&gt;And we turned and faced the cross,&lt;br /&gt;Then I said dear children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;watch the lamb.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-114512223794393543?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114512223794393543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114512223794393543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114512223794393543' title='Watch The Lamb...'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-114512084269543187</id><published>2006-04-15T13:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T13:07:22.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenelle is now on MySpace.com</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, so I am a sucker for peer pressure apparently...well not really...this is an outreach tactic really...all my youth kids are on myspace.com, so here is how I reach them to tell them about the upcoming events...but it is also a place where I talk about me and my friends...check me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/sweetheartorbabydoll"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/sweetheartorbabydoll&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-114512084269543187?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114512084269543187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114512084269543187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114512084269543187' title='Jenelle is now on MySpace.com'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-114495572771320109</id><published>2006-04-13T15:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T15:15:27.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>~I got a wedding invite in the mail today...it threw me off just a little because I did not recognize the return address at all...but then I realized that it was Heidi, as in Colin and Heidi.  So I was very excited about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I went to Amy's this weekend, it was a lot of fun, we made t-shirts and baked pies and watched movies...it was great fun, just like the good old days, including a violent attack during the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I went to work on Monday and Tuesday, but Wednesday morning I got terribly sick, so I have been sleeping it off the last two days...hopefully I will be better tomorrow because I need to sing at church and then on Saturday my Alicia is coming to hang out with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Just over 2 weeks until I see my baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I am currently listening to old school No Doubt...as in Tradgic Kingdom...sad sad sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I feel the need to have a shower right now, so I think I will go do that...yes, good plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Happy Easter to all, may Christ shine upon you now and always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-114495572771320109?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114495572771320109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114495572771320109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114495572771320109' title='Update'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-114479396608592058</id><published>2006-04-11T18:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T18:19:26.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone is getting older....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3758/331/1600/gone_with_the_hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3758/331/320/gone_with_the_hair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                   HIM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Graham!  I love you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-114479396608592058?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114479396608592058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114479396608592058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114479396608592058' title='Someone is getting older....'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-114472393314460757</id><published>2006-04-10T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T22:52:13.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That line just kills me</title><content type='html'>So, I have been thinking of things to make me laugh lately because I am a little down, not sure why...it might be because the weather is changing, or maybe because there is still 3 weeks roughly until Moncton...but then I thought, the sure fire way to make me laugh is to hear some random funny lines on tv, in person or the like...here are some recent ones (like in the last day or so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be flirting with 70 tomorrow folks&lt;br /&gt;Thats why I like it&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what you are talking about&lt;br /&gt;I missed her birthday for nothing?&lt;br /&gt;I could really have a fungal eye disease, sweet deal!&lt;br /&gt;Who gets married?&lt;br /&gt;If you get married, I will lose my freak&lt;br /&gt;Hey, it doesn't fit the front...thats okay, I will go around the side&lt;br /&gt;So what if I don't fit in, I am going to be something&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know who those people are&lt;br /&gt;How long do I have to wait&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone heard from Beth or is she dead?&lt;br /&gt;You are so random&lt;br /&gt;How often will they be in the same bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now, I realize that most of my readers are like "What the hell is she taking about?  Those are not funny at all."  Well...the context is missing, but let me tell you, I am laughing my butt off right now...which is a nice change of pace for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-114472393314460757?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114472393314460757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114472393314460757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114472393314460757' title='That line just kills me'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-114452403383546652</id><published>2006-04-08T15:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T15:20:33.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Goodie...</title><content type='html'>Prince Harry, the third in line to the British throne, celebrated the end of his military training with a visit to a lap dancing club, British newspapers reported Saturday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-114452403383546652?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114452403383546652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114452403383546652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114452403383546652' title='Oh Goodie...'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-114452355208102966</id><published>2006-04-08T15:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T15:12:32.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling....blah</title><content type='html'>I'm a little anti-encouragement lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little "you don't know me" lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know - it's stand-offish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn't bother me yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what to tell you, this is just who I am right now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-114452355208102966?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114452355208102966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114452355208102966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114452355208102966' title='Feeling....blah'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-114420140617386497</id><published>2006-04-04T21:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T21:43:26.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ranting and Raving</title><content type='html'>Okay, so today is my day to just complain about everything...yes, I know it is a self appointed day, but I have been sick, so humour me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why the heck is it snowing outside right now?  Does that seem fair to anyone?  I mean, I for one like snow IN FEBRUARY!!!!  Not so much in April, when I am looking towards to the beach/camp season...which reminds me...anyone up for going to Kick Off this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Why is it that when you call a repair man they always tell you that they will be at your house sometime between 10am and 6pm...apparently my heater is broken, so I can't have a life...stop everything, the fix it man doesn't know when he can make it...then when he shows up, he stares at you...which is a bit unnerving, and then tells you that there is absolutely nothing wrong with it.  I suppose that is why it KEEPS RESETTING ITSELF TO 10 DEGREES...because it is fine...what I am thinking...I know nothing about fixing a furnace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  When someone asks you if they can replace the decorations on your door at work and you say yes, that would be fine...is that really code for change the whole classroom around without telling the teacher while she is at home puking her guts out?  Apparently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Why are people at church so lukewarm now a days...I mean, if I sign up for a committee...I show up 99 % of the time...why won't other people take that same consideration?  People are counting on us to put on a good preformation at the concert, but my band is a no show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Why can I not for the life of me remember important memories from the past few years?  Honestly...gingerbread cookies at Timmy's illudes my memory to this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Why are some girls cheating lowdown skanks?  And why doe they think they can get away with hurting super great guys but then still expect that his family members will except her with open arms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. People should have to take a test before they are allowed to reproduce...if you don't really, I mean REALLY want a child, then for goodness sakes, don't have one...you CANNOT legally send them back afterwards...and really...it is not fair to the father if you dump them on him either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Why do American Idols always murder my favourite songs?  Do they have no pride?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  I have decided that I do not like who I become when I am writing these rants...I can be mean and vicious...it is not a pretty side of me what so ever...but hey, I am hot like bacon right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Speaking of bacon, I got to thinking about that...does that mean that I am a) hot like "oh baby, you are looking fine this evening" or b) you are a fat greasy looking pig product but I bet you taste yummy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  I am still undecided on this new government we have going on right now...am I supposed to take Mr.Harper seriously or do I laugh in his face when he opens his mouth?  Do I really trust a "man" who is currently trying to snuggle into bed with W?  Not sure, the jury is out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12...I am ranted out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-114420140617386497?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114420140617386497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114420140617386497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114420140617386497' title='Ranting and Raving'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-114409132789222679</id><published>2006-04-03T15:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T15:08:47.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another added to the list</title><content type='html'>Congrats goes out to a good old friend from camp DARA LAMBIE on her recent engagment to Choo Yeung!  They got engaged on Saturday...in what I am told a very romantic proposal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-114409132789222679?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114409132789222679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114409132789222679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114409132789222679' title='Another added to the list'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-114398645028166505</id><published>2006-04-02T10:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T10:00:50.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I made it!</title><content type='html'>I finally made it to 200 posts on my blog!!!  It has only taken me 3 years to do it!  Go me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-114398645028166505?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114398645028166505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114398645028166505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114398645028166505' title='I made it!'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-114393162622472691</id><published>2006-04-01T17:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T17:47:06.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update and Future Plans</title><content type='html'>~So, I currently have the flu, which really sucks because I was supposed to hang out with Ames this weekend and do the whole girly weekend thing...not going to happen...I was hoping that if I felt better by tonight, we could...but my energy is shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~My world is getting smaller by the minute...on my hi5 site, I was put in touch with a whole bunch of people from my childhood...which floods me full of old tortured memories, but I am working through them...that is a must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Last night, some kid at the concert (which I popped over for a second because my dad was not answering his cell), this kid is like 4...by 4 I really mean 14 years old...he told me that I was "so hot, hot like bacon"  I couldn't help but laugh at this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I am now totally addicted to the game SIMS...I cannot get enough of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~They just split my classroom at work...the 3.8-5 year olds have moved over to the other room now, which means that my babies are gone...(all the children that have been with me since the beginning of my employment there) but I am still left with 20 children...how does that work out? Alicia...you know what that means...third staff required&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Don't forget to change your clock tonight, spring forward an hour and risk being early for everything...or is it late?  I never know.  I think it is early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~In 29 days, Amy and me are getting on a train and headed to Moncton to see Graham (YAY) and to become tourist (even though we won't have a car)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Graham is going to be graduating on May 6th from ABU, He has really worked his butt of these past few years, and I could not be more proud or love him more.  Congrats Graham!  I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~After Moncton, I am going to spend a week with him in Cambridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Then back to work for the summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Lots of wedding are fast approaching:  Mel and Gerry, Colin and Heidi, Elise and Scott, Judy and Steve, Marlene and Paul, Rita and Steven, Ted and Megan, and others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~That is all I got&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-114393162622472691?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114393162622472691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114393162622472691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114393162622472691' title='Update and Future Plans'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-114326319593746226</id><published>2006-03-24T23:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T00:06:35.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You want to know what?</title><content type='html'>Firsts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First job: Brampton Guardian Paper Courier&lt;br /&gt;First screen name: Angel&lt;br /&gt;First funeral: that I remember...Grandpa West&lt;br /&gt;First pet: Fluffy the cat&lt;br /&gt;First piercing: My ears&lt;br /&gt;First tattoo: Not Applicable..but I would like a little butterfly on my back&lt;br /&gt;First credit card: n/a...I do not trust me&lt;br /&gt;First kiss: Graham&lt;br /&gt;First enemy: Brodie Woodiwiss and the gang...my childhood is tainted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lasts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last car ride: I got driven home from work tonight by my dad&lt;br /&gt;Last kiss: January 12, 2006&lt;br /&gt;Last movie watched: at the theatre:Failure to Launch, on TV:The Notebook&lt;br /&gt;Last beverage drank: Mountain Dew&lt;br /&gt;Last food consumed: I ate a Caramilk bar&lt;br /&gt;Last phone call: Graham tonight&lt;br /&gt;Last time showered: this morning:Friday&lt;br /&gt;Last CD played: Swinging Tunes: The Best of the Early Years&lt;br /&gt;Last web site visited: Think-on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single or taken: completely taken&lt;br /&gt;Gender: Female&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: October 17&lt;br /&gt;Sign: Libra (I am the scales)&lt;br /&gt;Kids:I have 24 children, ranging from the ages of 2-5 years, all with different fathers...and mothers for that matter...I am a whore&lt;br /&gt;Siblings: Jen(25) (Rob 25), Jon (20)&lt;br /&gt;Hair color: currently black and red&lt;br /&gt;Eye color: brown&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size: 6&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5'4''&lt;br /&gt;Wearing: cirrently, blue jeans, a pink tank top and a black duster sweater&lt;br /&gt;Drinking: Mountain Dew again&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about: How tired I am right now, and how pointless this entry is&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Swingin Tunes and my brother's TV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-114326319593746226?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114326319593746226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114326319593746226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114326319593746226' title='You want to know what?'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-114313123679691317</id><published>2006-03-23T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T11:27:16.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Answer to Prayer</title><content type='html'>Some of you may have heard about my cousin Ryan who lives in California...for those who don't know, he is 10 years old and has had leukemia since he was 4.  Anyways, things were looking really bad and it was done to a bone marrow transplant, or he will die.  They have been searching for a transplant for over a year now, with no luck, all of the family failed...except for me because I was not allowed to donate...stupid parasite...Finally after an exhauting search, a match was found. (With bone marrow, there is 8 crititeria that needs to be met, a match consists of only 6)  This match for Ryan is a perfect 8!  Which is totally amazing because this person is not family.  God is so awesome!  I ask for continued prayer however, because he still needs to undergo the surgery and avoid infection...and will be in the hospital for 5 months.  But the fun news is that Jay Leno is putting on a benefit for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-114313123679691317?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114313123679691317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114313123679691317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114313123679691317' title='Answer to Prayer'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-114297278447760523</id><published>2006-03-21T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T11:28:08.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Questions</title><content type='html'>1. Elaborate on your default icon/picture on Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;It's me at the Santa Parade...that is all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What's your current relationship status?&lt;br /&gt;currently I am happy dating Graham...it has been 4 years now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What exactly are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;pink track pants, a pink tank top, a pink work out jacket and a cat sock/pink sock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your current problem?&lt;br /&gt;That I am painting my back hall the colour of baby poop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What do you love most?&lt;br /&gt;Graham and the colour pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What makes you most happy?&lt;br /&gt;Graham and flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you musically inclined?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to pretend that I am musically inclined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you could go back in time, and change something what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if Hitler had a kitten? Could a boy who has a kitten REALLY grow up to be a dictator?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Ever have a near-death experience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, every experience is a near death experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Name an obvious quality you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am rust-proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What's the name of the song that's stuck in your head right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Lovers Go by D/C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Any celeb you would marry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...I would not marry any because I love Graham, but I would love to meet Keith Urban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Name someone with the same birthday as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Chris actually, also, by a quick net search, Eminem, Alan Jackson and Evel Knievel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you have a crush on someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graham Ware&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Have you ever vandalized someones private property?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. At Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Have you ever been in a fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Have you ever sung in front of a large audience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What's the first thing you notice about the OPPOSITE sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they always put this question in these quizzez? It's a dumb question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you usually order from Starbucks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in starbucks a total of twice, but both times I had a Chai Tea Latte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Have you ever hurt yourself on purpose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've kicked the crap out myself repeatedly...Fight Club is my biography you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Say something totally random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to lick this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Has anyone ever said you look like a celebrity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten Jennifer Garner and the girl from Braveheart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you wear a watch?Hell yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you have anything pierced?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both ears, and the top of one and my belly button&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you have any tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you like pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't? I blew my head off in 'Nam just for fun. Luckily, I grew another one, and my lesson was learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you like to shop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to buy pens...yes, yes I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What was the last thing you paid for with cash?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A movie rental actually...Pride and Prejudice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What was the last thing you paid for with a credit card?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No credit cards for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What is on your desktop background?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graham...I am obsessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What is the background on your &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: cell phone'; self.lm_skeyphrase='cell%20phone'; if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Search for: cell phone'; self.lm_skeyphrase='cell%20phone'; if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; lm_doMouseOver(1); self.lm_isOverLink=true; return false;" onmouseout="window.status=''; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500); " href="http://www.srch-results.com/lm/rtl3.asp?si=77&amp;amp;k=cell%20phone"&gt;cell phone&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graham and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you like redheads?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure...who doesn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you know any twins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know any personally, I know of some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Do you have any weird relatives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but some of them read this so they will remain anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What was the last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failure to Launch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What was the last book you read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Above A Whisper by Lori Wick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Did you or are you planning to go to college?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup and no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What is your favorite pair of pants that you own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my pink track pants, or my beige cords&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you like to party?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Where do you see yourself in five years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you, mystery quiz writer, in 'Nam or married somewhere doing something good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-114297278447760523?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114297278447760523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114297278447760523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114297278447760523' title='Random Questions'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-114219221078696812</id><published>2006-03-12T14:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T14:37:42.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why girls like guys?</title><content type='html'>1. The way they smile a you, even when they think you're being an idiot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.The way they can make you the center of their world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The way their hugs make you feel everything is going to be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The way girls can lose their heads when we get near them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The way they stand up for you even when you're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The way they always give compliments when you don't really need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When they look soooo cute when wanting to hold your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The way they keep us confused and guessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The way, even if you aren't pretty, they make you feel like you're perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The way their shoulders are always shaped perfectly to fit your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. And how their clothes are always the right material to wipe your tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. And how, you can fall asleep on the couch with them, and know that they will chase away your bad dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. How they show off for you but know when they've taken it too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. How they say we're always right (we normally are though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. And how their hands are soft and always seeking yours. They will guide you and protect you. They will be your strength and your compassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. The way that they will willingly do something stupid just to make you feel less of an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. They way that they always seem to find their ways into our thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. How you can talk for seemingly hours, but once he says good bye, you start missing him like crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. The way that i took 10 minutes of my day to write mushy, yet true, things about my favourite guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How they laugh at your jokes when you know that they wern't funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. The way they can always make you smile even when your so far down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How your day is suddenly perfect just by seeing them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. How even when they act like a jerk you can still love them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. How good their voice sounds when they say hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. When they show off and try to impress you and end up looking like a tool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. the way it brightens up your day just to help them smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. the way they can make you smile no matter how down you feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. knowing that even though you don't see each other, that they will always be there no matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. the way they look at you when you say something that they don't understand but don't want to admit they don't understand (that one is priceless)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. the way they laugh at you when you don't understand soemthing they say and you try to figure it out without asking (I get that a lot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get this, please send it on to someone who you care about, be it a best friend or a boyfriend/girlfriend, or even better, both. Cuz everyone should feel this, and if you dont, hell, you can just virturally burn it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-114219221078696812?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114219221078696812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114219221078696812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114219221078696812' title='Why girls like guys?'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-114210588846135852</id><published>2006-03-11T14:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T14:38:08.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a small world after all</title><content type='html'>So, today I went to the Bramalea City Centre with my brother to buy some concert tickets...I am not going, he is with his girlfriend.  Anyways, that is besides the point, I was in HMV looking at DVDs because hey, thats what I do.  But yeah, this guy and girl came up to me and asked if I was Jennelle, and I was like "yeah...I am" and they said "from the Strath?" and I was like "yeah...I lived there" thinking that this is really creepy and what the hell.  These people did not look overly familar to me, but hey, if they were from the Strath, I wouldn't recognize them because I left when I was 11...but I was curious...so I asked these two if I knew them...of course they said "yes, we were in grade 6 together, with Mr.Patterson" and I frantically trying to place these two people in my mind...but no luck...finally I asked who they were and I was surprised with the answer,&lt;br /&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Brodie Woodiwiss, aka Brodie and Natalie from Grade 6,&lt;br /&gt;Nat was my best friend for most of my childhood, and Brodie was the head of the group who used to torment me and made my childhood a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;We spent some time catching up before my brother said we needed to go...it was weird&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-114210588846135852?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114210588846135852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114210588846135852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114210588846135852' title='It&apos;s a small world after all'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-114152526143565117</id><published>2006-03-04T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T21:21:01.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christianity:Boring, Untrue and Irrelevant</title><content type='html'>Today is is popular to argue that it does not matter what you believe so long as you are sincere.  But surely, that is crazy.  Nothing matters so much as what we believe.  Hitler's sincere beliefs led to the deaths of millions of Jews.  Jack the Ripper's sincere belief led him to murder prostitutes.  More positively, Nelson Mandela's sincere beliefs drove him to led his people to freedom.  What you believe matters; it determines the course of your life.  Nowhere is that more true than in the arena of faith.  The brilliant academic and Christian writer C.S Lewis put it this way, "Christianity is a statement which, if false, is of no importance, and, if true, of infinate importance.  The one thing it cannot be is moderately important."  Do yourself a favour: take the time to examine your beliefs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are young people in the 21st Century!  What on earth does Christianity offer us?&lt;br /&gt;It offers us:&lt;br /&gt;1)Direction for a lost world&lt;br /&gt;2)reality in a confusing world&lt;br /&gt;3) life in a dark world&lt;br /&gt;            "I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life." John 14:6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;Christianity is NOT boring: it is about living life to the full&lt;br /&gt;Christianity is NOT untrue: it is the truth&lt;br /&gt;Christianity is NOT irrelevant: it transforms the whole of our lives&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-114152526143565117?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114152526143565117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114152526143565117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114152526143565117' title='Christianity:Boring, Untrue and Irrelevant'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-114135626757917900</id><published>2006-03-02T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T22:24:27.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update to end all Updates</title><content type='html'>~I got my Sheridan student fired today, and now I feel a little bad about it because I know what it feels like, but at the same time, she brought it upon herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~My brother broke my glass doll today when he was carrying his amp down the stairs...it made me a little sad, but at the same time, why was the doll at the bottom of the stairs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I have a vacation week coming up soon, I will be spending it at home with my sister, brother and brother in law painting the house...restful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Add more weddings to my agenda please, I am proud to announce that my future mother-in-law, (no I am not engaged) is getting married to Steve.  Congrats you two!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Me and Ames will be taking the train out to Moncton the first week of May for Graham's grad.  Not sure where we are staying when we get there, but it should still be a good time.  Also, the whole "tourist" thing could be a bit of an issue...seeing as none of us will have a car...but anyways...moving on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~My cat went crazy and attacked my brother the other day, it was bad...blood, blood, blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Is it bad when the church camp you have been going to all those years forgets to put a capital on "Jesus Christ as your personal Saviour" in the flyers they sent out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I need for winter to be over, my skin is so dry it actually hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~One of my favourite shows just killed off one of my favourite actors (Keith, may you rest in peace)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I need to go to sleep now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I am done my taxes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I have no clean clothes for the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sleep now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I am going to be a character in my friends book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sleep now for really&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-114135626757917900?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114135626757917900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114135626757917900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114135626757917900' title='Update to end all Updates'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-114065137242455158</id><published>2006-02-22T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T18:36:12.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In the "Biblical Sense"</title><content type='html'>Okay, so Grey's Anatomy this week, was well...kinda boring/interesting/what the hell.  I am not going to reiterate the whole thing, because really, I do not want to bore some people, but what the hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just have not been watching this show long enough, but has George always had a thing for Meredith?  Did I miss this?  I was so confused, in my head, it sort of came out of left field...maybe there is more to it than I think, someone help me out.  But I was asked for my reaction to their getting to know each other in the Biblical sense, and well...at first I was like "what the hell?" I thought that Meredith was like "so in love" with McDreamy and then suddenly she is taking off George's shirt...what?  I am not sure I am a fan of the two of them, true it is cute and all...but really...I am holding out for a reunion of the McDreamy and Grey...A little disappointed, but George is cute with her too...so I don't know what to think, maybe time will tell, and hopefully some background info will surface so I can better understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cases this week were good...angry video man made me laugh and did have a good point of not letting things go unsaid, the girl's was well...unfortunate really, but fixable, and it is good to go to church.  Lion Boy was just sad, I cried, I did not want him to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McSteamy was a good twist, I really wish that Montgomery-Shepherd went back to him, but she seems to want to punish herself by sticking with McDreamy...so we will see how that turns out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burke was pissed because he thought that Christina was not committed and then he found out that she kept her old apartment "just in case" and he confronted her as she ate chinese food in bed...and she admitted to giving up her apartment 20 minutes ago...Burke's reaction "we're good here" and walked away...very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izzy and Alex gave into the beast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as mentioned before Mere and George, Bibical sense implied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-114065137242455158?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114065137242455158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114065137242455158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114065137242455158' title='In the &quot;Biblical Sense&quot;'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-114036003018436639</id><published>2006-02-19T08:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T09:40:30.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Years Ago Today...</title><content type='html'>I was at the Baptist Leadership Education Centre (may it rest in peace) and the most wonderful, fabulous man asked me to be with him.  Obviously I said "yes" or I would not be writing this post right now.  Here is the story of how it came to be...it is rather rocky at the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that there was an attraction from the very moment that Ames introduced us, but I was dating someone else and things were not going well in that area, so Graham became my friend, he was there for me when things got bad with the other guy and always told me that I deserved better.  I eventually broke it off with that other guy and Graham and me became better friends.  People began to make assumptions about us, but we stuck with "we are just friends" but now, I don't think we were ever "just friends" there was always 'something' between us.  Needless to say, we began to be thrown together for a lot of things, baseball games, Encounter, Hermosa, random hanging out with Ames and the guy who is nameless and finally BLEC.  At BLEC the assumption got worse, and I got scared, so I pulled back and we fought a lot during that time, several times, we did not talk to each other for days, which was miserable and everyone saw but us. &lt;br /&gt;One evening, while or friendship was alright, I asked him to come with me to Cullen Gardens (may it rest in peace) to see the Christmas Lights, because I love lights.  While walking, I noticed that Graham was not acting like himself, but I tried to convince him to tell me whats up, but he refused...so we went back to the school and he was still acting really weird.  I sort of forced him to tell me what was going on...which of course was "I like you as more than just a friend" to which I got scared, said "I don't" and ran off, I was a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;That weekend, I was going home for some reason, it was probably to see the doctor, but before I left, Graham stuck a note in my mailbox, which I still have saying "That I was will always have his heart and if I ever want it, it will be gladly given to me fully" I went home.  While there, I realized that I was miserable without him and everyone knew it, so I planned to tell him when I got back to the building on Monday afternoon, which so happened to be the day of the Christmas Banquet.  However, I never got the chance, I was told something that made me really sad, he was dating someone else because he was hurt by me and I never told him.  I tried to be happy for him, but I couldn't quite pull it off and everyone knew. &lt;br /&gt;He ended that relationship because it was not fair to either of them, and that woman is now happily married.  But we tried to get our friendship back on track.  That is when it happened.  We were watching a movie with everyone in the lounge, I am not sure what movie it was because I was not paying attention to the movie, I had stolen the pillow and blanket that Graham had brought into the room and I was laying against him, and I suppose that is when he realized that I had let my guard down.  When the movie was over, we went to the kitchen to get juice, he confronted me and I told him that I liked him but there was that question of 'where do we go from here?" and "what about the other girl?"  Those questions went unanswered not sure why, but then my dad had a heart attack and I went home, and we didn't see each other for two weeks...I had him come visit me over Reading Week and we spent a lot of time talking and then he kissed me, but even that was cut short because I had to go to Blizzard...&lt;br /&gt;In the end, he asked me to be with him again, on February 19, 2002 in the dinning room of BLEC.  And we have been happy ever since, enduring distance and stress.  So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY 4 YEAR ANNIVERSARY GRAHAM, I LOVE YOU MORE THAN SWEDISH BERRIES!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-114036003018436639?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114036003018436639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114036003018436639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114036003018436639' title='4 Years Ago Today...'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-114022027813104844</id><published>2006-02-17T18:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T18:51:18.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been hit</title><content type='html'>Four jobs I have had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) Preschool Teacher&lt;br /&gt;ii) Kitchen Cutie&lt;br /&gt;iii) Handy Hottie&lt;br /&gt;iv) Paper Courier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four movies I could watch over and over:&lt;br /&gt;a) Sweet Home Alabama&lt;br /&gt;b) Casablanca&lt;br /&gt;c) Dirty Dancing&lt;br /&gt;d) 13 Going on 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four books I could read over and over:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The Bible&lt;br /&gt;2) Max Lucado's &lt;em&gt;"When God Whispers Your Name"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Paper Bag Princess&lt;br /&gt;4) Sharon Jaynes' &lt;em&gt;"Becoming the Woman"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places I have lived:&lt;br /&gt;1)Alvinston&lt;br /&gt;2)Strathroy&lt;br /&gt;3)Whitby&lt;br /&gt;4)Goderich&lt;br /&gt;5)Brampton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I have been on vacation:&lt;br /&gt;i) Florida&lt;br /&gt;ii) PEI&lt;br /&gt;iii) New York State&lt;br /&gt;iv) Bailiebourgh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four websites I visit daily:&lt;br /&gt;a) the Weather Network&lt;br /&gt;b) Soap Central&lt;br /&gt;c) Yahoo&lt;br /&gt;d) Think-On&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four favourite foods:&lt;br /&gt;1) Chicken Fingers&lt;br /&gt;2) Pizza&lt;br /&gt;3) roast beef&lt;br /&gt;4) mac n' cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four favourite non-alcoholic drinks:&lt;br /&gt;i) iced tea&lt;br /&gt;ii) tea tea&lt;br /&gt;iii) &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;Apple juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iv) apple cider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four favourite musicians:&lt;br /&gt;a) Hello Kelly&lt;br /&gt;b) Keith Urban&lt;br /&gt;c) Jonny West&lt;br /&gt;d) Steven Curtis Chapman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I would like to be right now:&lt;br /&gt;1) whereever Graham is&lt;br /&gt;2) Moncton&lt;br /&gt;3) anyplace warm&lt;br /&gt;4) home (I am still at work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last four books I read:&lt;br /&gt;i) The Bible, just about finished my yearly read through&lt;br /&gt;ii) Lori Wick's &lt;em&gt;"Just Above A Whisper"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iii) Sharon Jaynes' &lt;em&gt;"Become the Woman"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iv) Lori Wick's "&lt;em&gt;Who Brings Forth The Wind&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last four movies I have seen:&lt;br /&gt;a) Just Like Heaven&lt;br /&gt;b) Elizabethtown&lt;br /&gt;c) The Wedding Date&lt;br /&gt;d)A Sharks Tale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's on my desk right now?&lt;br /&gt;a bazillion picture frames of friends and family, Lappy, a teddy bear, my dried flowers, a santa mug from Graham, some DVDs, my TV, VCR and DVD player, my pretty princess lamp, some chocolates, a mirror, some trinkets, benedryl, my MP3 player&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggers I'm tagging:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April&lt;br /&gt;Amy&lt;br /&gt;Tim&lt;br /&gt;Sanda&lt;br /&gt;Patricia&lt;br /&gt;Gerry&lt;br /&gt;Jonny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-114022027813104844?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114022027813104844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/114022027813104844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114022027813104844' title='I&apos;ve been hit'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-113997694891213478</id><published>2006-02-14T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T23:15:48.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The day of Love is upon us</title><content type='html'>Love is a simple word, only one syllable.  Yet it is extraordinary.  Few emotions can cause such distress or make us feel so delirious with joy.  Love is sought after and coveted by even the most wicked and wretched among us.  It is the inspiration for the most delightful poetry, the most exquisite art and the greatest music.  People live and die for it.  They make the most noble sacrifices in love's name, or commit the vilest deeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No word is as misused, misunderstood and misinterpreteted as love.  It can be used too lightly and also too sparingly.  For even when we are certain that it exists in the heart of our beloved, we want to hear it and see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love can't be adequately defined or proven.  It is mysterious and elusive.  The quest for it is the essence of humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is often confused with crushes and obsession or trivialized and used to decieve and manipulate.  So, how do we know when it is real?  Where is the shield to protect us against the ravages of lost love or the disappointment of unrequitted love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For insight on matters of the heart, it is usually helpful to turn to my good friend Willy Shakespere, particularily his beautiful sonnets.  The Bard said it best when he wrote that love "bears it out even to the edge of doom."  The fallout from a love gone sour is terrible. Yet, if love is not worth the risk, why are we willing to go to such great lengths to find it and experience it?  In the poem "Desiderada" we are advised against being cynical.  "For in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is as perennial as the grass."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a world of disillusionment and disaffection, romance is still very much alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be celebrated and cherished and SHOUTED FROM THE ROOF TOPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;GRAHAM, I LOVE YOU! HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-113997694891213478?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/113997694891213478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/113997694891213478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113997694891213478' title='The day of Love is upon us'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-113935566623335623</id><published>2006-02-07T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T18:41:06.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the End of the World--Grey's Anatomy</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I missed the very beginning because of the Super Bowl, but when I tuned it, Izzie and George had called Christina to come over because Meredith did not want to get out of bed...Christina tells her that she does not care for her reasons to stay in bed, she needs to get her ass out of bed promto.  They get to the hospital and Meredith has a bad feeling and McDreamy tells her to just move on, so all the interns are in their fun yellow robe things wondering who is going to be in charge of them that day, all of a sudden, Baily is behind them and yells at them for scaring off so many residence.  She promply goes into labour, convient eh?  Anyways, She is rushed off in her wheelchair, when an ambulance pulls in, in the ambulance is a screaming lady and her husband who has been shot in the chest by a bazzoka that his friend and him had made, the lady was really annoying.  But they took him right into surgery with Burke, and the ambulance attendant (Hannah) played by Christina Ricci had her hand inside this name to try to stop the bleeding, little did she know that the ammo was still inside the man and it was still live, so Burke called a "Code Black" which none of the interns knew what that was, but it is a bomb threat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile on the other side of the hospital Baily is trying to get ahold of her husband which unfortunately he was in a car accident trying to get there and McDreamy (Shephard) had is brain open in the OR right next to the bomb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bomb squad arrives and is trying to figure out what is happening and trying to evacuate the hospital, but are being met with resistance...first Shepherd is more afraid of Baily than the bomb and will not leave his patient on the table, Izzie decides that because she is going to die in the explosion, she might as well have sex with Alex in the medical supply closet.  The drug guy Dr.Milton is afraid and abandons Hannah in the room with the patient and the drug bag thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah is beginning to panic when Meredith and Christina arrive in the room because curiosity got the best of them, and they are trying to stop Hannah from yanking out her arm and running off...Christina is calling Burke for help, he arrives with the useless bomb expert just as Hannah pulls her arm out and bolts for the door, you see Christina, Burke and bomb-man drop to the floor and are expecting BOOM when it shows that Meredith was stuck her hand into the body without realizing it, and then it ends, stupid cliff-hangers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARMED WAS A RE-RUN---this week only&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-113935566623335623?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/113935566623335623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/113935566623335623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113935566623335623' title='It&apos;s the End of the World--Grey&apos;s Anatomy'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-113908681169270175</id><published>2006-02-04T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T17:20:14.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Survivor Episode 1 &amp; Ghost Whisper- Hell of a Climb</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Survivor Episode 1:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highly anticipated and mysterious SURVIVOR: PANAMA--EXILE ISLAND has begun, and on night three, &lt;a class="story_link" href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/survivor12/survivors/bio_tina.shtml"&gt;Tina Scheer&lt;/a&gt;, the 45-year-old logging sports promoter/performer from Hayward, Wisconsin (thats right people, she is a self proclaimed LUMBER JILL) becomes the first casualty when she is voted out of her tribe in a unanimous 3-1 decision. Perceived as the most outspoken in her tribe, Tina meets her demise at Tribal Council when she questions others' work ethic. After seeing her torch extinguished, Tina delivers her Final Words: "I think the girls made a huge mistake voting me out. I hope they do terribly. I have no regrets. I was just with the wrong girls." Really, this team did make a mistake...they have a 3 older gals who can do nothing, and one of them is afraid of LEAVES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Separated by gender and age, the Older Women, Older Men, Younger Women and Younger Men meet host &lt;a class="story_link" href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/survivor12/ab_probst.shtml"&gt;Jeff Probst&lt;/a&gt; on Exile Island. There, he explains that each week, at least one Survivor will be banished to the Island, forced to live on their own away from their tribe until they're allowed back into the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Jeff explains the rules of the first Reward Challenge. The four tribes each delegate one player to participate, as they must run across the island to a pile of skulls (creepy). Next, the players must smash open the skulls on rocks until they find an amulet. The first three players to return to the starting line and present the amulet win flint for fire. The losing tribe will elect one tribe member to stay on Exile Island. The race for the amulets begins as &lt;a class="story_link" href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/survivor12/survivors/bio_terry.shtml"&gt;Terry&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="story_link" href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/survivor12/survivors/bio_austin.shtml"&gt;Austin&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="story_link" href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/survivor12/survivors/bio_ruth_marie.shtml"&gt;Ruth- Marie&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a class="story_link" href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/survivor12/survivors/bio_danielle.shtml"&gt;Danielle&lt;/a&gt; race to smash the skulls. Terry returns first, followed by Austin and Ruth Marie. Danielle returns empty-handed, leaving the Younger Women without flint for fire and with a dreaded decision to make. Who will be &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: left behind'; self.lm_skeyphrase='left%20behind'; if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Search for: left behind'; self.lm_skeyphrase='left%20behind'; if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; lm_doMouseOver(1); self.lm_isOverLink=true; return false;" onmouseout="window.status=''; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500); " href="http://www.srch-results.com/lm/rtl3.asp?si=77&amp;k=left%20behind"&gt;left behind&lt;/a&gt; on Exile Island? &lt;a class="story_link" href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/survivor12/survivors/bio_misty.shtml"&gt;Misty&lt;/a&gt; is selected, but before the tribes leave for their beaches, reveals a secret of the Island, announcing, "Hidden somewhere on Exile Island is an Immunity Idol. Find it, and you will be safe from Tribal Council!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arriving at their camp, the Older Women quickly get to work. Emerging as the tribe's leader, Tina starts the fire and begins work on the shelter. In the meantime, having never camped before, &lt;a class="story_link" href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/survivor12/survivors/bio_cirie.shtml"&gt;Cirie&lt;/a&gt; reveals an embarrassing concern: she is afraid of leaves. "I was thinking, 'Leaves are the least of your problem, honey!'" remarks an astonished Tina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With little sunlight remaining in the day, the Younger Men play coconut baseball before realizing the need to build shelter and start a fire before sunset. &lt;a class="story_link" href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/survivor12/survivors/bio_aras.shtml"&gt;Aras&lt;/a&gt; then brings the group together in a meditation circle, hoping to bring in some positive energy (he is a yoga instructor). "Aras has a lot of ideas, but some of them are kind of hair-brained, like doing meditation to get fire," explains &lt;a class="story_link" href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/survivor12/survivors/bio_nick.shtml"&gt;Nick&lt;/a&gt;. Despite Aras's faith, the Young Men flounder as they haplessly set up their camp. "We don't have a clue what we are doing," remarks Austin. I love the confidence that these guys give out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Young Women's camp, the tribemates struggle with indecision about where to set up camp. Unable to decide and becoming increasingly annoyed, &lt;a class="story_link" href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/survivor12/survivors/bio_sally.shtml"&gt;Sally&lt;/a&gt; complains, "I was starting to get more frustrated on the whole shelter. If you see and you like it, don't even look anymore." With little daylight remaining, &lt;a class="story_link" href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/survivor12/survivors/bio_courtney.shtml"&gt;Courtney&lt;/a&gt; (shes a fire dancer) finds a dead turtle lying on the beach. Feeling for the dead turtle, Courtney turns the decision into an ordeal, and all Danielle and Sally can do is roll their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the efficient Older Men start fire and set up camp, &lt;a class="story_link" href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/survivor12/survivors/bio_dan.shtml"&gt;Dan&lt;/a&gt; and Terry find time to bond. Dan reveals that he was an astronaut, while Terry tells Dan he was a Navy pilot. The two men shake hands and agree never to lie to each other in the game. Later, frustrations grow when &lt;a class="story_link" href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/survivor12/survivors/bio_shane.shtml"&gt;Shane&lt;/a&gt; reveals that he is a three-pack-a-day smoker. Not having a cigarette and realizing he needs to be on his best behavior, Shane laments, "I have to get through this detox, and I can't lash out at anybody. I just can't. It is unbelievably hard, and I have only been here a day." (this is why smoking is bad for you...plus, if you know you are going on a show where you cannot smoke...wouldn't you be trying to quit before hand? Think on that one for a bit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone on Exile Island, Misty toughs out the night's storm, huddling on the ground for warmth. The next day's sun brings hunger, and she digs for worms and eats them. "I am tired, hungry and really, really thirsty," she complains. Worried that she is at a disadvantage because she lives away from her tribemates, Misty hatches a plan: "When I see my tribemates at the next Immunity Challenge, I will trick them into thinking that I found the Immunity Idol" (because trickery has always worked in the past)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four tribes meet at the Immunity Challenge area, where Jeff explains the rules. Beginning on platforms in the ocean, the tribes must race over a wall, one at a time, dive into the ocean and swim to their tribe raft. The last person over the wall dives down to unclip a rope, releasing the raft. The tribe then paddles the raft towards shore. Once the tribe latches their raft to the hitching post on shore, they race to solve a brainteaser puzzle, which releases a giant ring. The tribe has the option to dig down several feet and search to uncover an answer key to solve the puzzle. Once the ring is released, the tribe attaches it to a rope that they use to throw at a grappling hook to unfurl their tribe flag. The first three tribes to raise their flags win Immunity. The race for Immunity begins as the Survivors plunge into the water. The Younger Women take an early lead and arrive first at the beach. The Younger Women finish first, then the Older Men. The race comes down to the Younger Men against the Older Women as both tribes struggle with the puzzle. In the end, the Younger Men successfully decipher the brainteaser, sending the Older Women to the first Tribal Council. Because the older women are all about the unity, instead for following what the other teams did, in having two dig for the solution and two work on the puzzle, 3 of them dug, while the 4th stood and stared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at camp, the Older Women have the unenviable task of deciding who is to be voted off. Isolating herself from the group, Tina wanders off in tears as the loss brings back memories of her son. "I lost my son in a car accident 4 months ago, and I miss him," she tearfully reveals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Cirie and Ruth-Marie trek to the water hole, feeling vulnerable, Cirie hatches a plan to save herself: "I don't want to say I am gunning for anyone, but I am going to try to get rid of the lumberjack lady." Cirie's plan gets complicated when Tina returns to camp with a huge fish. "There are a hundred reasons to keep Tina. She is a workhorse; she caught a fish today. I do think Cirie is the weak link right now," divulges &lt;a class="story_link" href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/survivor12/survivors/bio_melinda.shtml"&gt;Melinda&lt;/a&gt;. However, in the end, compatibility overpowers capability as Cirie gets her wish at Tribal Council, where the tribe votes Tina out in a 3-1 decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be an interesting few weeks with this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ghost Whisperer-Hell of a Climb:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Premise of the Show (for those who have not seen it before):&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melinda Gordon is a young newlywed with the unique ability to communicate with the earthbound spirits of people who have died -- and who seek her help. Melinda uses her gift to relay significant messages and important information to the living, but sometimes the messages she receives are intense and confusing. As a result, she is often met with questions and skepticism by the survivors. But when Melinda is able to help both the lost souls who contact her and those who are still alive, she knows that her unique talent is an asset and not a liability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The episode last night started with Andrea (Melinda's best friend) was asleep in her apartment when suddenly, her globe fell off the desk and rolled towards her bed, needless to say, the crash woke her up. Once awake, her tv came on, really really loud and on a rock climbing show...she could not get it turned off, so she unplugged it and it turned off. The window crashes open and it is suddenly very windy. Andrea decided to call her best friend because this is clearly very freaky deaky. While on the phone with Melinda, the tv turns back on, even though it is unplugged, Andrea screams and Melinda jumps in the car to go over with her uber hot hubby Jim. Melinda reveals that someone had been there, but was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, the girls are at work, they own an antique store in town. The ghost comes to visit Andrea while she is dealing with a customer, and tries to strangle her, Melinda yells at the ghost to go away and the ghost responds with "Andrea, I need help" so clearly the ghost knows her. It is decided that Andrea will come to stay with Jim and Melinda until they can sort this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, the ghost knocks the window out of the kitchen and Jim comes running with Melinda right behind him, she sees the ghost falling down the stairs and it says "I'm not dead" Which is weird, they talk about it and decide that the ghost is someone from Andrea's past, they start going through all her old pictures and they find him! His name is Dennis and they used to work together at the law offices in California. He had quit after only 4 months because he wanted to travel the world...but his brother lived near by, Andrea took off to go find the brother, and Melinda put Jim to work with all his connections to the hospitals (he is a paramedic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea heads to the gas station that Dennis' brother Charlie worked at, only to be told by the girlfriend that Dennis had picked Charlie up a week ago and that was the last she had heard...they had a fight and it was not unusual to go weeks without hearing from Charlie. When Andrea left, there was the message " St.John's CCU2W39L6" on the hood of her car, when she comes closer, it is gone...but luckily she wrote it down. She drives back to the store to show Melinda and they decide that it is a hospital code, they rush over and find Dennis in a hospital bed, he had fallen off a cliff while mountain climbing with his brother and dad. Dennis flatlines, the doctors come running and suddenly ghost Dennis is talking to Melinda saying "don't bring me back, you will never find my brother and dad if I am alive" Andrea tells dennis that she loves him and he dies. After doing all this freaky stuff like shocking the doctors and throwing the paddles across the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghost Dennis leads Melinda, Jim, Andrea and the search team up the mountain to find his brother, when they do, he is alive and holding an urn. It is their dad, he died and wanted his ashes sprinkled on the mountain...the boys had fallen while doing it. They get Charlie help, and he is reunited with the girlfriend and finally sprinkle the ashes as the father and Dennis watch. Dennis tells Melinda (who is also there) that he wants Andrea to know that he has always loved her too...then they cross over&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-113908681169270175?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/113908681169270175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/113908681169270175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113908681169270175' title='Survivor Episode 1 &amp; Ghost Whisper- Hell of a Climb'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-113908432150309267</id><published>2006-02-04T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T15:18:41.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the old grind</title><content type='html'>As most of my readers know, I used to report what is happening on my favourite shows on this blog, but as my life got hectic with church meetings and work I let my regular stuff slide, so I am reinstating that componant into my site, so I will be reporting on the following shows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Charmed (sunday nights)&lt;br /&gt;2.Grey's Anatomy (sunday nights)&lt;br /&gt;3.7th Heaven (monday nights)&lt;br /&gt;4.Related (monday nights)&lt;br /&gt;5.Gilmore Girls (tuesday nights)&lt;br /&gt;6. Amazing Race (Tuesday nights-feb28)&lt;br /&gt;7.Survivor (Thursday nights)&lt;br /&gt;8. Ghost Whispers (friday nights)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-113908432150309267?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/113908432150309267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/113908432150309267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113908432150309267' title='Back to the old grind'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-113879630916507762</id><published>2006-02-01T07:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T07:18:29.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated my life</title><content type='html'>~For once in my life, I am completely healthy right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~My small cat went nutso with my arm last night, it looks like a road map&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Congrats goes out to my friend Jason Parke "Parker" on his recent engagement to Jenn, I know the two of them will be beyond happy and they are "perfect" for each other, at the riskof sounding cheesy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I have lost the little ball to my hoop earring in the top of my ear...it is gone forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I went to the mall the other day and ordered something and the girl spelt February wrong, it was frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I went to hang out with my good friend Lynn yesterday because her children and husband were going out, it was fun to just sit around and chat without the children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Some children's parents are horrible, this kid is three years old and he was telling everyone to "F*** off"  I was shocked.  And he would just laugh about it, and when we called his father, it was "so...good for him"  GRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I have not been sleeping well lately, not sure what is happening there, and as much fun as seeing every hour pass through the night, it really isn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I am taking a week off in March because my parents are flying to Florida, and my sister is coming to stay with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Graham comes home in about 89 days and counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~That is equal to about 12 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~The church would not let me join the music committee as a member of the congregation because I am in the choir...I think that is discrimination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~This is the end of my post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-113879630916507762?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/113879630916507762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/113879630916507762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113879630916507762' title='Updated my life'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-113866509792505984</id><published>2006-01-30T18:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T18:51:37.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Irish Blessing</title><content type='html'>Always remember to forget the things that made you sad&lt;br /&gt;But never forget to remember the things that made you glad&lt;br /&gt;Always remember to forget the troubles that passed away&lt;br /&gt;But never forget to remember the blessings that come each day&lt;br /&gt;May you always have work for your hands to do&lt;br /&gt;May your pockets hold always a coin or two&lt;br /&gt;May the sun shine bright on your windowpane&lt;br /&gt;May the rainbow be certain to follow each rain&lt;br /&gt;May the hand of a friend always be near you&lt;br /&gt;And may God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you&lt;br /&gt;May the road rise up to meet you&lt;br /&gt;May the wind be always at your back&lt;br /&gt;May the sun shine warm upon your face&lt;br /&gt;And the rains fall soft upon your fields&lt;br /&gt;And until we meet again, my friend&lt;br /&gt;May God hold you in the palm of His hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has not promised skies always blue,&lt;br /&gt;Flower-strewn pathways all our lives through,&lt;br /&gt;God has not promised sun without rain,&lt;br /&gt;Joy without sorrow, peace without pain.&lt;br /&gt;God has not promised we shall not known&lt;br /&gt;Toil and temptation, trouble and woe.&lt;br /&gt;He has not told us we will not bear&lt;br /&gt;Many a burden, many a care,&lt;br /&gt;But God has promised strength for the day,&lt;br /&gt;Rest for the labourer, kight for the way,&lt;br /&gt;Grace for the trials, help from above,&lt;br /&gt;Unfailing sympathy and undying love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-113866509792505984?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/113866509792505984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/113866509792505984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113866509792505984' title='An Irish Blessing'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-113849128466662961</id><published>2006-01-28T18:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T18:34:44.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions I tend to ask myself frequently</title><content type='html'>1. How is it that I can go backwards on the ecosystem list? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Why do people take leisure walks through the malls on Saturday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  How is it possible to hire people who have no grasp on the english language to work in the service industry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Why is it that I am constantly saying good bye to people I care about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Where did the little ball from my earing go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Why did you bite him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you want to lick this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  What did happen to the tan M&amp;Ms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Why did they leave my favourite song off the Rent soundtrack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Where did all the cowboys go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  What is rounder than a ring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  What lasts forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  Where is Angola?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.  What happened to 13?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.  What are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. How many drinks is too many?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.  How many licks does it take to get to the centre of a tootsie pop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.  Why can't I stop spending money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Why can't I come up with more questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-113849128466662961?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/113849128466662961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/113849128466662961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113849128466662961' title='Questions I tend to ask myself frequently'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-113790672487257542</id><published>2006-01-22T00:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T00:12:04.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops</title><content type='html'>So, I lied...Road is actually only 2 years old, not three as previously reported...I am a horrible mother.  I apologize for the misleading post before, and my comments have thus been retracted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-113790672487257542?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/113790672487257542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/113790672487257542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113790672487257542' title='Oops'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-113786175422586801</id><published>2006-01-21T11:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T11:42:34.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>"The Road Not Taken" turned 3 years old yesterday.  Wow, that is a old.  I may not blog everyday, and it might have changed formats over the years, but the thing that has not changed is that I still have my few loyal readers who come back every so often to see what I have to say.  So "I" (means Road) would not be here with all you help...so thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-113786175422586801?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/113786175422586801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/113786175422586801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113786175422586801' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-113729608331090697</id><published>2006-01-14T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T22:34:43.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A whole bunch of stuff</title><content type='html'>I'm not even sure what I want to write about in this post...there is just way too much stuff muddled up and stuck in my brain just begging to get out and I have no idea how to release it all...I also felt that it had been way way too long since I had last written in here...so I figured, what the heck, why not write a post even if it is about nothing...people love you, so they will forgive you if you suck every now and then...right?  At least, I hope that is the case right now...my head and heart are hurting a little bit right now...I am sad, very very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I sad?  Well, I will tell you.  Graham has gone back to Moncton for his last semester.  That should make me happy right!  Not that he is gone, that will never EVER make me happy, but rather that he is in his last semester which means that he will come home again in May and not leave me again.  I wish that were true...there is a very good chance that he will not be returning for good...no matter how much my father says that Mac is a good school...Graham might just choose to go to Acadia (in Nova Scotia) or even Southern Baptist Seminary, which is in Kentucky USA...so, that has me a little down.  But the very fact that he is in Moncton makes me sad...I want him back here...I miss him...I know, I am sad and pathetic right now.  What else is making me sad these days?  The thought of going back to work is unappealing...don't get me wrong, I love my job...it just takes up too much of my time.  The election is also making me sad...smear campaigns are not my thing and frankly I think all the parties are lead by complete losers who will only run our country into the ground...oh wait, we are already there.  Moral decline also makes me sad...so does under-aged drinking, and prostitots...and the fact that my room is still a war zone...not a fan...but also have very little motivation to clean it up.  Oh, and AMES, the CD did not work...that also makes me sad..so does the fact that Alicia went in for surgery and DID NOT TELL ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that I am happy about right now?  Ames and Me and Judy (Graham's mom) are road tripping it out to Moncton in May to see Graham graduate...we are Thelma/Louise/Bonnie-ing it up...which is going to rock.  Me and my mom have been getting along so far...but I have only been home for 2 1/5 days...so that might change.  My cold is almost gone.  I put up a whole bunch of new pictures because I got a lot of picture frames for Christmas.  I am off of the deacon's board for real...I am going to a concert on Friday with Ames...true we are watching Chris Taylor's band...and I am not a personal fan of that guy, but I heard that the band was good...so I will check it out.  I have a lot of peanut free chocolate to eat right now, that is heavenly, I go back to work on Monday--I know that was on the other list, but I miss my kids.  I have a lot of weddings coming up...those are fun...my hair is brown again...I am listening to a good CD right now...it is the one that Graham made me, the non-Christmas one...with our song on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all I got for right now...I need to go eat some food...how about a song...how about one that fits my theme....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Never Let You Go&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Philmore&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go, but I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll be back for you&lt;br /&gt;Please don't be scared, 'cause if you need me, I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold you near and I will wipe away your tears&lt;br /&gt;I'll wipe away your fears&lt;br /&gt;I'll wrap you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you safe from harm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting too&lt;br /&gt;When the time is right I'll be back for you&lt;br /&gt;You've waited patiently, and you still believe in me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back for you and I won't ever let you go&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means so much for me to know&lt;br /&gt;You love me too&lt;br /&gt;That is all I ever want to hear from you&lt;br /&gt;So please don't be scared&lt;br /&gt;If you need me I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold you close, I'll keep you near&lt;br /&gt;You'll never cry another tear&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold you hand and you'll hold mine&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be right by your side&lt;br /&gt;And I will never let you go&lt;br /&gt;That's one thing I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be by your side&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-113729608331090697?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/113729608331090697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/113729608331090697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113729608331090697' title='A whole bunch of stuff'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-113633169164813660</id><published>2006-01-03T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T18:41:31.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>~I am currently at home after part one of my Christmas vacation.  I head back in the direction of Cambridge on Saturday for a few days before Graham heads back to the East Coast...sob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Apparently I was missed though...not enough to keep me in the classroom...I was still shipped elsewhere...but that is the life of an ECEer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I went to see Rent over the break...it was pretty good, it made me cry like a baby, but what else is new right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I was given a "Marriage Prayer" for Christmas by my parents...strangely enough though, I am not getting married...at least not that I know of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I cut my leg last week on like Friday and it is still bleeding...that can't be good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I was sick on New Years...how sucky is that...I think me and Graham should try again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I am writting this from my new "office area" in my room, I was given a desk and chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Tonight is my last deacon's meeting...I am officially finished at the end of the month...yay for stepping down from church boards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~That is all I got for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-113633169164813660?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/113633169164813660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/113633169164813660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113633169164813660' title='Update'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-113513077618797522</id><published>2005-12-20T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T21:06:16.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas Rant</title><content type='html'>Okay, it seriously, seriously, SERIOUSLY pisses me off when people exclude Jesus Christ from the Christmas Celebrations.  He is the very reason for the holiday, if Jesus had not been born, there would be no Christmas people...think about it.  It frustrates me beyond all reason when people try telling me that I cannot wish people a merry Christmas, instead I must say "Happy Holidays" or "Seasons greetings"  IT'S CHRISTMAS!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background story to this rant: We had our Christmas concert at work last week, and we were closing it by singing "We Wish You A Merry Christmas" and a woman that I work with decided that we needed to be politically correct and change the words to "We wish you a festive holiday"  I flipped to say the least...I told her in no uncertain terms, that is is CHRISTMAS and I would refuse to be any part of this concert if they excluded that fact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on now, we don't go around changing the name of any other religious celebration...it is still Kwanza, Ramadan, Yom Kippor, Dawali...so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEEP CHRIST IN CHRISTMAS PLEASE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-113513077618797522?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/113513077618797522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/113513077618797522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113513077618797522' title='A Christmas Rant'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-113431021980841384</id><published>2005-12-11T08:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T09:10:22.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>O-K-L-A-H-O-M-A, Oklahoma, OK</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday, December 4, I had the special honour of going and seeing my good friend Nathan Carroll in the musical "Oklahoma"  Now, I have never seen this musical before, lets face it, until now, I have really only ever seen one musical in my life and that was "Anne of Green Gables"&lt;br /&gt;But back to "Oklahoma", for those who don't know, the basic gist of the play is that there is a girl named Laury and she has to pick between two suitors as to whom she will go to the box social with.  Classic story line really.  Nathan Carroll played Curly, one of the two suitors for Laury.  I honestly sat there through the whole thing with a shocked suprised but very happy look on my face.  He was absolutely amazing!  I mean, I had heard him sing before, but that was a long long time ago.  Wow, was all I could say.  Nathan was definately the high-light for me in the play, but I can not mention the play without mentioning the songs that I loved the most from it...&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, What a Beautiful Morning"&lt;br /&gt;"The Surrey with the Fringe on Top"&lt;br /&gt;"People will say we're in love"&lt;br /&gt;"Oklahoma"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were more songs of course, but these are the ones I liked the most.&lt;br /&gt;The only downers for the play were the unfortunate violinist and the overly long intro music.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the play was excellent and if today was not the last day of preformances, I would definately recommend it to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenelle's rating--A&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-113431021980841384?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/113431021980841384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/113431021980841384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113431021980841384' title='O-K-L-A-H-O-M-A, Oklahoma, OK'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-113358098198387898</id><published>2005-12-02T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T22:36:21.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3758/331/1600/jenelle%20002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3758/331/400/jenelle%20002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a picture of me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-113358098198387898?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/113358098198387898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/113358098198387898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113358098198387898' title='It&apos;s me!'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-113358069248059147</id><published>2005-12-02T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T22:31:32.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And theres the rub (an update)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3758/331/1600/my%20kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3758/331/400/my%20kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;---those are my kids at work, with Rita and Marlene, they ae a good group, some of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I have Lipoma---what is that you ask? It is a build up of fat tissues under the skin that causes a non-cancerous lump...it will never become cancer, it is just really painful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Graham comes home on the 17th of December!!  YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;---Aren't they a cute bunch of children?  I think they are, I adore them, they are so much fun and even though I complain about it, it is my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~It has been a very odd week, I seem to be "reconnecting" with a lot of old friends this week...actually just in the last couple days...I have talked to Allan from the BL class, Elise, Dave (which was an unfortunate email that should never have been read), my friend Nick is home from Budapest for Christmas, plus all the old youth group is home for the holidays as well...it's just crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Apparently I was in the free paper in the WA this past week with the conspiracy theory of the brown M&amp;Ms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I finished all my Christmas shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I am headed to Simcoe this weekend to see Nathan Carroll (Nathan's cooler) in a musical...Oklahoma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I bed need now....thats not a proper english sentence...awww...screw it, I give up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-113358069248059147?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/113358069248059147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/113358069248059147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113358069248059147' title='And theres the rub (an update)'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-113287612982604111</id><published>2005-11-24T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T19:15:05.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Wish I Have Known Sooner...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;...AND OTHER HELPFUL HINTS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not drink grape juice, while wearing a white shirt and driving in a car with my mom...it does not end pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not let your life wait for other people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropping your cell phone into a bathtub full of water...kinda kills the phone real quick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mother will find out if you dye your hair purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have not really lived until you get a 48% on a test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not ever fall in love with a person who is more than 2000 km away from you, it never usually works out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milk crates make really neat pets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it hurts, DO NOT DO IT AGAIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That which does not kill you, will ultimately make you stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Public speaking gets easier with practice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't sprint around the pool if you're trying to impersonate Jim from Huck Finn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years from now, the things we are freaking out about will  make little difference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that is gold doesn't always glisten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zits always pop up when you really can't afford them to pop up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always stay after class because that is when connections are made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When in doubt, duck.  When certain, don't bother, cuz you are already screwed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in a car driving through a gate, always always ALWAYS make sure that the gate is open!  The consequences could be fatal for your car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are not living (I mean really living), you are dead already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never pierce your belly button in the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because someone flirts with you incessantly does not necessarily mean they like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your teacher tells you to stop talking after a test or you will get a zero...they mean it...really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes smart people can do really really stupid things...don't judge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being nice to people will get you far in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one person whom you can truly love is usually the person right in from of you and you don't even know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never ever EVER let a person of the opposite sex make you compromise your standards.  Never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is ever too good to be true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys, if you starts to like a girl, her room mate will immediately start liking you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents aren't around forever, and you need to treasure them while they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never do something if the risk is greater than the reward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think carefully before you act&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming and doing go hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life moves fast, but not so fast that you can't slow down and enjoy it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of waiting for life to get better, DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You REALLY should do what needs to be done NOW, and not later.  Procrastination is the easiest way, but not the most profitable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your intuition is telling you not to do something, listen to it.  Your intuition is not stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cereal is a vital staple food for college students.  Who cares how silly you look eating it at 8pm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he/she does not respect you, then he/she is not worth your time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys, learn to play the electric guitar...young girls really dig it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not juggle knives unless you are really really really good at it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If at first you don't succeed...try again, then give up.  No sense being riduculous about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sticking things up your nose is never the smartest idea in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot light fireworks in the basement and not get caught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair is flammable.  VERY flammable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never ever trust a friend with a pair of scissors next to your head, I don't care how close you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dying hair that is strawberry blond, strawberry blond, will turn your hair strawberry pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday you will look back on everything and it will all seem funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know when you are making a memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe heart does heal, and you will love like this again---except that when you do, you will deny that you ever felt like this before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing matters if you don't have loved ones to share it with.  Your siblings are very precious.  If you don't know this now, you will---trust me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can laugh at yourself, you will be just fine&lt;br /&gt;If you let others laugh with you...you will be even better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissing is one of the most fun things to do...dancing is almost as fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-113287612982604111?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/113287612982604111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/113287612982604111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113287612982604111' title='What I Wish I Have Known Sooner...'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-113271635951917025</id><published>2005-11-22T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T22:25:59.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another few Songs to be added to my list of favourites</title><content type='html'>Okay, so you all know that I am a huge fan of music, I love it, all different types.  There have been several songs that I have heard over the past few months (especially when I seemed to be sadder than usual) that these songs seemed to be "written just for me" or "how do all these song writters know what I am thinking/feeling?"  It's crazy!!!  But I also like to share with my readers all the songs that I feel strongly about that they were written for me...last entry I posted "A Plain Morning" by Dashboard...honestly, when Ames played that song for me I was like..."Crap, why does this song make me think of Graham?"  Oh yeah, it is a guy singing about how he had to leave his girl behind but he is coming home soon...sound familar?  This time, I am posting another song that whenever I hear it (which is quite often these days)  I cannot help but smile and think of a month from now when Graham comes home for Christmas :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boston and St.John's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Great Big Sea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, don't tell me that it's morning&lt;br /&gt;Can we keep the curtains drawn&lt;br /&gt;I haven't given you fair warning&lt;br /&gt;But our ship, she sails at dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;It's true I must be going but I swear I won't be long&lt;br /&gt;There isn't that much ocean between Boston and St. John's&lt;br /&gt;I'm a rover and I'm bound to sail away&lt;br /&gt;I'm a rover can you love me anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if some suitor comes approaching&lt;br /&gt;Will you let him through your door&lt;br /&gt;And what if I return half broken&lt;br /&gt;Will you still want me anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and dream&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you see&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you want&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me that you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-113271635951917025?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/113271635951917025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/113271635951917025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113271635951917025' title='Another few Songs to be added to my list of favourites'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-113235737672846260</id><published>2005-11-18T18:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T18:42:56.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A fantastic, super great, wonderful even SONG</title><content type='html'>I came across this song on my way home from the "WA" where I was visiting my girls, thank you to AMES for introducing it to me...it makes me sad but happy at the same time...I can not explain...just read the words, you will understand my reasons...if not, that is what the comments are for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Plain Morning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dashboard Confessional&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's yet to be determined&lt;br /&gt;But the air is thick&lt;br /&gt;And my hope is feeling worn&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad you're not a part of this&lt;br /&gt;There's parts of me that will be missed&lt;br /&gt;And the phone is always dead to me&lt;br /&gt;So I can't tell you the temperature is dropping&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like...&lt;br /&gt;It's colder than it oughtta be in March&lt;br /&gt;And I've still got a day or two ahead of me&lt;br /&gt;Till I'll be heading home into your arms again&lt;br /&gt;And the people here are asking after you&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't make it easier&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't make it easier to be away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to hire a plane&lt;br /&gt;And see you in the morning&lt;br /&gt;When the day is fresh I'm coming home again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Coming home again&lt;br /&gt;When the day is fresh I'm coming home again&lt;br /&gt;It's warmer where you're waiting&lt;br /&gt;It feels more like July&lt;br /&gt;There's pillows in their cases&lt;br /&gt;And one of those is mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wrote the words I love you&lt;br /&gt;And sprayed it with perfume&lt;br /&gt;Its better than the fire is&lt;br /&gt;To heat this lonely room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's warmer where you're waiting&lt;br /&gt;It feels more like JulyIt feels more like July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's yet to be determined&lt;br /&gt;But the air is thick&lt;br /&gt;And my hope is feeling worn&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing home&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad you're not a part of this&lt;br /&gt;There's parts of me that will be missed&lt;br /&gt;And the phone is always dead to me&lt;br /&gt;So I can't tell you the temperature is dropping&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like...&lt;br /&gt;It's colder than it oughtta be in March&lt;br /&gt;And I've still got a day or two ahead of me&lt;br /&gt;Till I'll be heading home into your arms again&lt;br /&gt;And the people here are asking after you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't make it easier&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't make it easier to be away&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to hire a plane&lt;br /&gt;And see you in the morning&lt;br /&gt;When the day is fresh I'm coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Coming home again&lt;br /&gt;When the day is fresh I'm coming home again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is one just for you Ames, we were wondering about these lyrics...so here they are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy's Song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Switchfoot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy's gone&lt;br /&gt;And time rolls on&lt;br /&gt;How far?  How fast?  How long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time we saw Amy&lt;br /&gt;She was headed for the shore&lt;br /&gt;Fighting off the volitile gray skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said now begins forever&lt;br /&gt;And that no one knows their time&lt;br /&gt;We bid farewell not knowing&lt;br /&gt;That might be our last goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy was a fighter&lt;br /&gt;She cut like Casius Clay&lt;br /&gt;She burns like a fire&lt;br /&gt;Despite these rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where time was a question&lt;br /&gt;She knew only one song&lt;br /&gt;She's singing "how far, how fast, how long?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salvation is a fire&lt;br /&gt;In the midnight of the soul&lt;br /&gt;It lights up like a can of gasoline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she a freedom fighter&lt;br /&gt;She's a stand up kind of girl&lt;br /&gt;She's out to start a fire&lt;br /&gt;In a bar code plastic world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything stops moving&lt;br /&gt;And I stop to catch my breath&lt;br /&gt;And ride my train of thought&lt;br /&gt;All the way around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts return to Amy&lt;br /&gt;And the fire she's begun&lt;br /&gt;She came when we were freezing&lt;br /&gt;And left us burning up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-113235737672846260?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/113235737672846260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/113235737672846260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113235737672846260' title='A fantastic, super great, wonderful even SONG'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-113159392972092436</id><published>2005-11-09T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T22:38:49.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I love</title><content type='html'>1. Graham&lt;br /&gt;2. my family&lt;br /&gt;3.my church --FBC Brampton&lt;br /&gt;4. my job--Active Kids Daycare---PRESCHOOL TEACHER&lt;br /&gt;5. Camp Hermosa--sans Kathy of course&lt;br /&gt;6. country music&lt;br /&gt;7. fairy tale endings&lt;br /&gt;8.weddings---attending, planning&lt;br /&gt;9. renaissance princess dresse&lt;br /&gt;10. concerts at my church&lt;br /&gt;11. Fab 4 +2&lt;br /&gt;12. going on vacation&lt;br /&gt;13. the way Graham's hand fits mine&lt;br /&gt;14. fuzzy peaches&lt;br /&gt;15. sleeping in until noon&lt;br /&gt;16. the Santa Claus Parade&lt;br /&gt;17. Christmas&lt;br /&gt;18. the first snow fall of the year&lt;br /&gt;19. McCann Deep and Delicious chocolate cake&lt;br /&gt;20. singing in the choir&lt;br /&gt;21. my worship band&lt;br /&gt;22. Scenic Lookout in Park Hill&lt;br /&gt;23. Grand Bend&lt;br /&gt;24. Scottish Festivals&lt;br /&gt;25. British Pubs&lt;br /&gt;26. the way Graham makes me feel better when I am sad/sick/angry&lt;br /&gt;27. Chick Flick movies&lt;br /&gt;28. my BL friends&lt;br /&gt;29. Wal-Mart&lt;br /&gt;30. the fact that Graham towers over me&lt;br /&gt;31.  the fact that Graham promised to marry me &lt;strong&gt;some day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. the fact I can sing along with almost any song on the radio&lt;br /&gt;33. Birthdays&lt;br /&gt;34. buying new clothes&lt;br /&gt;35. stuffed animals&lt;br /&gt;36. reading christian romance novels&lt;br /&gt;37. my co-workers Rita and Marlene, and former Alicia&lt;br /&gt;38. hearing about how other people got engaged&lt;br /&gt;39. reconnecting with old friends&lt;br /&gt;40. hearing Graham's voice on the other end of the phone&lt;br /&gt;41. seeing him in person is better&lt;br /&gt;42. Graham again&lt;br /&gt;43. looking through old picture&lt;br /&gt;44.  trying on pretty dresses at the store&lt;br /&gt;45. GRAHAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I am done, enjoy, comment, I like comments&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-113159392972092436?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/113159392972092436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/113159392972092436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113159392972092436' title='Things I love'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-113123509340471002</id><published>2005-11-05T18:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T18:58:13.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME</title><content type='html'>So, this was my "week off", notice the quotations because really, I worked everyday at the day care, but my evenings were supposed to be free, because that is what I needed, time to be by myself and just relax...and no matter what I did, something came up and I ended up out of the house almost every night...even if it was just a few minutes, and if by some chance I got to stay in, something would happen via email or MSN that stopped all relaxation and made me say "YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started this weekend, I went to hang out with Ames, which was good, because it served as my "distraction" towards missing Graham (I am sad, I know it)...and it worked for the most part, we went "shopping" even though we only got earings...then we went and got junk food for the movies that night (I only brought the best chick flicks I could find) and then we bought the drinks (which were very yummy) and then we went back to Amy's and watched the movies...and downloaded music...which we never burned...but next time.  Sunday was a little harder, I tried to find it, not sure if I succeeded or not (Ames?) but it was kinda weird being at FBCG and Graham not being there...I don't know...I'm crazy though...then we went to lunch at The Mongolian Grill and I am pretty sure the waiter was hitting on Ames the whole time...it was fun, and then Super Pet and we visited Judy at her new house, which is beautiful by the way.  When we got back to Guelph (because we were in Cambridge) we decided to get all our tickets booked for our fun filled trip to Ottawa next weekend...pretty sure we get into Ottawa at 2:10 in the morning...that will be fun and we are still a little worried about getting to T.O to catch the bus to Ottawa...but it will all work out, I am looking forward to the time with the girls...be prepared, I WILL NEED DISTRACTING!  Euchre galore ladies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was all that lead up to my relax week...I knew the weekend would be crazy, so I planned to do nothing.  But then, Monday was Halloween and I had to hand out candy...Tuesday was the Deacons Meeting at the church, which I am a part of and that went longer than I thought it would...and then when I finally got home, I talked to Elise for a while, which was nice because I have not talked to her in a LONG LONG time...and it was insightful, I mean, I am thrilled that she finally came to her sense and broke up with Kyle, because we all know what a loser him and his friends are...so YAY Elise, but then she told me that she is getting married to a guy named Scott...which cause the above mentioned reaction of "YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!" Then Wednesday came around, finally a night where I just stayed home, I watched some TV for a while and then innocently checked my email...I had one from Melissa from my BL class, it informed me that on her trip to New Brunswick to visit Gerry, they got engaged, which again, the above respond was heard from me, do not get me wrong, I am thrilled for them, and I always knew deep down that they would get married, but they weren't even dating...they were together for like 2 weeks officially at school and then broke up, and now they are getting married in Simcoe on Oct 22, 2006 most likely...Then thursday was choir, which is good, I like singing, but the same day at work, I burned my arms, we are not sure how I did it, but it was some sort of chemical that spilled on my arms and burnt them...it was quite painful, so I was not too thrilled about going to choir, but decided that I should go for at least a few minutes to sing the song for Sunday...but then the choir director yelled at me for missing so much choir...grrrr...stressful I tell you.  Friday was painful because of my arms, and we went out to dinner and my mom was on my case because I am the same age as my sister was when she got engaged and I am not...and it made me mad because she is always on my case...I threw a dinner roll at her...probably not the best solution but my arms hurt and I was crabby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, I went to the mall to use my birthday money from my grandparents and the place was completely decked out for Christmas...it is only the beginning of NOVEMBER!!!!  Very frustrating...true, I was also at the mall to start the christmas shopping so I was not rushing at the end...but that is besides the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my week...hopefully this next one is better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-113123509340471002?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/113123509340471002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/113123509340471002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113123509340471002' title='YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-113106265366763028</id><published>2005-11-03T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T19:04:13.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weddings Up The WaZoo</title><content type='html'>Congrats goes out to the follow people, all of whom have informed me (in the past few months even) that they are engaged (or almost engaged) with plans to be married in either 2006-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Marlene and Paul--she is my co-worker&lt;br /&gt;~Rita and Stephen--she is another co-worker&lt;br /&gt;~Marisol and Jorge--another&lt;br /&gt;~Ashley and Mike--another&lt;br /&gt;~Alicia and Craig--a former co-worker&lt;br /&gt;~Elise and Scott--she is a camp friend (YAY HERMOSA!!)&lt;br /&gt;~Colin and Heidi--Colin went to BL with me&lt;br /&gt;~Gerry and Melissa--they both went to BL with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW, that is a lot of people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-113106265366763028?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/113106265366763028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/113106265366763028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113106265366763028' title='Weddings Up The WaZoo'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-112924408028458381</id><published>2005-10-13T18:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T18:54:40.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>~It is my birthday on Monday, I will be 22!  Shoot...I am old, I am going to die soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~It's official...I have my first cold of the new school year (even though I am not at school...but anyways)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I will be going to Ottawa soon to visit my girls...(November something) which is good...I need some distracting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I almost died today, a rock flew up and hit our windshield and my dad swerved and we ended up in a ditch...we are both alright, just kinda scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Darren DeGraff has been promoted!!!! ACK!  No longer in charge of the Youth, he is now the Director of Leadership...I think he is stalking me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~So my hair is now black...with orangy/red/brown/blond streaks through it...not sure if I like it yet...we will have to wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Today the children drove me insane!!!!  Honestly....I lost my voice yelling at them...and I wanted to quit on the spot but Gill told me that I would regret it in the morning...so I stayed...and she was right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Someone bought Krispy Kreme Doughnouts for the whole staff today...it was nice, I like doughnought...yum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I cleaned my room yesterday...good thing to...I found the socks that I had lost a month ago under my bed...scary thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I have discovered that I have a great love for Great Big Sea music...I love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I have choir practice in about an hour and I cannot sing...why am I going again?  I have no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Is this getting pointless and rambling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Yes, I think it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Maybe I should end this now...good idea...I like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Song for Today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I really meant to say:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cyndi Thompson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me by surprise&lt;br /&gt;When I saw you standing there&lt;br /&gt;Close enough to touch&lt;br /&gt;Breathing the same air&lt;br /&gt;You asked me how I'd been&lt;br /&gt;I guess thats when I smiled and said just fine&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but baby I was dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I really meant to say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is I'm dying here inside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I miss you more each day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's not a night I haven t cried&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And baby here's the truth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm still in love with you, yeah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's what I really meant to say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as you walked away&lt;br /&gt;The echo of my words&lt;br /&gt;Cut just like a knife&lt;br /&gt;Cut so deep it hurt&lt;br /&gt;I held back the tears&lt;br /&gt;Held on to my pride and watched you go&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you ll ever know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I really meant to say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is I'm dying here inside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I miss you more each day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's not a night I haven't cried&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And baby here's the truth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm still in love with you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I really meant to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is I'm really not that strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter how I try&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm still holding on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And here's the honest truth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm still in love with you, yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I really meant to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I really meant to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I really meant to say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-112924408028458381?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/112924408028458381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/112924408028458381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112924408028458381' title='Update'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-112778609024160236</id><published>2005-09-26T21:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T21:54:50.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Me</title><content type='html'>So apparently I have taken a liking to "upgrading" my life...what does this mean you might be asking yourself...well my friends it means that now I am a "professional" in the (gulp) "REAL WORLD!" So, I went out and bought myself a new tv, a new dvd player and this fancy laptop to spend more time online...this can't be good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I also wanted to add in this new QUESTION OF THE WEEK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you always wanted to do but have never done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer...then I will&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-112778609024160236?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/112778609024160236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/112778609024160236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112778609024160236' title='The New Me'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-112698910813424455</id><published>2005-09-17T16:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T16:31:48.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Devotional</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Let It Go!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Get rid of your sins" Job 11:14 (NLT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;God's way is to tell it like it is.  He doesn't put a bandage over an infected wound.  He insists that it be lanced, drained, cleansed and given time to heal.  &lt;em&gt;"But I had a child out of wedlock.  I've been to prision.  I've had an abortion.  I've failed badly." &lt;/em&gt;Do not get discouraged; God is not moved by our virtues; He's touched by "&lt;em&gt;the feeling of our infirmities." (&lt;strong&gt;Hebrews 4:15)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Listen: &lt;em&gt;"For since He Himself has now been through sufferings and temptation, He knows what it's like...and He is wonderfully able to help us."&lt;strong&gt;(Heb 2:18 TLB)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Can someone with my past touch God and their future be forever changed?"&lt;/em&gt; YES! "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Emmanuel's veins; the sinners plunged beneath the flood, lose all their guilty stains."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The rewards of repentance are awesome.  Job writes "&lt;em&gt;Prepare your heart and lift up your hands to him in prayer!  Get rid od your sins and leave all iniquities behind you.  Then your face will brighten in innocence.  You will be strong and free of fear.  You will forget your misery.  It will all be gone like water under a bridge...you will have courage because you will have hope.  You will be protected and will rest in safety.  You will lie down unafraid, and many will look to you for help" &lt;strong&gt;(Job 11-13-19 NLT)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Go ahead, step into the river of God's mercy and let it flow over you, setting you free.  Whether it's the guilt of something you've done or the pain for something that was done to you---LET IT GO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Soul food reading: 1 Sam 1-4, Jn 12:12-19, Ps 78: 56-64, Pr 20:25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-112698910813424455?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/112698910813424455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/112698910813424455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112698910813424455' title='Daily Devotional'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-112595913639845807</id><published>2005-09-05T18:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T18:25:36.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How weird am I?</title><content type='html'>Okay, so a past post got me thinking about how strange and quirky I really am...I thought that I would share some of my quirkiness with the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I am a daycare teacher yet I cannot stand the thought of my own children (when I have them) being stuck into the system...how weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I want to go to Alabama because of a movie and my love of accents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~This also applies for many other states too...the Carolinas, Texas...just to name a few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I mismatch my socks...all the time...even when I go to church...sometimes I colour co-ordinate my mismatched socks...like if I am wearing black pants and a red shirt, I wear a black sock and a red sock...not only this, but I mismatch my earing and my ponytails, and my mittens in the winter and sometimes even my shoes (depending on the circumstances)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I am very stubborn...pretty sure I do not actually want to lead at Fall Retreat this month, the only reason I wanted it so badly was because Kathy told me "no"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I'm a shop-a-holic...pretty sure I just went out and bought a TV because it was cute...not to mention all the other nonsense things I have boughten over the years...a tennis skirt, a yoga mat, a fuzzy pink rug...come on, what is with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all that I can think of right now...what else makes me quirky?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-112595913639845807?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/112595913639845807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/112595913639845807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112595913639845807' title='How weird am I?'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-112593554107840698</id><published>2005-09-05T11:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T11:52:21.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions of the Week</title><content type='html'>Okay, I have 2 questions, that I want answered before I give you my answers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What song (and it can be any) would best describe "you" in your opinion of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. And what song would you give to me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-112593554107840698?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/112593554107840698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/112593554107840698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112593554107840698' title='Questions of the Week'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-112578835805547114</id><published>2005-09-03T18:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T18:59:18.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Places I want to go...Part 2</title><content type='html'>More places:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Alabama&lt;br /&gt;~Alaska&lt;br /&gt;~Arizona (grand canyon)&lt;br /&gt;~California (L.A, San Fran)&lt;br /&gt;~Colorado (skiing...sure I don't know how, but I could learn)&lt;br /&gt;~Miami Florida&lt;br /&gt;~Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;~Chicago, Illinois&lt;br /&gt;~Lousiana (just not anytime soon...my thoughts and prayers are there)&lt;br /&gt;~Boston, Mass&lt;br /&gt;~Las Vegas, Nevada&lt;br /&gt;~New York, New York&lt;br /&gt;~The Carolina's&lt;br /&gt;~Texas&lt;br /&gt;~Washington DC&lt;br /&gt;~BC&lt;br /&gt;~Alberta&lt;br /&gt;~Manitoba&lt;br /&gt;~Sask.&lt;br /&gt;~Newfoundland&lt;br /&gt;~Cape Breton&lt;br /&gt;~England&lt;br /&gt;~Scotland&lt;br /&gt;~Wales&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-112578835805547114?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/112578835805547114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/112578835805547114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112578835805547114' title='Places I want to go...Part 2'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-112578805448570370</id><published>2005-09-02T18:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T18:54:14.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Places I want to go...</title><content type='html'>Here is a  list of all the places I want to go in the future:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Mexico&lt;br /&gt;~Panama&lt;br /&gt;~Costa Rica&lt;br /&gt;~Anywhere and everywhere in the Caribbean&lt;br /&gt;~Bolivia&lt;br /&gt;~Brazil&lt;br /&gt;~France&lt;br /&gt;~Ireland&lt;br /&gt;~Italy&lt;br /&gt;~Monaco&lt;br /&gt;~Portugal&lt;br /&gt;~Spain&lt;br /&gt;~Austria&lt;br /&gt;~Czech&lt;br /&gt;~Denmark&lt;br /&gt;~Germany&lt;br /&gt;~Sweden&lt;br /&gt;~Greece&lt;br /&gt;~Israel (once the bombing stops)&lt;br /&gt;~China&lt;br /&gt;~Japan&lt;br /&gt;~Russia&lt;br /&gt;~Rwanda&lt;br /&gt;~Australia&lt;br /&gt;~Fiji&lt;br /&gt;~New Zealand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-112578805448570370?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/112578805448570370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/112578805448570370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112578805448570370' title='Places I want to go...'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-112463229375694411</id><published>2005-08-21T09:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T09:51:33.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Places I have been...</title><content type='html'>Here is a list of places that I have been (including states and provinces)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ohio&lt;br /&gt;~New York&lt;br /&gt;~Tennessee&lt;br /&gt;~Michigan&lt;br /&gt;~Kentucky&lt;br /&gt;~Georgia&lt;br /&gt;~Florida&lt;br /&gt;~Vermont&lt;br /&gt;~New Hampshire&lt;br /&gt;~Maine&lt;br /&gt;~Quebec&lt;br /&gt;~New Bunswick&lt;br /&gt;~Nova Scotia&lt;br /&gt;~PEI&lt;br /&gt;~El Salvador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT EDITION:&lt;br /&gt;Places I would like to go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-112463229375694411?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/112463229375694411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/112463229375694411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112463229375694411' title='Places I have been...'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-112448397452098428</id><published>2005-08-19T16:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T16:39:34.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Kelly Lyrics!</title><content type='html'>These are the lyrics to my favourite &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Hello Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lyrics!  Look them up, listen to them, they are fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Paperbag Princess&lt;br /&gt;by Hello Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Elizabeth, don't raise the drawbridge darling.&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting a long time for someone like you.&lt;br /&gt;For someone like you.&lt;br /&gt;You hide behind your insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;The paper bag around your waist&lt;br /&gt;And the mud upon your face puts them above you.&lt;br /&gt;But I still love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause I'm standing in my tin foil armour,&lt;br /&gt;My dollar store broad sword is by your side.&lt;br /&gt;And did Ronald break your heart when he called you ugly?&lt;br /&gt;And can I hold you arm?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Elizabeth I'm just a peasant school boy.&lt;br /&gt;But I've been waiting a long time to hold your hand,&lt;br /&gt;Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a soldier and I'm not a king,&lt;br /&gt;But I can play a mean guitar&lt;br /&gt;And you can talk to me about almost anything,&lt;br /&gt;Without worrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause I'm standing in my tin foil armour,&lt;br /&gt;My dollar store broad sword is by your side.&lt;br /&gt;And did Roland break your heart when he called you ugly?&lt;br /&gt;And can I hold you arm?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Elizabeth don't think that I am ok&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've got problems just like you, but I am fine.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you are mine.&lt;br /&gt;If we put our faith into God above,&lt;br /&gt;Then He will protect us both, and He'll keep us strong&lt;br /&gt;As long as we have love.&lt;br /&gt;And we've got love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourite Arcade&lt;br /&gt;by Hello Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could you look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and tell me that you enjoyed&lt;br /&gt;everytime we played your game&lt;br /&gt;you always brought me down the same old way&lt;br /&gt;when i come up to this place&lt;br /&gt;its your favourite arcade&lt;br /&gt;i'm drowning in your skin&lt;br /&gt;but i just want out of it oh (2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never bargained for this pain im feeling now&lt;br /&gt;this fever pierces every part of me somehow&lt;br /&gt;my tongue is twisted&lt;br /&gt;and i can't look down no matter how hard i try&lt;br /&gt;well i walked away&lt;br /&gt;from my favourite charade&lt;br /&gt;i thought i loved you&lt;br /&gt;yesterday you were just in my head&lt;br /&gt;i guess you thought that i would cave&lt;br /&gt;hey girl, i guess your still the same&lt;br /&gt;how do you like me now&lt;br /&gt;now that i'm on my way&lt;br /&gt;it's always the same game you play oh&lt;br /&gt;i never bargained for this pain im feeling now&lt;br /&gt;this fever pierces every part of me somehow&lt;br /&gt;my tongue is twisted&lt;br /&gt;and i can't look down no matter how hard i try&lt;br /&gt;i know that it don't matter&lt;br /&gt;how hard i try&lt;br /&gt;i know that it don't matter&lt;br /&gt;how hard i try&lt;br /&gt;how can i hate you when you buy me flowers?&lt;br /&gt;how can i trust you when they always die?&lt;br /&gt;i never bargained for this pain im feeling now&lt;br /&gt;this fever pierces every part of me somehow&lt;br /&gt;my tongue is twisted&lt;br /&gt;and i can't look down no matter how hard i try&lt;br /&gt;i know that it don't matter&lt;br /&gt;how hard i try&lt;br /&gt;i know that it don't matter&lt;br /&gt;how hard i try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Eulogy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hello Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with your smile&lt;br /&gt; Is that its gone&lt;br /&gt;And all your laughter&lt;br /&gt;Will have to wait till after&lt;br /&gt;And the problem with your clothes&lt;br /&gt;Is that their off&lt;br /&gt;They're folded nicely&lt;br /&gt;And packed up tightly&lt;br /&gt;Cuz your gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is burning&lt;br /&gt;I am learning&lt;br /&gt;Just cuz your gone&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean your gone&lt;br /&gt;Cuz your name was written down&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I'd see you bleed&lt;br /&gt;But your skin is soo cold now&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you'd&lt;br /&gt;Stop pretending to sleep&lt;br /&gt;And our tree house&lt;br /&gt;And our Saturdays are gone&lt;br /&gt;Now that this is over&lt;br /&gt;I guess its my turn to be strong&lt;br /&gt;Well I want this I need this I'm helpless&lt;br /&gt;Without this&lt;br /&gt;And time is burning&lt;br /&gt;I am learning&lt;br /&gt;Just cuz your gone&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean your gone&lt;br /&gt;Cuz your name was written down&lt;br /&gt;And though I walk these halls alone&lt;br /&gt;Just cuz your gone&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean your gone&lt;br /&gt;Cuz your name was written down&lt;br /&gt;(As I lay me down to sleep&lt;br /&gt;I pray the Lord my soul to keep&lt;br /&gt;And if I die before I wake&lt;br /&gt;I pray the lord my soul to take)&lt;br /&gt;And the problem with your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Is that they still shine&lt;br /&gt;Time is burning&lt;br /&gt;I am learning&lt;br /&gt;Just cuz your gone&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean your gone&lt;br /&gt;Cuz your name was written down&lt;br /&gt;And though I walk these halls alone&lt;br /&gt;Its just when your gone&lt;br /&gt;I feel your gone&lt;br /&gt;Cuz your name was written down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-112448397452098428?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/112448397452098428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/112448397452098428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112448397452098428' title='Hello Kelly Lyrics!'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-112438507097604436</id><published>2005-08-18T13:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T13:11:10.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Favourite Band</title><content type='html'>Hello Kelly is the rock you've always longed for.It's the rock that takes other music and adds what you always thought it needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the grittiest alternative and the hardest rock and the catchiest pop - with melodies that drill into your mind and synth that drills into your throat. It's the kind of honest story-telling that makes your friends wonder what you're smiling about. It's the kind of show that makes you rock out like nobody's business and has enough class to make your grandmother join the mosh pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Kelly is five young men who, after doing time in their own musical endeavours, decided to unite and give birth to something truly original and innovative. Frontman/songwriter Francois Goudreault Jr. says this about their goal: "I remember when rock and roll was something that people talked about. I remember my parents filling my ears with Van Halen, The Scorpions, and Triumph - when conversations around the barbeque were about an artist's latest guitar effect, not an artist's latest clothing line. I want people to remember Hello Kelly like that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why Kelly?  Kelly is the poster girl for every typical teenage anthem.  Front-row at a punk show, or hard-rocking in the hallway walking, Kelly is listening to rock and roll and appreciating every moment of it.  She has got her tastes and her opinions, but she has also got her insecurities.  The world pushes Kelly around; putting words in her mouth and thoughts in her head.  There is a band who wants Kelly to wake up and make her own decisions, build her own dreams and define her own beliefs.  Wake up and face the world Kelly, give rock and roll a new name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming onto the scene as a brand-spanking new band isn't always easy, but this is a challenge that Hello Kelly meets with clenched fists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Spring of 2004, Francois worked with jamie k... (Thousand Foot Krutch) to produce Hello Kelly's debut EP: Modern Day Nostalgia. "I think everybody has moments when they wish they could be in their backyard playing with army men and skipping ropes - because those moments were never fake or constructed, like so much of life is today. Everybody's always going to have good memories from their childhood, and that's what we're trying to trigger with this project."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Kelly is rock for the good times and the bad times. "There's a strong spiritual element to our music because we try to let our own beliefs infiltrate the art; that's the best way to make it unique and personal. It's not about promoting a religion or telling people what to believe - it's about putting our experiences out there and letting the art speak for itself. Hopefully that makes people move: at the rock show and in their perceptions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BAND:&lt;br /&gt;Francois Goudreault, Jr: Vocals, Guitar&lt;br /&gt;James Watts: Bass&lt;br /&gt;Will Arkell: Synth, Acoustic, Back-up Vocals&lt;br /&gt;Kane Bender: Drums&lt;br /&gt;Mike Donais- Guitar and vocals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Website: &lt;a href="http://www.hellokellyonline.com"&gt;http://www.hellokellyonline.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-112438507097604436?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/112438507097604436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/112438507097604436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112438507097604436' title='New Favourite Band'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-112363758104291425</id><published>2005-08-09T21:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T21:33:01.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Little</title><content type='html'>Top 10 Places ranked best to buy chicken fingers in Ontario by none other than me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Shakespeare Arm---Guelph Ontario,&lt;br /&gt;2. Swiss Chalet---Anywhere but may they rest in peace&lt;br /&gt;3. Any Firkin Pub--anywhere ontario (personal favorite is the Bishop and Firkin-Burlington)&lt;br /&gt;4. East Side Mario--Anywhereville, Ontario&lt;br /&gt;5. Kellie's Diner-Port Lambton, Ontario&lt;br /&gt;6. Kelsey's--Again Anywhereville&lt;br /&gt;7. Active Kids Daycare-Mississauga, Ontario&lt;br /&gt;8. Wimpy's Diner-Guelph/Kitchener, Ontario&lt;br /&gt;9. M&amp;amp;M meats-Anywhereville&lt;br /&gt;10. Burger King- corner of Hurontario and Matheson in Mississauga, Ontario&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-112363758104291425?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/112363758104291425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/112363758104291425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112363758104291425' title='Chicken Little'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-112251311795490353</id><published>2005-07-27T21:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T21:13:43.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My second home...</title><content type='html'>It has been a very sad few days for me, it is finally sinking in that I will not be going to my second home this summer, my second home being Camp Hermosa. This will be the first time in 13 straight summers that I have not spent a minimum of 1 week at this place, I have cried many a tear over this...if any of you are laughing...I'm coming after you, I might be small but I am fiesty...I can take you! But seeing as only hermosa people really read my blog anyways...how sad is that? tangent...I apologize...I am asking all my hermosa folks to please write down in my comments their favourite hermosa moments so that I can laugh about something...here is a list of my top favourite hermosa moments (camper, leader, staffer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-you whore, you stole my sleeping bag&lt;br /&gt;-writing songs about my feet&lt;br /&gt;-man I feel like a woman&lt;br /&gt;-ish&lt;br /&gt;-swimming in the campfire pit&lt;br /&gt;-bloody toe lists&lt;br /&gt;-sponge bob is where?&lt;br /&gt;-lacoon broke the car&lt;br /&gt;-it wasn't the nanny, it was the granny&lt;br /&gt;-why jaya's pajamas are wet&lt;br /&gt;-bunkfood juffet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I am taking all the good ones, now it is your turn, cheer me up, make my day brighter, make me laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-112251311795490353?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/112251311795490353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/112251311795490353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112251311795490353' title='My second home...'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-112092391323809496</id><published>2005-07-09T11:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T11:45:13.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It has to stop</title><content type='html'>Okay, I have been trying desperatly to come to grips with the terrorist attacks on London, I have been trying to come up with some sort of logical explanation of what I am feeling.  So far, I have had no luck in this area, but I felt that I needed to write something down anyways.&lt;br /&gt;To say that I am angry, that would be a gross understatement. I am livid, beyond myself, yet at the same time saddened and deeply distressed.  9/11 was horrible, Madrid was devastating, and now London...what is next.  I feel like we are just getting back to a state of normal life and then something happens that puts everyone into a state of terror.  I can honestly say that I am scared, scared of what this world has become...where people just strap bombs to whatever they feel like and blow up innocent people...there were children on those trains...but I suppose that does not matter in todays world.  It needs to stop, someone needs to put an end to all this terror and destruction...how many more innocent people have to die before it ends?  Plus, most of you know that I am not a big fan of the Americans, (most of my family is American, that is why I can be so open about my dislikes) but I hate the fact that they are using what happened in London to focus on themselves...the moment that the bombings become public knowledge, the Americans were on higher alert...worry about someone other than yourself.  The only comfort I have been able to get out of this whole ordeal is to remember that God is faithful.  God will protect us, that no matter what happens today, tomorrow or the next day, God will still be there, holding us and comforting us.  I just hope that one day, everyone will know that kind of love and comfort.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this was a pretty bitter post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-112092391323809496?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/112092391323809496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/112092391323809496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112092391323809496' title='It has to stop'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-111957979354969196</id><published>2005-06-23T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T22:23:13.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa</title><content type='html'>Wow, look how crappy of a job I am doing on this website...not writing since April...and not being able to spell anything...I am horrible...but seeing as it is after my bed time...I will not subject you all to my late night sleep deprived rantings...I will save that for later...but here is a list of up coming topics for me to cover:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love of chicken fingers and where to find the best ones&lt;br /&gt;How much I am going to miss my sweet pink girlie Alicia&lt;br /&gt;How much I miss my fab 4 ladies and Karl&lt;br /&gt;How much I love my boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;My most recent travels&lt;br /&gt;My crazy rants about my misguided family&lt;br /&gt;My stress level and the fact I am reaching a breaking point&lt;br /&gt;The story of how I have come to work with a boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times coming up, so keep checking back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-111957979354969196?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/111957979354969196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/111957979354969196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111957979354969196' title='Whoa'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-111434875973732445</id><published>2005-04-24T09:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T09:19:19.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thats the way the cookie crumbles I guess</title><content type='html'>Hi All,  okay, once again, it has been super long since I last wrote here.  I really truely am the worst blogger in the whole world...whatever, I will survive...and maybe I will try to get better...I doubt it, but you never know.  So, lots has happened since I last wrote in here...but I don't remember most of it...but I will write about what I do...does that work for you?  Good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Work is going really good...I am really happy with the place I am working at right now, which is such a relief, seeing as I will be in brampton for what appears to be a long time still, it's nice to have something to work at that I like.  my co-worker is awesome, we really have become good friends, yay Alicia!  Although, the sad news is that one of my children will be leaving because his mother died on Thursday...that is horrible, I loved this kid and now he is so sad and I do not blame him in the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I quit Sunday School...yep, I sure did, I am no longer the teacher of the Jr.Youth class, I finally threw in the towel, I had had enough of their constant bickering and trying to take advantage of me...so I am done...not sure what I will do now...I might attend my dad's class...but I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~My sister graduated yesterday from Emmanuel Bible College, so did Parker and his girlfriend Jen.  I went, it was a really long ceremony, but it was great, I cried...but whatelse is new right?  I got to catch up with Parker which was nice seeing as we have not really talked to each other in close to 2 years...wow, that is a long time.  And Ames was there, that caught me by surprise, but made me have happy...I miss my entire Fab 4 but getting to see at least one of them makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Graham is coming home on Tuesday!  YAY!!!  My boss has given me the afternoon off so  that I can met him at the airport...yay, I really like that, I have missed him so much and it has been way way too long...I just wish that I got to spend more time with him than just an evening...but I have to work the next day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am about to be late for church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-111434875973732445?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/111434875973732445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/111434875973732445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111434875973732445' title='Thats the way the cookie crumbles I guess'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-111325914740699116</id><published>2005-04-11T18:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T18:39:07.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's that on his back?  A monkey?</title><content type='html'>~I am seriously the worst blogger on the face of the planet...actually second worst...Ames when did you last write?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Happy Birthday to the love of my life, Graham, you are very old today...seriously...you are going to die soon...one toe in the grave even.  I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Worst day at work in my life...child wiped his B.M all over the floor...it was not amusing...who is laughing?  I can hear you...IT IS NOT FUNNY!!!  Okay, maybe it is a little funny...I am crazy...padded room...here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Graham comes home in 15 days...yep I am counting...and yep, I am sure going to meet him at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Women's Sunday was yesterday...crazy long service...seriously, I was dieing by the end of it...not fun so much...and then the "luncheon" afterwards...was death on a plate...everything...I almost died...good thing I am semi-aware of my environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I took a first aid/CPR class on Saturday...so now I can save lives, good for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I feel nauseous right now...but you did not need to know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Tired, so very very tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Good bye now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-111325914740699116?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/111325914740699116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/111325914740699116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111325914740699116' title='What&apos;s that on his back?  A monkey?'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-111176072119412349</id><published>2005-03-25T09:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T09:25:21.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>~Happy Good Friday Everyone, I will be headed off to church in just a few hours for our Friday Service, it should be really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~My sister and brother in law are coming to stay for the weekend, that will be fun, I will get to spend some quality time with my sister.  That makes me very happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~There is a concert tonight at my church, all bands that I have never heard of, so that makes me less happy...but I will still go regardless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~On Wednesday morning, I cut my elbow open, yep, I should have gotten stitches, but I chose not to...not sure if that was a mistake yet or not...but we shall have to wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~What did I do to my elbow you ask?  Stupid story really, see...I was in the bathroom at my house, and for those of you who know my house, the bathroom upstairs has a little ledge type thing with a very pointy corner...dangerous really.  Well, I was adjusting the sweater I was wearing and I banged my elbow really hard off the corner of this ledge...now, at first I did not think anything of it because it was the general area of my funny bone, so whatever right?  wrong, I continued to fix my hair and brush my teeth, when I noticed that my elbow was stinging, so I glanced down and my sleeve of my white sweater was bright red with blood...I freaked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Work is going well, I have been very busy and we had our Easter party yesterday during the afternoon, complete with egg hunt, the children were thrilled, but so loaded on sugar, so we sent them home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I might be going to the  Raptors game on the 15th, the youth group has signed on for the BCOQ Centre court event...interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Our Youth Group now has a name...yippee...we are called "Youth F.I.R.S.T" (F.I.R.S.T stands for Fellowship, Inviting others to share God's Love, Responding to the needs of others, Showing our love to God through worship, and Training in God and to obey His Word)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I got to see some pictures of my friend Ben's little daughter, she is adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I have noticed that a lot of my friends are "asking questions" in the sense of NOT asking the questions, just hoping that I will understand what they mean, "loud and clear but the answer is still no"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I am sick, I have had this cold for over a month, and now I have an ear infection and the possibility of pink eye.  Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I have to go get ready for church now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-111176072119412349?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/111176072119412349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/111176072119412349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111176072119412349' title='Update'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-110998761950768061</id><published>2005-03-04T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T20:53:39.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Old Irish Blessing</title><content type='html'>So, as it would turn out, I was told today by my grandmother (my dad's mom)  that the West Family is actually a good old Irish Family...so now I am British, Scottish and Irish...I am a nice mix.  But to celebrate this new found knowledge...here is a blessing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always remember to forget the things that made you sad&lt;br /&gt;But never forget to remember the things that made you glad&lt;br /&gt;Always remember to forget the troubles that passed away&lt;br /&gt;But never forget to remember the blessings that come each day&lt;br /&gt;May you always have work for your hands to do&lt;br /&gt;May your pockets hold always a coin or two&lt;br /&gt;May the sun shine bright on your windowpane&lt;br /&gt;May the rainbow be certain to follow each rain&lt;br /&gt;May the hand of a friend always be near you&lt;br /&gt;And may God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you&lt;br /&gt;May the road rise up to meet you&lt;br /&gt;May the wind be always at your back&lt;br /&gt;May the sun shine warm upon your face&lt;br /&gt;And rains fall soft upon your fields&lt;br /&gt;And until we meet again, my friend&lt;br /&gt;May God hold you in the palm of His hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has not promised skies always blue&lt;br /&gt;Flower-strewn pathways all our lives through&lt;br /&gt;God has not promised sun without rain&lt;br /&gt;Joy without sorrow, peace without pain&lt;br /&gt;God has not promised we shall not know&lt;br /&gt;Toil and temptation, troubles and woe&lt;br /&gt;He has not told us we will not bear&lt;br /&gt;Many a burden, many a care&lt;br /&gt;But God has promised strength for the day&lt;br /&gt;Rest for the labourer, light for the way&lt;br /&gt;Grace for the trials, help from above&lt;br /&gt;Unfailing sympathy, undying love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-110998761950768061?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/110998761950768061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/110998761950768061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110998761950768061' title='A Good Old Irish Blessing'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-110951284967775694</id><published>2005-02-27T08:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T09:00:49.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>~Today is my mom's birthday.  HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I have been in the process of updating my address book and I am almost finished, I just need a few more addresses...hopefully those people know who they are, and they will get back to me really soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~My sister and her husband are coming to visit today, that makes me happy, I have not seen them for a while because they have been to Florida...I am jealous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~It is supposed to snow here for the next 4 days.  Boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I am currently working on a scrap book for all of my camp hermosa pictures, it is taking me longer than I anticipated, but I am having fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Suddenly I got a chill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I have to be at church in half an hour and I am not dressed for it yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~The Youth Group watched The Princess Diaries 2 last night at our meeting because the VCR is broken...it was actually selected by one of our male students...it was a good time all around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I will be singing in a trio on Palm Sunday, how exciting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I am cold again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I should go and get ready for church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Plus I need to eat some breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~And I need to photocopy my lesson plans for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~And I am really going now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Bye Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Quotes for the week (because you know I won't write until next Saturday or Sunday):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~You may be disappointed if you fail, but you are doomed if you don't try. -Beverly Sills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~If you think you can, then you can.  ANd if you think you can't, well, you're right. -Mary Kay Ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~Advice is what we ask for when we already know the answer, but wish we didn't.  -Erica Jong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-110951284967775694?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/110951284967775694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/110951284967775694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110951284967775694' title='Updates'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358193.post-110943010687807154</id><published>2005-02-26T09:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T10:01:46.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously...who hired these people?</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I am in the process of reading several books right now...yeah, I know, it is probably not a smart move to try reading 4 books all at the same time..."it can get confusing" some have even said...but some of these books are "homework" so to speak even though I am clearly finished with the whole schooling process.  But one of these books is called "I know you Love me, but do you like me?" It is about how to be the best friend of the person you are dating/married to.  It is actually a really good book.  One that I find I am agreeing with throughout the whole process...unlike the other books which when I calm down enough about them, I will write about them too.  But in this "I Know you Love Me..." book, there is a whole list of those stupid labels on materials things...apparently these have caused several marriages/dating relationships to end because woman think that men are stupid for writing them, and men feel the same about women.  Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Sears Hairdryer: Do not use while sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a bag of  chips: You could be a winner! No purchase necessary.  Details inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a bar of Dial Soap: Directions: Use like regular soap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On some Swannson frozen dinners: Serving suggestion: defrost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a hotel-provided shower cap in a box: fits one head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bottom of Tesco's Tiramisu dessert box: Do not turn upside down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Marks&amp;Spence Bread Pudding: Product may be hot after heating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On packaging for a Rowenta iron: Do not iron clothing while still on the body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a bottle of children's cough medicine: Do not drive a car or operate heavy machines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Nytol Sleep Aid: Warning: may cause drowsiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Korean kitchen knife: Warning: keep out of children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Swedish chainsaw: Do not attempt to stop chainsaw with your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sainsbury peanut bottle: Allergy Alert: Product may contain nuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an American Airlines Peanut package: Directions: open package, eat nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THESE PEOPLE ARE NUTS!!!  &lt;em&gt;WHO HIRED THEM???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358193-110943010687807154?l=girlsostunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/110943010687807154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358193/posts/default/110943010687807154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsostunning.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110943010687807154' title='Seriously...who hired these people?'/><author><name>NellieMcCracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967520432009245396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B150aey_0nw/Tx8fe9k_DtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3A9GDLCHiY/s220/DSC05387.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
