<?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-22744223</id><updated>2012-02-08T07:46:27.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just sayin'....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-1485424356881831409</id><published>2007-05-10T14:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T15:02:39.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>KETCHUP woohoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.topthistv.com/images/logo_new.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.topthistv.com/images/logo_new.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok, so I have just recently found out about Heinz's competition for KEtchuP commercials..I'm a little excited and determined to enter the contest.....I'm going to start I think with "practice" videos...woohoo, because we all know that I am a condiment lover and ketchup is pretty much at the top of that list....with texas pete of course..they are my men...heinz and pete.. so..if anyone has any good ideas of commercials i should try...please let me know!! Previews will be coming soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-1485424356881831409?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/1485424356881831409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=1485424356881831409&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/1485424356881831409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/1485424356881831409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2007/05/ketchup-woohoo.html' title='KETCHUP woohoo!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-116109929494615145</id><published>2006-10-17T11:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T15:43:29.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>seriously</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;So..i'm seriously bored sittin' at school...and on top of it I'm on drugs..yep...I have this not good cold ..actually i can't figure out what it is..but i know it involves aching, sneezing..sleepiness...a sore throat this morning ick, and some funny head feelings...so I did something yesterday I havent' done in a long time.  I took some medicine, drank some green tea, and got into bed at 7:30...you know something is wrong when I go to bed that early!  Then this morning I had this brilliant idea.....to take the rest of my prescription medicine that I should have taken when I had strep throat recently..ha...what a smart girl! NOT!! Who knows...oh well...i'm takin' medicine and drinkin hot tea all day and crossin' my fingers..cause tomorrow is gonna be a long day..and so is Friday for that matter!  I can make it...I can make it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make matters even more interesting I wake up to a message from a friend tellin' me to bring them some brownies..now what fool thinks I am gonna get up out of bed..and cook brownies and go deliver them :-P ?? haha... oh well...maybe tonight...I need somethin to look forward to in this dreary week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dude..I need a nap..gettin' up at 5:30 makes for a sleep girl....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just gotta make it till 3 oclock..then its shower and nap time..in my clean apartment which is gonna smell nice cause i'm goin home to light candles..yay!! Relaxin' afternoon ahead....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And...on a more serious note I so haven't found my halloween costume!! I gotta get on that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dude...ok..i'm stressed.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-116109929494615145?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/116109929494615145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=116109929494615145&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/116109929494615145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/116109929494615145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/10/seriously.html' title='seriously'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-116057085166414164</id><published>2006-10-11T08:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T17:52:04.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>coffin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;A man was walking home alone late one foggy night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;when behind him he hears:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;BUMP...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;BUMP...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;BUMP...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Walking faster, he looks back and through the fog h e makes out the image of an upright casket banging its way down the middle of the street toward him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;BUMP...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;BUMP...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;BUMP...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Terrified, the man begins to run toward his home, the casket bouncing quickly behind him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;FASTER...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;FASTER...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;BUMP...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;BUMP...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;BUMP...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;He runs up to his door, fumbles with his keys, opens the door, rushes in, slams and locks the door behind him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;However, the casket crashes through his door, with the lid of the casket clapping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;clappity-BUMP...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;clappity-BUMP...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;clappity-BUMP...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;on his heels, the terrified man runs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Rushing upstairs to the bathroom, the man locks himself in. His heart is pounding; his head is reeling; his breath is coming in sobbing gasps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;With a loud CRASH the casket breaks down the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Bumping and clapping toward him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;The man screams and reaches for something, anything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;but all he can find is a bottle of cough syrup!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Desperate, he throws the cough syrup at the casket...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;and,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;(hopefully you're ready for this!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;The coffin stops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-116057085166414164?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/116057085166414164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=116057085166414164&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/116057085166414164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/116057085166414164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/10/coffin.html' title='coffin'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-116044044180320252</id><published>2006-10-09T20:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T23:25:48.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>studyin'....ya....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;discussing apraxias....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Shannon~&lt;/span&gt;what's alexia??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Me~&lt;/span&gt; that girl with the big boobs that lives next door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;during one of many study breaks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon's Message on the study whiteboard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Brooke,&lt;br /&gt;  Halloween called to say that it is canceled this year because you've been giving candy out to trick or treater's all year long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shleby~&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;is that hoss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;basically..its all about attention...and givin' it out like candy :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-116044044180320252?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/116044044180320252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=116044044180320252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/116044044180320252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/116044044180320252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/10/studyinya.html' title='studyin&apos;....ya....'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-116043154811226752</id><published>2006-10-09T18:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T18:05:48.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination at its finest :-P</title><content type='html'>Ok, so instead of studyin'....I was lookin' back at this life journal i used to write in..and I liked this one that I wrote a little over a year ago....time flies, but things haven't changed all that much :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aug. 5, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/MCG/FPFD1015%7EKiss-the-Girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/MCG/FPFD1015%7EKiss-the-Girl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you were a kid, and watched the little mermaid?? (over and over) There was always that part where they were in the boat where you just wanted to scream at them to kiss...I mean, you knew they couldn't hear you, and you knew they weren't gonna because of those stupid eels, and no matter how many times you watched it you just knew this time they were really gonna KISS! Its crazy isn't it that even though we were that young, we understood that feeling. The excitement of anticipation, wanting so much to share a moment, something special with someone else. Somewhere...in all of the pains of growing up, and the thoughts and responsiblities of the world that come crashing in....i think we lose a little bit of that feeling, of knowing how important it is to be that close to another. Seems like life get's to be an ongoing rerun of Dawson's Creek....I guess right now...I'm hoping mine will go back to being a little more like The Little Mermaid.....even if a few eels do get in the way every now and then.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-116043154811226752?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/116043154811226752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=116043154811226752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/116043154811226752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/116043154811226752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/10/procrastination-at-its-finest-p.html' title='Procrastination at its finest :-P'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-116041783618750640</id><published>2006-10-09T14:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T09:15:32.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>shannon and i are goin nuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LitlBlondie (2:03:20 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;i need a massage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LitlBlondie (2:03:22 PM):&lt;/span&gt; practice on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;StarqueenAnsn (2:03:25 PM):&lt;/span&gt; ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LitlBlond&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt; (2:03:25 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i'll take off my clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;StarqueenAnsn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(2:03:28 PM):&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;StarqueenAnsn (2:03:35 PM):&lt;/span&gt; we can turn the lights down low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;StarqueenAnsn (2:03:39 PM):&lt;/span&gt; put on some soft music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;StarqueenAnsn (2:03:54 PM):&lt;/span&gt; play a game called just the tip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LitlBlondie (2:04:12 PM):&lt;/span&gt; just for a second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;StarqueenAnsn (2:04:30 PM):&lt;/span&gt; just to see if we like it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-116041783618750640?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/116041783618750640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=116041783618750640&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/116041783618750640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/116041783618750640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/10/shannon-and-i-are-goin-nuts.html' title='shannon and i are goin nuts'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-115966506098165508</id><published>2006-09-30T21:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T21:11:00.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>she really did...</title><content type='html'>yes...Et Really did post a &lt;a href="http://ethomasbball.blogspot.com/"&gt;picture of me tryin' to eat a chicken leg/wing thing&lt;/a&gt;....really...she did...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-115966506098165508?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/115966506098165508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=115966506098165508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115966506098165508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115966506098165508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/09/she-really-did.html' title='she really did...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-115793630021384145</id><published>2006-09-10T20:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T16:42:00.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mermaids and randomness....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Currently Watching...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lifetimetv.com/images/movies/originals/mermaidchair_header.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.lifetimetv.com/images/movies/originals/mermaidchair_header.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So it was a pretty good low key weekend, which was definately needed...I kinda will have to say that I had sort of an overload of UE Review of Anatomy Today...although typing every word the dude says is rather tedius, time consuming and recquires entirely too much focus for me...the dvd is useful so i'd recommend it for review...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lww.com/static/covers/0781740630.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.lww.com/static/covers/0781740630.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but i've had enough of it for one day...or maybe even for a very very long time. :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so random quote from the movie we're watchin' right now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"are you tryin' to bury your finger?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I'm just tryin' to put it in the whole and cover it up"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"That would be called a burial mom"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um yea..she cut off her finger with a kitchen knife on purpose and put it in a mayonaise jar...umm hu..good movie..ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Also amusing as the future hand therapist beside me shreiks at the site of a chopped off index finger..ha..can't wait till she works on me one day! :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;at the moment i'm anxiously anticipating the next commercial so that i can reheat my hot chocolate..which will be most likely the second most exciting thing i've done all day, the first being going to the grocery store for about the third time this weekend!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Oh wait..we did cook breakfast this morning..and that was rather exciting..and yummy...doesn't take much for me ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm just tryin' to figure out what's the big deal with this silly chair?? Saved some island?? what the heck? oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now the monks are singing...it just get's better and better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the fun im conversation going on at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;swrill (8:06:21 PM): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;not OSU v. Texas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;LitlBlondie (8:06:25 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;LitlBlondie (8:06:28 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;who cares about them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;swrill (8:06:34 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ooooo commercial...gotta go reheat the hot chocolate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ok so i would be the one who doesn't heat it enough the first time and then &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BURNS&lt;/span&gt; my freakin' tongue the second time!! geez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a rather eventful weekend in the kitchen which usually doesn't happen....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things I cooked this weeekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Okra&lt;br /&gt;Yellow Rice&lt;br /&gt;Noodles for pasta salad&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Terryaki chicken and rice&lt;br /&gt;Mexian Rice and Chicken with black beans&lt;br /&gt;Asian Chicken and Rice bake&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Chip pancakes&lt;br /&gt;and shannon cooked the cheezy eggs to go with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would have to say I have this theory now...days that begin by making chocolate chip or blueberry muffins, or chocolate chip pancakes...always turn out better than days without them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another quote from this fabulous movie..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"embrace the test...not the woman"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ooo and moes was super good the other day..and so was starbucks and scrabble even though &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;BrEe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;CHEATED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;!! I'm just warnin' ya'll....if you're gonna play scrabble with Bree you need a very large dictionary, and you need to watch out cause she will slip in little abbreviations, proper nouns..ooo and she wants to use french too even if you don't know french!!  She's a sneaky one!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Voodoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;was fun last night too..a change from the usual spots we chill....besides the fact that the waitress seriously studied my ID and still didn't believe I was 21...she didn't have to say it...we all knew it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..well, guess its time to get back to the movie...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-115793630021384145?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/115793630021384145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=115793630021384145&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115793630021384145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115793630021384145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/09/mermaids-and-randomness.html' title='mermaids and randomness....'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-115746413821277994</id><published>2006-09-05T09:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T10:42:25.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>psychosocial poetry.... :-P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The adventures of Shell-dawg, giraffe and weenie dog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl named shelly she was watchin' the telly&lt;br /&gt;got a cravin' for a raisin so she put it in her belly&lt;br /&gt;Later in the day when she wanted to creep&lt;br /&gt;she was walkin' down the street and lookin' at her feet&lt;br /&gt;so she didn't make the bus and she started to fuss&lt;br /&gt;but this really hot guy came and gave the girl a ride&lt;br /&gt;she hopped into his car but they didn't get far&lt;br /&gt;cause she recognized him now from the tv and said wow&lt;br /&gt;Nick lachey its really you&lt;br /&gt;i got this chick she'll be your boo&lt;br /&gt;her name is april brooke..it will only take one look&lt;br /&gt;and you'll take her home to mom cause this chick she is the bomb&lt;br /&gt;just let me get my cell cause this girl i gotta tell&lt;br /&gt;so she went to find Brooke she was with ET&lt;br /&gt;They were out ridin' dirty on the north charleston streets&lt;br /&gt;they had gone to get some cream cause it tastes so nice&lt;br /&gt;on the way they had to stop cause they needed a slice&lt;br /&gt;of juicy hot pizza cause those chicks had a cravin'&lt;br /&gt;they weren't like shelly they don't need no raisin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-115746413821277994?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/115746413821277994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=115746413821277994&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115746413821277994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115746413821277994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/09/psychosocial-poetry-p.html' title='psychosocial poetry.... :-P'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-115636578656391283</id><published>2006-08-23T16:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T21:14:32.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BaCk!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;umm...I've been a little slack on the blogging lately...I know this..but I've been havin' lotsa fuN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So class started yesterday...yesterday?? Wow that already seems like forever ago...dang haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The pirate party was fun :-P We definately still have remnants of pirate decorations scattered about our apartment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The weekend was fun..loved the beach...(note to self do not go back to off the hook....just wait for a table at PoE's!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wild Wings was fun as always...really liked the band!! And surprise suprise we're goin back to wild wings this SATURDAY!!! Yay!! Saturday should be a blast...Charleston boozapalooza then headed to the wing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This morning's class was good..I enjoyed the guest speaker...and then I laughed quite a bit in the next class due to Dr. Mitcham's witty sayings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;For instance: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"You can use those words after the third martini...before that....I would choose a synonym."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"There's more than one way to skin a banana"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then Bree and i found an adventure..surprised??  We went to go move our cars and were patting ourselves on the back for the brilliant move that would enable us to leave class oh so much quicker and avoid riding the bus at six oclock.  However...being the genius little blondes that we are we quickly figured out upon arrival at our cars that we still had 30 minutes before we could park in the parking garage...so....what do we do?? Of course we walk to arby's! Woohoo..and boy were they slow slow slow! But we got a free milkshake out of it! Super! ha..fun times at the MuSc...haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...its almost time to go to upper extremity elective which will surely prove to be hilarious because Peter and Dr. Thomas are teaching it together..they are gonna be sooooo cute I can't wati! haha....I'll have to update on it afterwards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I am gettin the heck out of here to go home and put on some blue jeans (not a big fan of professional dress).....and then possibly go get some ice cream?? (that's fine...you can make fun of me i don't care I can handle it!! :-P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-115636578656391283?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/115636578656391283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=115636578656391283&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115636578656391283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115636578656391283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m 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height="346"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;Get this video and more at &lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=990017155&amp;n=2"&gt;MySpace.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-115437682671908328?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/115437682671908328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=115437682671908328&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115437682671908328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115437682671908328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/07/funny-videos.html' title='funny videos'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-115436166702384921</id><published>2006-07-31T11:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T12:01:11.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>so silly</title><content type='html'>umm...so karaoke...way fun....we are soooo crazee :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;videos to come...hee hee hee...they are gonna kill me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to cowboy camp!! :-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-115436166702384921?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/115436166702384921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=115436166702384921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115436166702384921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115436166702384921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-silly.html' title='so silly'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' 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Can't wait till next week!! It' s gonna be fun!! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-115383508171893003?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/115383508171893003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=115383508171893003&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115383508171893003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115383508171893003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-must-admit-that-i-personally-measure.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-115360886671497500</id><published>2006-07-22T18:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T18:54:26.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>blueberries and beets</title><content type='html'>Bree is insane!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made me look up &lt;a href="http://www.wrongdiagnosis.com/sym/blue_urine.htm#possible"&gt;blue urine&lt;/a&gt;..and a large discussion ensued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-115360886671497500?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/115360886671497500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=115360886671497500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115360886671497500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115360886671497500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/07/blueberries-and-beets.html' title='blueberries and beets'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-115327597058942215</id><published>2006-07-18T22:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T12:04:16.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cookies and commodes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/1600/100_1925_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/400/100_1925_0001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Sadness...I burnt the cookies!! I was really tryin' to do good...its like my Mom always says...I try to do good..but I do bad...or maybe its like Rhianna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Story of my life&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Searching for the right&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But it keeps avoiding me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorrow in my soul&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cause it seems that wrong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really loves my company&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ok..well, maybe its not that dramatic..but at the time it seemed so....i was like oh shoot guys the fire larms bout to go off..and I took off for the door with the dang burnt cookies...Its ok tho..we're past that now..we've moved on to laughing at shelly.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/1600/100_1928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/400/100_1928.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This would be good ole shell-dawg...she sure knows how to tackle a toilet problem..and get this folks...she isn't afraid to DIVE right in with her BARE HANDS to get the job done!! She gon make some man a gud wife one a these here days dontcha know!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-115327597058942215?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/115327597058942215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=115327597058942215&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115327597058942215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115327597058942215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/07/cookies-and-commodes.html' title='cookies and commodes'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-115326174782336160</id><published>2006-07-18T18:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T18:29:07.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my gosh!</title><content type='html'>You guys!!! Oh my gosh..I seriously can't believe this is our last week of classes.  Exams next week and then its our last school of semester...i mean semester of school!! haha..see its freakin' me out!! i can't believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So today was a good day...got up..drank some coffee with hazelnut cream and whip cream on top..yum..i'm a coffee maker i am! Then i worked on those vicious neuro questions that no one is done with yet! uh huh...then watched the first half of titanic..slightly silly i know but I've actually never seen it so it seemed like the thing to do.  Got antsy so i went and FINALLY finished getting the last stuff from the move out of my car..woopeee!! Yay for me..and actually sat up my seats so i have a normal car again...yay about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to work on some neuro some more..wasn't happening at all...so...  i convinced shannon to accompany me to Food Lion...a special stop at our "candy shop" hee hee...and then to dolla tree where we hit them up! Ya i'm crazy but we did have fun.  We came back all excited cause we got a microphone for our band!! however...the plug on that thing is a lil big so we have to regroup and come up with a new idea...hmmm...either an adapter(not likely) or we need to get a new mike...ya prolly the latter of the two....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to leave for class..blah..where we have been learning about sex...and poop..not the most exciting thing ever....&lt;br /&gt;Shannon has been planning our porch party for the weekend during class tentatively scheduled for saturday...prolly i should figure out what day our exams is/are?? haha..prolly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ET is tryin' to convince me to to eat after class...but..i'm thinkin i should take my lil behind home and try to finish this neuro stuff and work on the other two assignments that I've blocked from my mind...hmmm...ya maybe that with a lil law and order...sounds like an exciting night to me!! guess i should go try to pay attn now...&lt;br /&gt;i love summer wish it would never end!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-115326174782336160?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/115326174782336160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=115326174782336160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115326174782336160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115326174782336160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-my-gosh.html' title='oh my gosh!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-115310204065671451</id><published>2006-07-16T21:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T11:07:06.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>starbucks inspiration for shleby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So..I was tryin' very hard to be productive this afternoon...I went on over to the food lion to get me some groceries now that we are in the new apt!! So i get my buggy all full with my stuff and I'm walkin down the isle...with the detergent...very exciting isle....and all of the sudden the lights go out..and the bottom falls out of the sky.  So they tell everyone to come to the front of the store...and i'm like pushing my buggy tryin not to hit things in the freakin' pitch black dark and there is another guy on my isle and it is just creepy!! So they all scurry around makin calls and stuff and everyone's standin up front with their buggies and i can here this guy who works there sayin' "they tryin' to send me to the back..i ain't goin back there in the dark...dangerous"...well a few min later they are like "we need everyone to leave now..thanks"...so i left.....being that there was no electricity at our apt either i headed on over to the publix to "re-shop"...i'm not sure if that is a word...but that is totally what i did...so i kinda had two fun grocery shopping trips today and now i kinda think maybe sometimes it is better to take a friend with you just in case you end up in the dark!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  So i survived and came back to the apt...and we chilled out for a bit...with no power..and then Shelly took me to STARBUCKS!! best part of the day yo! That white mocha was soooo good and i definately needed it! ne ways on my cup was this little saying and I told Shelly I'd put it in my blog just for her so here goes!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;blockquote style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The irony of commitment is that it's deeply liberating- in work, in play, in love.  The act frees you from the tyranny of your internal critic, from the fear that likes to dress itself up and parade around as rational hesitation.  To commit is to remove your head as the barrier to your life.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--Anne Morris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So now Et has come over and our power is back and she and shelly and shannon and I are all chillin' in the living room watching practical magic!! Gotta love those midnight margaritas!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;1st night in the new apt!! GOtta make it a good one....definately been the kinda afternoon that makes ya wanna cuddle up with someone special...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;night ya'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-115310204065671451?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/115310204065671451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=115310204065671451&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115310204065671451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115310204065671451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/07/starbucks-inspiration-for-shleby.html' title='starbucks inspiration for shleby'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-115307934068829368</id><published>2006-07-16T14:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T20:50:02.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;wow what a whirlwind weekend!! Seems like I haven't even had time to breathe!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It began really with camp on Friday morning...we knew it was going to be a long long....long long...very long busy day..but I don't think we could have begun to prepare ourselves for how very long it actually was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; The waterpark was CRAZEE but lots of fun as well!! One of my favorite days at camp so far!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Poor Bree..i was feelin' bad for her though...bein hungover that day had to be sheer TORTURE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then there was wildwings....Note to self: Never Eat Wildwings before MOVING!! BAD IDEA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fun..but a very very very bad idea.  So after a much needed break and lunch/dinner at wildwings...Shay Shay and I headed back to the apartment to get our move on!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And...we are so so so lucky and blessed to have friends!! Because shortly after we started moving Christina showed up to help and then shortly after that Sam showed up with his truck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Christina's new name is "hoss" bc the chick can sure carry some furniture!!  We must have made a million trillion trips up and down stairs with all manner of things and truck rides back and forth ....by the end of the night every part of us was aching!! We finally pooped out cause we couldn't do ne more!  So the four of us crashed ....Shelly's parents brought us drinks from SONIC, and tina got her some chinese..then all four of us drug our worn out behinds to the pool for a little night swimming which turned out to be more like night vegging in the pool.  we were too tired to move!! Afterthat our faithful  companions went home and shannon and i camped out in the living room on the couches cause we had no beds haha....and she put in a scary movie "when a stranger calls"...fun times....we woke up in the morning and after a cup of coffee we were back at it hard and strong again!! No showers even..we were hardcore and Sam and christina were back again to help us finish...we all worked our tails off!  And Shelly's parentals were really sweet too her Dad took down my curtains and put them back up for me!! He did call me a redneck once...but I'll forgive him for that...cause i laughed when he fell up the stairs..haha...shelly did too!...laughed i mean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  So ne ways...when the moving was almost done we had PIZZA for lunch...i love pizza by the way...seriously love pizza!!  Then we all took a short rest break and had a lil much needed quiet time.  I really didn't think I was gonna make it that there was no way I could do ne thing..but we pulled it together..got ourselves dressed and headed out to Carisa's for her Redneck/Moonbounce party!  I am sooooo glad we went it was a blast!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I have to say that having a moonbounce was like the best idea ever!! it was quite fun...the whole night was!! It was good to see everyone and shannon was  hilarious with her dale earnheart getup....Jenni and Lauren brought the cutest lil OT cake and Shannon and I.....as usual hung in till the end...heck we spent the night!! We're like those gests thta never leave!! Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shannon made some big steps towards her fear of dogs...We almost let cooper sleep with us..but she said no..haha.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh and this morning was great when Carisa's husband came walkkin into the kitchen in a speedo!! I just covered my eyes..haha they are CRAZY....but so are we so its all good....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Moe's for lunch was perfect!! Went back on over to old 621 and finished gettin' the rest of our junk!! We are finally DONE!! yay!! We are moved in woohoo!! finally done!! i'm a lil excited bout it!!! So i should try to get some work done now but i'm just plain pooped....did i mention i love pizza?  So I may wash a little clothes..do a little work..watchin a little lifetime...you know how it goes!!  Maybe make a fun lil trip to the food lion....gotta love Sunday afternoons after a very busy...but very good weekend...at the moment i'm just very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;thankful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm a lucky girl to have people who care about me and will be there for me when i need them :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-115307934068829368?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/115307934068829368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=115307934068829368&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115307934068829368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115307934068829368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/07/thankful.html' title='thankful'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-115284834156375045</id><published>2006-07-13T23:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T23:39:01.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>aqua shaped dreams of optimism</title><content type='html'>so tomorrow is the waterpark...beaver reunion shortly after at wild wings, and then workin' our behinds off to move our junk!! I can't even imagine what the day is gonna be like.....i'm sure there will be stories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson of the night is...friends are important...even if they make u watch really bad bad corny dorky sappy bad movies...they can save you from having to marry some evil blow fish and help you find love with the man..i mean boy..you choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a serious note...i was thinking.....i'm afraid i'm in fact an idealist...i imagine that is why i have chosen the career that i have....however I am also that way in thinking about others and the future.  I have this picture in my head of what I expect someone to be like..I always have such high expectations of others.....and I guess this makes it easy to be let down...but what's the alternative?? I think I'll stick with assuming the best ..picturing the future to be everything that I hope...and who knows?? Maybe one day I'll be shocked to find things are even better than I could have imagined. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unrealistic? Maybe...but quite happy to stay that way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-115284834156375045?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/115284834156375045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=115284834156375045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115284834156375045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115284834156375045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/07/aqua-shaped-dreams-of-optimism.html' title='aqua shaped dreams of optimism'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-115275902254443891</id><published>2006-07-12T21:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T15:20:32.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hungry Caterpillar ate Andolinis!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/1600/brooke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/400/brooke.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/1600/caterpillar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/400/caterpillar.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So the Hungry Caterpillar was a success afterall!! It was soooo crazy but lots of fun also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/1600/three%20amigos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/400/three%20amigos.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So glad the three amigos could make it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a super busy day...really enjoyed the talk we had from "the General" this afternoon...both of the speakers we have had this week have really made me do a lot of thinking, and soul searching, and definately made me really want to grow as a person.  I wish I had people like that to remind me everyday to take a step back and look at what I have...what I have to give to others, and to remind me how important it is to never take anything for granted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I think the thing that really hit me the hardest was when he spoke about his wife.  I mean, to be devoted to someone so much that even when your entire life..and their entire life changes you love them and do whatever it takes for as long as it takes as she is doing.  That's the kind of love I hope I'm blessed enough to find.  That's the kind of selfless love and devotion I hope I can give to someone someday.  Seems to me that's the kind worth holding out for....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on that sappy note..i'm gonna go start my article for Nancy...yep i procrastinated...i know you're not surprised!! :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night ya'll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-115275902254443891?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/115275902254443891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=115275902254443891&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115275902254443891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115275902254443891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/07/hungry-caterpillar-ate-andolinis.html' title='The Hungry Caterpillar ate Andolinis!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-115271612344240634</id><published>2006-07-12T10:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T21:53:41.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/1600/meandmaggie.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/400/meandmaggie.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...this is me and my camper on a hot day at CATR!! Camp has been really great so far!! I'm going to be sad when its over!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Yesterday Nicole and I spent a couple hours working on the very large &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;rainbow fish&lt;/span&gt; (pictures of that to come :-) It is currently resting in my car and takes up the length of the car. Right underneath it are the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MoViNg BoXes&lt;/span&gt;...busy busy week!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  So I"m currently in ReSeaRch class...obviouslly NOT paying attention..oops! :-P  And as soon as it's over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=85418458"&gt;Riley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and I are headed to camp because today is the big PlAy!! The Hungry Caterpillar!! Get excited!! haha....so glad that Giraffe and Shell-dawg are coming along as well. Et has been appointed the official photographer for the event...basically I put her in charge of my camera..yay! And she's already been practicin' in class..who knows!!&lt;br /&gt;This weekend looks to be an interesting one as well..If I can make it to Saturday night I'm home free!! Time to go to the good ole country party them folks is havin' up in goose crick!! Might be time for Bertha mae's sister to make another appearance...ya'll be ready now! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as this weekend is over its time to start workin' on Gold Rush/ western scenery for the next camp!!  I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;heart &lt;/span&gt;camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note I really can't believe this semester is almost over!! SCARY!! Only one more semester and no more class!! How crazy is that? Its hard for me to blieve I'm almost done..and I'm thrilled about my rotations also!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone is going to be around I will be in Greenville starting in Jan...Anderson after that..and then Greenwood for the summer! Call me cause I will be LoNeLy!! And weekends will be ROAD TRIPS! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is the accepted time, not tomorrow, not some more convenient season.&lt;br /&gt;It is today that our best work can be done and not some future day or future year.&lt;br /&gt;It is today that we fit ourselves for the greater usefulness of tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Today is the seed time, now are the hours of work, and tomorrow comes the harvest and the playtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~W.E.B. Du Bois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-115271612344240634?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/115271612344240634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=115271612344240634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115271612344240634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115271612344240634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-heart-camp.html' title='I heart camp'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-115230810625756164</id><published>2006-07-07T17:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T18:23:54.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>rasberry flavored turnip greens</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, I'd say its been a great morning....Little trip to the mall...fun times at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Target&lt;/span&gt;.  FInally went and got the mail..woohoo!! Stopped at &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bockbuster&lt;/span&gt; on the way back and got some movies!! And &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moe's&lt;/span&gt; for lunch yumm!!  I got a shirt to wear Sunday to see Pirate's of the Carribean II...exciting I know!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back and watched a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;l&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;movie about a psycho woman...of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And btw discovered that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;diet Sunkist&lt;/span&gt; is really yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now shell dawg is makin some &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;coffee&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;I can't think of any way things could get any better!! ....well...maybe one ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Watching:&lt;/span&gt;    Memoirs of a Geisha   &lt;br /&gt;                                                   &lt;img src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:pJM_XfPa81qYTM:www.impawards.com/2005/posters/memoirs_of_a_geisha_ver3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-115230810625756164?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/115230810625756164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=115230810625756164&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115230810625756164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115230810625756164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/07/rasberry-flavored-turnip-greens.html' title='rasberry flavored turnip greens'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-115224122395573137</id><published>2006-07-06T21:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T23:00:23.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>some quotes that seem appropriate right now....</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;“You must constantly ask yourself these questions: Who am I around? What are they doing to me? What have they got me reading? What have they got me saying? Where do they have me going? What do they have me thinking? And most important, what do they have me becoming? Then ask yourself the big question: Is that okay? Your life does not get better by chance, it gets better by change.”&lt;br /&gt;Jim Rohn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;“You are now at a crossroads. This is your opportunity to make the most important decision you will ever make. Forget your past. Who are you now? Who have you decided you really are now? Don't think about who you have been. Who are you now? Who have you decided to become? Make this decision consciously. Make it carefully. Make it powerfully.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Anthony Robbins&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; "Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The tragedy of life is not that it ends so soon, but that we wait so long to begin it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-W. M. Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"One hundred years from now, it will not matter what my bank account was, how big my house was, or what kind of car I drove. But the world may be a little better, because I was important in the life of a child."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Forest Witcraft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I think that children have a power to imagine that is almost magical when compared to the adult imagination, and this is something irrevocable that a child loses when he or she becomes bound by logic. We adults continue to have our children’s power of imagination only in our dreams... Of course it’s awfully necessary that children not run their entire lives on the basis of such thinking; they do need to learn how to think logically. But the world will soon teach that to them -and in overabundance. I think we should do everything we can to make it possible for children to hang onto the power to imagine in the almost magical sense for as long as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;-Joseph Weizenbaum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one that has been opened for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Keller, Helen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life is either a daring adventure or nothing. Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature.&lt;br /&gt;Helen Keller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-115224122395573137?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/115224122395573137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=115224122395573137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115224122395573137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115224122395573137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/07/some-quotes-that-seem-appropriate.html' title='some quotes that seem appropriate right now....'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-115197427863696228</id><published>2006-07-03T20:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T23:43:16.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>randomness from the weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't have time to go into detail about all the random fun craziness of the weekend but i'll try to hit some of the highlights!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"i'd say it all began with literally about 20 phone calls from &lt;a href="http://www.ericarie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;erica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..along with some rather disturbing ims...from &lt;a href="http://www.ericarie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;erica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..and very nice I love you text messages from ....&lt;a href="http://www.ericarie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;erica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! :-P"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;followed by....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She'll do anything for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;starbucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;sonic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Fun times at the pool:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Your birth was a mistake?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"hey shannon where's my drink?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"you're my servant now"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"What's your favorite....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Hey Brenda!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;" You hold hands with your girlfriend"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Are you married?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Your name is crapola"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"you look like something i found in the toilet!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Is that your boyfriend?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;~ How old do i look??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;~I'd say fifteen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;~How old does she look??&lt;br /&gt;~umm....42&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"do you want to have kids?"&lt;br /&gt;"yes, after i get married....i don't even have a boyfriend"&lt;br /&gt;"if you were my mom i'd prolly see you naked" (~7 yr old boy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Other Randomness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy on street handed me his phone (big mistake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;guy~&lt;/span&gt;"hey tell this girl i'm a nice guy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;~"hey...dude this guy is out here on the street layin here with his pants down in nothin but his boxers hitting on girls"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;girl~&lt;/span&gt; "are you serious??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me~&lt;/span&gt; "completley!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shannon and christina broke that one up...apparently it wasn't a nice thing to do...oops!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; wild wings escapades!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ shannon get's to wear the "i made out with a homeless man bracelet"&lt;br /&gt;(don't ask...hilarious!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ hankerchief girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ love that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;hippo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ we are now plane jane groupies....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WISH I WAS A BEACH BUM~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-115197427863696228?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/115197427863696228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=115197427863696228&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115197427863696228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115197427863696228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/07/randomness-from-weekend.html' title='randomness from the weekend'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-115194313754209746</id><published>2006-07-03T12:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T12:12:17.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>beach days..</title><content type='html'>i have been neglecting my blog!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of fun times have been had recently including making new friends at the apt pool...all under the age of 12 :-P,  the beach has been a blast!!  &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2002252&amp;l=c81b4&amp;amp;id=84000231"&gt;Downtown&lt;/a&gt; was fun also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone's havin a great fourth of july weekend!! I'm headed back to the beach with the girls!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-115194313754209746?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/115194313754209746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=115194313754209746&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115194313754209746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115194313754209746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/07/beach-days.html' title='beach days..'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-115153281661714047</id><published>2006-06-28T18:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T08:45:25.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>study times</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok..so just some of the randomness that occurs during study time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bree's latest thought process&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tangerine, which reminds me of clementine which reminds me of eternal sunshine of the spotless mind which reminds me of jim carry which by the way do you know who he's dating now??&lt;br /&gt;ITs not carmen electra but it makes me think of her...&lt;br /&gt;look it up...oh jenny mcarthy right?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow...seriously...all that while studying for neuro....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Tracy leaves traces.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to come i'm sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-115153281661714047?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/115153281661714047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=115153281661714047&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115153281661714047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115153281661714047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/06/study-times.html' title='study times'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-115152147934951638</id><published>2006-06-28T14:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T15:04:39.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>long busy week</title><content type='html'>So my blog has been seriously neglected this week due to 2 exams and several assignments which have basically made this week miserable!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm currently in the cybercafe waiting on the printer so i can print nancy's notes...and my progress note that is due in like two hours...when i get done with it...oops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's lab...which i'm sure will prove to be quite interesting...followed by an adventure to find a wonderfully delicious cup of coffee that will stimulate me and make me oh so excited to "begin"...yes i did say begin to study psych for our exam tomorrow..wow...seriously....all you people planning to get up in the morning i'm pretty mad at you!! Cause i will be up doing it tonight since i'll be heading to camp in the a.m....i do love camp..i'll definately have to blog about that later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh....hello...Toni had the camera!! yes for getting my camera back..and I even put the &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2002223&amp;l=e165f&amp;amp;id=84000231"&gt;pics&lt;/a&gt; up real quick!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..i have been found out because Giraffe and shell-dawg just came by...they r twinkies today btw...and caught me blogging..gotta go print!! woohoo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gene's thurs after class are ya with me??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-115152147934951638?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/115152147934951638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=115152147934951638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115152147934951638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115152147934951638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/06/long-busy-week.html' title='long busy week'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-115126728773155629</id><published>2006-06-25T16:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T16:28:07.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>suspenseful i know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/1600/806450377305_0_BG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/400/806450377305_0_BG.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so...i until  i locate the camera i have stolen one of Katy's photos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Brian Lenger's is a PUNK!!  He told me my camera was at the bottom of the pool!! PunK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-115126728773155629?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/115126728773155629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=115126728773155629&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115126728773155629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115126728773155629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/06/suspenseful-i-know.html' title='suspenseful i know'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-115126199821703549</id><published>2006-06-25T14:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T15:02:54.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>camera investigation update</title><content type='html'>ok..so i just talked to Brian (not cara's brian..or class brian...but the other brian)...who had got my number from &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=37650376&amp;amp;MyToken=80e1fe8a-1ae1-487c-82fd-4bc64b608b11"&gt;Christina&lt;/a&gt;.  He says last time he had my camera he either handed it to me or &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=75125609"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  I'm pretty sure I've talked to Seth and he doesn't have it...So i'm thinking the only likely explanation is that its somewhere in &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=37060463&amp;amp;MyToken=b0217ad4-382d-4f67-9b0d-bbd86337c28e"&gt;Bree's&lt;/a&gt; apartment.   I think my detective skills are pretty lousy :-P...but i'm still workin' on it! &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-115126199821703549?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/115126199821703549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=115126199821703549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115126199821703549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115126199821703549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/06/camera-investigation-update.html' title='camera investigation update'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-115124873444092510</id><published>2006-06-25T11:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T11:18:54.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>camera blues...</title><content type='html'>Ok..so i fully intend to blog about Friday...which was quite the eventful day....however at the moment i'm sad bc I don't know what happened to my camera which has lots of fun pictures on it!!&lt;br /&gt;So...when I find the camera...i'll update....ne ideas??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-115124873444092510?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/115124873444092510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=115124873444092510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115124873444092510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115124873444092510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/06/camera-blues.html' title='camera blues...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-115101482865730064</id><published>2006-06-22T18:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T18:33:26.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>addicted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things i'm addicted to right now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lifetime movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flip Flops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine/swimming pool/beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Myspace&lt;/span&gt;...sad i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neopets..even sadder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;GOldfish&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;cheez-its&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Diet coke&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;yoohoos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Gene's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;CoWs&lt;/span&gt; (i've got this thing for cows right now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PeOplE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;sparkling white Grape water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Birthday cake Icecream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;monkeys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;icebreakers sugar free sours (thanks bree)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-115101482865730064?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/115101482865730064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=115101482865730064&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115101482865730064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115101482865730064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/06/addicted.html' title='addicted'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-115091521212489070</id><published>2006-06-21T14:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T14:41:24.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>swoc</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cow_tipping"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/a/a4/Cow.jpg/375px-Cow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/a/a4/Cow.jpg/375px-Cow.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like this website about&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cow_tipping"&gt; "cow tipping".&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I'd share....seems a lot like "tractor tipping".&lt;br /&gt;;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-115091521212489070?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/115091521212489070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=115091521212489070&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115091521212489070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115091521212489070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/06/swoc.html' title='swoc'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-115084430554856063</id><published>2006-06-20T18:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T20:29:32.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts,,.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;shannon knows all the words to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;paris hilton's new song&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;sad.&lt;/span&gt;.i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ET scheduled a meeting for our group during mexi monday..someone should have a talk with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;red eye&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; today...that is what port city calls a large cup of coffee with 3 shots of espresso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I think above thought is why I reeeeeeaally need to pee right now......that and the fresca..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The bionic beavers&lt;/span&gt; may be making a special surprise guest appearance on Friday if Riley and Jessica Sue approve...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.EXCITING&lt;/span&gt; ..i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I think peas, rice, barbacue sauce, vinegar, worsterchire sauce, and texas pete, is a very appropriate and normal supper...i don't see what the big deal is yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;If anyone would like to donate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cowboy hats&lt;/span&gt; to a good cause...me, shannon and bree...we need some...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really tired of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EBP&lt;/span&gt;...really...really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I wish i was in the sunshine i can't wait till FRIDAy!!! At 3 oclock i am going to the apt..changing real quick like ....scrounging up pool toys, my cowboy hat...making sure jessica sue has her harmonica and we are headed out yo!! Gone to help riley get ready&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Law &amp; Order.....&lt;/span&gt; really....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-115084430554856063?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/115084430554856063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=115084430554856063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115084430554856063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115084430554856063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/06/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts,,.'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-115081241601360493</id><published>2006-06-20T09:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T11:04:40.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>where did the fun weekend go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok so this weekend was so much fun...the day or so has made me wish that I was back in the middle of the fun weekend and not here where things seem to be not so fun right now :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I left Friday morning and went for about a 3 hour drive (which was quite pleasant) to Sunset beach to meet the parents. WHen I called they were already at Captain Nance's Seafood in Calabash where I met them and ate some really good shrimp!&lt;br /&gt;We left straight from there to go on a Dolphin Adventure!! Haha...it was a very nice lil boat ride out to the ocean to see a shrimp boat, LOTS of birds, and some dolphins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/1600/100_1654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/320/100_1654.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/1600/100_1653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/320/100_1653.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i tried to catch the dolphins on film..but it was hard....i'm not a very good boat riding photographer! All I got was the boat! hhaha...oh and a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GIC0JRd3Tfk"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So after a very eventful dolphin adventure where i made a new friend named ANDY who was VERY young..and my parents laughed...a lot...we headed to the outlets to do some shoppin'! Then once we wore ourselves out doing that...we went to Carrabas! However, there was like a thirty min wait before they would seat us so we took our little buzzer next door to a WING's store and did a lil shoppin'..where of course there was a little mischief...my parents are so funny..i got them to do all kindsa crazy stuff....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/1600/100_1661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/320/100_1661.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/1600/100_1664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/320/100_1664.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they cute?? I love Dad holding the Barbie! haha..its great&lt;br /&gt;And then..I found a hottie and got mom to take my picture with him....while Dad stood guard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/1600/100_1659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/320/100_1659.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After the exciting adventures at WINGS we ate at carrabas and went to Target for more fun times! :-P Mom and I hit the dollar stuff inside the door and I met this woman and little girl who had found the Napoleon Dynamite stash!! So I got prizes for some napoleon dynamite fans I know! ( I got to bring em today .....ask me about them if i forget!!) Then when Dad finally got us out of there Mom and I had to pose with one of the big read balls :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/1600/100_1666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/320/100_1666.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were pretty much worn out by then so we went back and passed out in front of James bond.....&lt;br /&gt;Then on the way home we stopped at the calabash creamery for some ice-cream..I got Birthday cake of course!!&lt;br /&gt;Then I had a small photo shoot with the cows....for the "cows as still life" art project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/1600/100_1667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/320/100_1667.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/1600/100_1669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/320/100_1669.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then the next day Mom and Dad got up and went for a walk on the beach while I slept in :-) and then we went for more shoppin' at the mall...and this time..i know its going to be hard to believe but i bout a DreSs!! I know right...i basically hate dresses but mom said i looked like reese witherspoon..i was going for kelly rippa...I know i prolly look silly but i got it...so when ya'll see it ya'll can laugh at me..don't have a pic of that yet :-P Then I went and got More ICECREAM...birthday cake with cookie dough in it yum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THen we went to see cars....and my favorite character was Mater...i love that truck....dagum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"I'm happier n a tornado n a trailer park!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/1600/100_1672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/320/100_1672.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie we tried to find a Japanese steakhouse because everyone was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STARVING&lt;/span&gt;!! However the first place we found was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;REAAALy sketchy&lt;/span&gt; so we actually settled on OUtback which is always good.&lt;br /&gt;We tried to go to walmart but the lines were INSANE!! I was like "is there a hurricane coming that we don't know about yet??" I mean seriously I have NEVER seen lines that long at a wal-mart in my life!! Crazy..so we left..after we'd already filled up our buggy! Crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/1600/100_1673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/320/100_1673.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Then we decided to play Putt-PUtt..which was really fun..but my mom has like this magical putt-putt ability..she doesn't even try and she basically kicked our butts...Dad and I were struggling..but we did stop in the midst for a Putt-putt photo shoot.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/1600/100_1676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/320/100_1676.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/1600/100_1677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/320/100_1677.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok, so after getting BEAT at putt-putt...we went back for MORE ice cream! I actually switched flavors this time!! I was proud...I got key lime and it was really yummy. I went to sleep so fast when we got back cause I was exhausted!! Then I got up the next mornin early and drove on back to lay out at the pool for an hour and then dive into schoolwork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; SO the last day wasn't the funnest..too much apt stuff and schoolwork and no fuN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can't wait till Friday!! Pool Partay at Bree's for the first years!! Fiesta!! Woohhoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm a lil excited!! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; A girl's gotta have somethin to look forward too! Seriosuly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Plus! WE have to go see that movie!! You know what I'm talkin bout!! Love summertime movie trips! And We have to try the ice cream at ye old-fashioned that has blue icing in it..i really think it has the potential to be really good!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, and I invented a new dessert!! I put a chocolate chip muffin..that i added white chocolate chips to also in the bottom of a coffee mug and heated it then put breyers light rocky road ice cream on top of it..add a lil chocolate syrup and i'm tellin you it is AMAZing....just had it for breakfast! Yum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go get ready for skool :-( &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't wanna go!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-115081241601360493?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/115081241601360493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=115081241601360493&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115081241601360493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115081241601360493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/06/where-did-fun-weekend-go.html' title='where did the fun weekend go?'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-115041020298380263</id><published>2006-06-15T18:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T18:31:22.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The long day is gray</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;The long day begins with alarms and the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The mind isn't ready but the day has begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Brewing of the coffee sets the long day in motion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Whistful and restless you bus past the ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Gray&lt;/span&gt; halls and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;gray&lt;/span&gt; walls when parking is through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Gray&lt;/span&gt; desks and&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; gray&lt;/span&gt; chairs calling, welcoming you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Three or four hours in one &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;gray&lt;/span&gt; spot you spend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;A &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;gray &lt;/span&gt;laptop the friend on whom you depend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Distractions are endles, the summer sun calls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;She whispers goodbye as she silently falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;The day almost over you whistfully gaze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Hoping magical summer will save you from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;the long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;gray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6-15-06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-115041020298380263?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/115041020298380263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=115041020298380263&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115041020298380263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115041020298380263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/06/long-day-is-gray.html' title='The long day is gray'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-115039246587970849</id><published>2006-06-15T13:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T13:27:45.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts for the morning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/a/a4/Cow.jpg/375px-Cow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/a/a4/Cow.jpg/375px-Cow.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; have been neglecting my fish.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;sorry fish&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited about tonight because I have just been informed that I have been included in plans to go get ICE CREAM and watch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Pirates of the Carribean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;for the purpose of educating Shleby who is behind because she is a lil slow but we love her still. :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;caprisun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; that they put in my chicken nugget &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;lunchables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;! They are really YummY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I need to pack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross ur fingers cause i think tonight may be the beginning of the "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cow as still life art&lt;/span&gt;" project....stay tuned for updates...but there is a certain "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dissapearing cow&lt;/span&gt;" that I will be in search of located in North Charleston tonight!&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love the thrill of the chase!  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Moo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;“If happiness truly consisted in physical ease and freedom from care, then the happiest individual would not be either a man or a woman; it would be, I think, an American cow.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; William Lyon Phelps &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-115039246587970849?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/115039246587970849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=115039246587970849&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115039246587970849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115039246587970849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/06/thoughts-for-morning.html' title='thoughts for the morning...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-115029692094993581</id><published>2006-06-14T10:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T15:30:53.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>not so narnia</title><content type='html'>Ok..so its my fault...I have ruined the "narnia night"...I know..but I do have a good motive..because i'm leavin to go see the parents...I'll make it up to ya'll...somehow...we will just have to postpone narnia night for another night...and i'm thinking anticipation is half the fun right?? Well, I hope so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm also thinking..I really need some pool time..and its gonna be too long..i need to play pool baseball again! So..I think sunday needs to be a pool day!! Seriously! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Research is freezin me to death..and I'm already shaking i'm so nervous about lab tonight!! :-O&lt;br /&gt;Ugh..it is SCARY!!  Hopefully we'll survive once again feeling a little less inteligent as we leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we have to have a Pirate's Of the Carribean night because Shelly hasn't seen it yet...she's a dork....and she needs to see it before the next one comes out...cause WE"RE GOING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...we have to go to BRUSTERs...sunday after pooltime maybe?? because we relaly have to go back and find the big cow!! I'm beginning a new project..I have to come up with a good name for it...basically its going to be stilll life art...with cows...and me....i like it!! Fun fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay..break time....can't wait till lunch!! WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;Peace out yo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-115029692094993581?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/115029692094993581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=115029692094993581&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115029692094993581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115029692094993581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/06/not-so-narnia.html' title='not so narnia'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-115022510527168587</id><published>2006-06-13T14:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T22:04:04.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I just opened up my fish game and it said this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you discovered the magic fish of fertility! with this fish in your tank, pregnant fish tend to produce an extra baby. this fish was added to your tank."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have created a monster:-)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Shelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, So we're all ADDICTED...this is absolutely nuts.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Species of Fish I have created on the addicting fish game so far&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greenfin Stickfish&lt;br /&gt;Orange Goldbulb&lt;br /&gt;Speckled Beta&lt;br /&gt;Crimson Grouper&lt;br /&gt;Spined Leafish&lt;br /&gt;Oriental Comet&lt;br /&gt;Orange Spontanus&lt;br /&gt;Silky Shark&lt;br /&gt;Spined Beta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really gotta get a life and quit breeding fish in my spare time! Craziness! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Law &amp;amp; Order....prolly should be doing things to get ready for the LONG day tomorrow..but at the moment..i'm just not :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big plans for the weekend! Drivin' up to the beach to see the parents for Father's Day!&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone's having a fabulous Tuesday! Love ya'll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-115022510527168587?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/115022510527168587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=115022510527168587&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115022510527168587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115022510527168587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-just-opened-up-my-fish-game-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-115015050780838939</id><published>2006-06-12T17:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T18:15:07.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ok so..today has been interesting..I got up and went straight to the pool this morning so that I wouldn't be in my apartment when people came in to look at it :-/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Looks like we might be having to move next month...long story..we'll just see what happens with that...craziness....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So then i came back...drank coffee cause i had a super huge awful bad headache that was most likely due to a lack of caffeine..big problem...So i made some wonderful coffee...and ate some lunch..then I went back to the other pool with Shannon and Erica to escape the second round of people coming in to look at our apt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We had quite a bit of fun listenin' to music and playin' with pool toys. I'm becoming a very big fan of pool toys. Then we went back, got dressed real quick-like and went to LA HA...good times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We were early to class...where i wrote some STG's and LTG's REALLY FAST..and didn't read the chapters I was supposed to...Oops! :-O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;For the last thirty min i've been goofin' off with ET, Amy, and Shelly..makin' up for lost time...Now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; is addicted to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: arial;" href="http://www.addictinggames.com/fishtycoon.html"&gt;FISH GAME&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I will be here till nine tonight...but tomorrow is gonna be a good day cause the plan is to get up early and ExCerSize...a word that has been foreign lately but i'm implementing a new set of get healthy, feel better, basically all around improve my lifestyle plan!! We'll see how this goes.. I'll have to keep you updated...I have to come up with some rules ..and follow them :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;     Some favorite quotes of the day being....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This is so much faster when you do it with your mouth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;~Erica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I'm bout to start over...I have one fish..and its a baby..and i have no money to buy any growth hormone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;~ Shleby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What did ya'll feed Shelly today??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;~ET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; k its back to lab for me....i'll have to update about that experience later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-115015050780838939?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/115015050780838939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=115015050780838939&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115015050780838939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/115015050780838939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/06/hmm.html' title='hmm...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-114990536519539999</id><published>2006-06-09T21:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T22:10:19.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>perfectly wonderful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;What is one to say about June, the time of perfect young summer, the fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months, and with as yet no sign to remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Gertrude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Then followed that beautiful season... Summer....&lt;br /&gt;Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape&lt;br /&gt;Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Summer is the time when one sheds one's tensions with one's clothes, and the right kind of day is jeweled balm for the battered spirit. A few of those days and you can become drunk with the belief that all's right with the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;~Ada Louise Huxtable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today...was a perfectly wonderful day.....&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It began with a little trip to the pool to relax with some girlfriends...and turned into a trip to the grocery store and a little cookout with the girls!! Food, sunshine, and good conversation, along with some strategically chosen pool toys from none other than the dolla tree....made for a marvelous afternoon! It doesn't get much better. I grilled!! I cooked hamburgers on the grill for the first time ever!! And they weren't bad either! They were good, partially due to Shell-dawgs amazing burger patting skills! A big step in the small life of me! Erica has given me the idea for my first cooking show "Chef Brooke, Let me see ya grill!". Look for me soon on food network! I have to say also, that out of all the pool toys I had the most fun playing BaSeBaLl with pretend bases....except for the few moments where I thought I was going to drown because there are several areas of the pool where I can't touch..and everyone else can! That's always fun and interesting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...when it seemed that things couldn't possibly get any better...they did!!! Shelly and I went all the way to North Charleston to get BRUSTER's ice cream...and of course i got birthday cake....mmmm....i'm still thrilled just thinking about how great it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...to end a perfect day the three of us are curled up on the couches in the living room..chillin' and watching the shining. I have to say..I'm quite content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you guys who went home for the weekend need to come back!! You are missin' on some serious sunshine time with us!! I miss u guys already!! Where is my giraffe?? What's a weenie dog to do? :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-114990536519539999?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/114990536519539999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=114990536519539999&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114990536519539999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114990536519539999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/06/perfectly-wonderful.html' title='perfectly wonderful'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-114960037195767989</id><published>2006-06-06T09:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T09:27:12.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>let me let go</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DFgpFLeCtD8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DFgpFLeCtD8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-114960037195767989?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/114960037195767989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=114960037195767989&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114960037195767989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114960037195767989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/06/let-me-let-go.html' title='let me let go'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-114952898915424536</id><published>2006-06-05T13:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T13:36:29.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>time for the glad game</title><content type='html'>ok..considering the string of recent events...or maybe just that i'm a girl and i'm constantly on an emotional roller coaster cause i'm crazy..it seems like its time for the glad game...so here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that make me happy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunshine&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- I love that feeling when the sun hits your skin and you feel warm all over seems like nothing else matters in that moment and you wonder how anything could go wrong when you close your eyes and feel so wonderful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A good cup of coffee or hot tea&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- makes me so happy when I curl up on the couch in my pajamas with a warm cup of coffee or tea....every sip makes me a little more calm, a little less anxious, and it seems like with each little taste the world gets a little better...my problems get a little smaller and everything will work out ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Beach&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- What's not to love about the beach?? especially right now....when you go out there and see how huge and beautiful it is...seems like it reminds me that someone soooo much bigger and more powerful and so much wiser than me is in control of my life. makes me really thankful cause I have this way of screwing up everything on my own...i'm just glad i'm not completely on my own...that he's there to pick up the pieces when i make huge messes of everything...which i seem to do all the time...&lt;br /&gt;Plus I love the way the sand feels on my fit..makes me feel like a little kid again...and the wind blowing through my hair makes me feel free...if only for a moment from everything that seems to be weighing me down. The salt and the warmth and all of it together just make me thankful to be there..thankful for what I have..makes me wanna hold on to all the good things in my life and think a little less about the bad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New candles&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- I love it when you first light a new candle...the smell seems to be everywhere and its so comforting it makes you want to smile...and hold onto someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thunderstorms&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- I love the sound of the rain and the wind outside my window..and sometimes even the lightning and thunder..reminds me of how small i am and that its ok to feel like i can't control everything..because i really can't..sometimes i just need to let go and listen to the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time with friends&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- nothing does more than spending time with people who care about you no matter what...who you can be yourself around and let loose....people you can do anything or nothing with and still be happy...watching movies, cooking out...swimming, or just lounging around whatever it is...spending time with friends makes me a happy girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scary movies&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- I don't know why but its so much fun to try and watch them...i don't last long...i always end up covering my eyes or puttting my head in a pillow..but for some reason its fun to see how long I can last....makes my heart jump :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A good book&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- I love to get lost in a good book...its like no matter where I am I can just pick up a good book and travel to somewhere else, be somewhere else, see and imagine things i've never dreamed of, a book can go anywhere I do and even if its only for a moment i can escape to somewhere else...someplace exciting, someplace different....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;music&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- I love music....no matter how you feel or why there is always a song or a sound that can speak to you...something that meets you right where you are no matter what...it can pick me up when i'm down....i love to close my door and sing my heart out...i like to dance to music while i'm gettin' ready in the mornin'...there's something about music that connects to the deepest parts of you...the parts you can't talk about out loud...the things your scared of....things you can't say but you can feel...music goes there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess a lot of things make me happy..... :-)&lt;div 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game'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-114952893933353161</id><published>2006-06-05T13:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T13:35:39.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>time for the glad game</title><content type='html'>ok..considering the string of recent events...or maybe just that i'm a girl and i'm constantly on an emotional roller coaster cause i'm crazy..it seems like its time for the glad game...so here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that make me happy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunshine&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- I love that feeling when the sun hits your skin and you feel warm all over seems like nothing else matters in that moment and you wonder how anything could go wrong when you close your eyes and feel so wonderful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A good cup of coffee or hot tea&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- makes me so happy when I curl up on the couch in my pajamas with a warm cup of coffee or tea....every sip makes me a little more calm, a little less anxious, and it seems like with each little taste the world gets a little better...my problems get a little smaller and everything will work out ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Beach&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- What's not to love about the beach?? especially right now....when you go out there and see how huge and beautiful it is...seems like it reminds me that someone soooo much bigger and more powerful and so much wiser than me is in control of my life. makes me really thankful cause I have this way of screwing up everything on my own...i'm just glad i'm not completely on my own...that he's there to pick up the pieces when i make huge messes of everything...which i seem to do all the time...&lt;br /&gt;Plus I love the way the sand feels on my fit..makes me feel like a little kid again...and the wind blowing through my hair makes me feel free...if only for a moment from everything that seems to be weighing me down. The salt and the warmth and all of it together just make me thankful to be there..thankful for what I have..makes me wanna hold on to all the good things in my life and think a little less about the bad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New candles&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- I love it when you first light a new candle...the smell seems to be everywhere and its so comforting it makes you want to smile...and hold onto someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thunderstorms&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- I love the sound of the rain and the wind outside my window..and sometimes even the lightning and thunder..reminds me of how small i am and that its ok to feel like i can't control everything..because i really can't..sometimes i just need to let go and listen to the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time with friends&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- nothing does more than spending time with people who care about you no matter what...who you can be yourself around and let loose....people you can do anything or nothing with and still be happy...watching movies, cooking out...swimming, or just lounging around whatever it is...spending time with friends makes me a happy girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scary movies&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- I don't know why but its so much fun to try and watch them...i don't last long...i always end up covering my eyes or puttting my head in a pillow..but for some reason its fun to see how long I can last....makes my heart jump :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A good book&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- I love to get lost in a good book...its like no matter where I am I can just pick up a good book and travel to somewhere else, be somewhere else, see and imagine things i've never dreamed of, a book can go anywhere I do and even if its only for a moment i can escape to somewhere else...someplace exciting, someplace different....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;music&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- I love music....no matter how you feel or why there is always a song or a sound that can speak to you...something that meets you right where you are no matter what...it can pick me up when i'm down....i love to close my door and sing my heart out...i like to dance to music while i'm gettin' ready in the mornin'...there's something about music that connects to the deepest parts of you...the parts you can't talk about out loud...the things your scared of....things you can't say but you can feel...music goes there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess a lot of things make me happy..... :-)&lt;div 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game'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-114947202679074327</id><published>2006-06-04T21:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T21:51:52.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>stress level</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Personality Is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Idealist (NF)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a passionate, caring, and unique person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are good at expressing yourself and sharing your ideals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the most compassionate of all types and connect with others easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart tends to rule you. You can't make decisions without considering feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seek out other empathetic people to befriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth and authenticity matters in your friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you give everything you have to relationships. You fall in love easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, you crave personal expression and meaning in your career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With others, you communicate well. You can spend all night talking with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as your looks go, you've likely taken the time to develop your own personal style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On weekends, you like to be with others. Charity work is also a favorite pastime of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/threequestionpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Three Question Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Stress Level is: 58%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howstressedareyouquiz/stress-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are somewhat prone to stress, especially when life gets hard.&lt;br /&gt;When things are good, you resist stressing over little problems.&lt;br /&gt;But when things are difficult, you tend to freak out and find it hard to calm down.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howstressedareyouquiz/"&gt;How Stressed Are You?&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/22744223-114947202679074327?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/114947202679074327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=114947202679074327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114947202679074327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114947202679074327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/06/stress-level.html' title='stress level'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-114919498823911694</id><published>2006-06-01T16:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T16:49:48.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Magical Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/1600/810846976305_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/320/810846976305_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok you guys..i'm updating..chill out yo!&lt;/span&gt;    :-)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lately I've been thinkin'...I know..scary..but I have...about how there really is something magic about summertime. I'm serious. It's like as soon as i spend a little time in the sunshine everything seems so much better. It makes me think of possibility, opportunity, excitement, of meeting new people, visiting new places, and I think most of all, about how quickly life can change. I mean, in one instant your whole life can take a different path you had never imagined. That is exciting!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; Possibly these thoughts come from the five straight days I recently spent in the sun. But they were wonderful days filled with fun, and frienship, with the excitement that comes with getting to know new people and the comfort and happiness that comes with spending time with the friends wo know me so well. I just think....what more could I ask for?? How could I be any luckier?? Or any happier? &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; So, its only been like two weeks and now i'm wondering...what else does this wonderfully magical summer have in store for me? I can't even imagine...and I can't wait. I just know that whatever it is...I'm going to be ready for it...ready to dive in headfirst and enjoy the magic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-114919498823911694?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/114919498823911694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=114919498823911694&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114919498823911694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114919498823911694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/06/magical-summer.html' title='Magical Summer'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-114816105435452409</id><published>2006-05-20T17:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T17:37:34.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>um...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok, so the last few weeks seem like they have been a whirlwind...I think today might be the first day I have slowed down...nice to take a break.....definately needed a break... Ne ways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  So I'm back in Charleston for good now..no more of all this travelin stuff for a while.  The last two nights been hangin out with the girls...which has definately been amusing..to say the least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  My last day at the nursing home was Thursday and i was surprised at how sad i was to be leaving.  Everyone was so sweet and I could tell they didn't want me to go.  Whatever else I did with my break, I know that going there was a good decision.  I love meeting new people and being there everyday definately did wonders for my attitude. I am definately going to go back and visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  So for our lazee day today...Shannon finally got me out of bed to go to wal-mart.  I actually finished unloading my car  woohoo! And I even did a lil cleanin up and stuff...well, kinda...I tried to be slightly productive.....all I need now is a little sunshine and I'm good to go....bak to class  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm gonna go be lazee some more!! Yay!  Then maybe tomorrow can be sunshine by the pool and ICE CREAM DAY!! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I LOVE SUMMERTIME!! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-114816105435452409?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/114816105435452409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=114816105435452409&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114816105435452409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114816105435452409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/05/um.html' title='um...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-114693921159507648</id><published>2006-05-06T14:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T14:13:31.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>u know</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I'm back in Charleston for a bit...well, until tomorrow really! I was soooo exausted when I got here....I mean, I came thurs night but it feels like that was yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyways....So last week was crazy but fun...I did a lot of visiting..making new friends...all over the age of sixty..haha..and oh, I lead the bell ringers/choir..now that was interesting let me tell ya....its like they all ring their bells really loudly and some of them sing and I tried to stand in front and mouth the words and sing and it was hilarious if you ask me..but lots of fun! then I did lots of filing..woohoo..i spent 10 and a half hours there on thurs then drove straight to chas and passed out!! and got up early the next morning to follow Patty..which proved to be exhausting also..I mean, she walks like a million stairs a day! She is all over the place...wow...by the time i got home and showered I layed down and didn't want to move! I had told Shelly I would go to andolini's but dude i couldn't even manage that....i was beat....so i had a little mini cinco de mayo party with myself and "accidently" fell asleep early...in my blue jeans!! which i guess isn't all that abnormal for me :-P..haha&lt;br /&gt;  So...that brings me to today! Today I'm chillin' like its my job and recuperating so that tomorrow I can start again....gotta get another book to read this week and then its off to my grandparents again..then home...then its mother's day weekend..lots of family time..then i get to go FISHING after that yay!  Eventually back here to celebrate summer with some great friends!!  I can't wait! I've been craving birthday cake icecream ALL DAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I miss ya'll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-114693921159507648?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/114693921159507648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=114693921159507648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114693921159507648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114693921159507648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/05/u-know.html' title='u know'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-114660646360742180</id><published>2006-05-02T17:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T17:47:43.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what's really happening</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  In response to ET's &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=114653141188134439&amp;amp;isPopup=true"&gt;comment&lt;/a&gt;  I will try to be a little more descriptive of the actual goings on of my days during our "break" :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So..the last couple days I was in Charleston tryin' to get my act together..which could take some time :-P  I totally pretended like I was sandra bullock in two weeks notice the other night cause i ordered 18 dollars worth of chinese food..literally ( i guess i thought it would be fun..and i was lonely hahah...you guys gotta comme back!) anyways and i watched practical magic..with sandra bullock in it..how ironic huH? i know..but it was good....very enjoyable afternoon..oh that was Sunday night..and then..dude i'm so silly I missed over half of Grey's Anatomy..silly silly girl....oh well life goes on..haha&lt;br /&gt;  Last night I stayed at my grandparents house..and started reading my fourth James Patterson book in the last week..honeymoon...its turned out to be quite a twisted little tale of a wife who marries men and murders them..quite interesting...slightly dark..oops...maybe that is why I had a nightmare last night.  I dreamed that there was a grizzly bear..or maybe it was a black bear...welll, whatever it was dark and I was at my house (in my dream) I mean i was really in bed at my grandma's house dreaming..but neways I dreamt that I was outside in the dark and I heard this bear walking around and I could barely make him out in the dark but i could hear him moving and breathing and like an idiot I tried to hide behind this wooden pole and  just as he was coming up behind me sniffing with his wet nose and i was holding my breath I woke up...can someone interpret that for me?? please..cause i woke up scared as hell thinkin' there was a grizzly bear in the room with me and i am so dumb i opened my cell phone and used the light to check the room for bears!  I know, crazy right?? I mean I think i'm the only almost 23 year old I know who has trouble sleepin without a nightlight...haha...&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   Ok..sorry for the detour.  So after surviving the grizzly bear I slept...sort of until time to get up early this morning.  My grandpa had already left to go fishin'..i'm so jealous...so i made myself some coffee..had a cup while i got ready..made myself a cheese sandwich for lunch and headed out the door.  Oh and I took coffee with me in this oh so cute lil togo  mug i found at my grandparents house..i totally want to steal it! I love lil cups! I'm like addicted to small eating utensils and cups...weirdo i know.  I was running a lil early so I stopped by Mcdonalds mostly becasue it was on the right side of the road..and because i really do not like almost any breakfast foods I got one of those yogurt parfais and let me tell ya..i was pleasantly surprised..that thing was good.  So the morning was already off to a great start plus I made made myself a kickin' country summer 06 CD to listen to...I'm gettin' pumped...my last summer ever being a student!! We've got to make it a good one guys! LOTs of cookouts, beach days, pool time, driving to BRUSTERS in north charleston woopeee...and we totally have to go on more searches for friends of napoleon..plus i am going through withdrawl from Gene's! I can't wait for rooftop wed...and beach day friday..but what is to become of mexi thurs?? ugh..because we will be in class sooooo  long..what about mexi Sun?? since we don't have class till late on monday?? what do you guys think?? I'll send out an email and see what people think...i dunno&lt;br /&gt;  Ok so back to the day....I got to the nursing home about 9 oclock..and everyone was so nice..i met and re-met people ( i don't think that's a word) and anyways they even have a resident cat and i think he likes me!!! So...I'm glad I had some experience at active day or I would have been totally freaked out here all alone.  I helped put up calendars in the residents rooms and talked to them.  Then we would do an activity on each hall.  Today the activities lady decided since it was my first day I should do the hall activities...let me tell ya..it was quite funny.  I did the YMCA on 3 different halls and that is one LONG song when you're dancin' the whole time...the nurses were totally laughing at me cause we were doing it right in front of the nurses station....and then I would toss a bean bag to them..some of them it was more like handing it off and I would ask them their name and then go around again and i asked them what was their fav food or thing to do or something like that and sometimes i really had NO IDEA what they were saying..doin that three times with three different sets of people will wear you out!! There is no way i will remember everyone's name! So other than that i helped deliver some mail to rooms and oh yea..i helped tune a ...what is that thing called...harpsicord?? whatever june carter played in that movie walk the line...well, i helped tune it at the piano..that was interesting..quite!! In all it was quite a busy but very good morning and I'll be back bright and early in the morning who knows what is in store for me!!  She was like " oh you can sing"...i think...Lord help me, that she is going to have me tryin' to play that contraption..which i have NO IDEA how to do and leading songs on each hall...haha...crazy days!! but good ones! This is definately one of the most enjoyable things I've done on my break..but I still can't wait to get back and see everyone!! I miss you guys!! I miss all of our mischevious fun and our VIDEOS!!&lt;br /&gt;   Ok well, time to go because Mom will be calling soon from Tennessee cause she's all alone since i stayed here instead of going.....and then Dustin's gonna call and I hope we are goin to dinna cause I'm STARVING!! that cheese sandwhich aint doin it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya...and i don't know who said what or what ya'll think but I summerized my hair..or something like that...haha...my mom was like "do you want me to schedule you a hair appt?" and I was like guess that means you think my hair needs help..haha she was like its ok you just need highlights...so i went..fun times at the beaty shop in little mountain gettin all the small town gossip..this break was much needed and its reafirrmed that i am so ready to GRADUATE and get a job and have a normal lovely life...oh ...as long as we ALL live in the same city pref within walking distance!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-114660646360742180?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/114660646360742180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=114660646360742180&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114660646360742180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114660646360742180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/05/whats-really-happening.html' title='what&apos;s really happening'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-114653141188134439</id><published>2006-05-01T20:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T20:56:51.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Before you met me I was a fairy princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I caught frogs and called them prince&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And made myself a queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And before you knew me I'd traveled 'round the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And I slept in castles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And fell in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Because I was taught to dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I found mayonnaise bottles and poked holes on top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;To capture Tinker Bell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And they were just fireflies to the untrained eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But I could always tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Cause I believe in fairy tales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And dreamer's dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Like bedsheet sails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And I believe in Peter Pan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And miracles, anything I can to get by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And fireflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Now before I grew up I saw you on a cloud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And I could bless myself in your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And pat you on your wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And before I grew up I heard you whisper so loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well life is hard and so is love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Child, believe in all these things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I found mayonnaise bottles and poked holes on top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;To capture Tinker Bell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And they were just fireflies to the untrained eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But I could always tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Cause I believe in fairy tales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And dreamer's dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Like bedsheet sails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And I believe in Peter Pan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And miracles, anything I can to get by . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And fireflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And fireflies . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Before you met me I was a fairy princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I caught frogs and called them prince&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And made myself a queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And before you knew me I'd traveled 'round the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And I slept in castles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And fell in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Because I was taught to dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;~Fireflies~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-114653141188134439?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/114653141188134439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=114653141188134439&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114653141188134439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114653141188134439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/05/before-you-met-me-i-was-fairy-princess.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-114601660926863621</id><published>2006-04-25T21:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T21:56:49.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If you were coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;If you were coming in the fall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'd brush the summer by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;With half a smile and half a spum,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;As housewives do a fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;If I could see you in a year,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'd wind the months in balls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;And put them each in separate drawers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Until their time befalls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;If only centuries delayed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'd count them on my hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Subtracting till my fingers dropped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Into Van Diemen's land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;If certain, when this life was out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;That yours and mine should be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'd toss it yonder like a rind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;And taste eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;But now, all ignorant of the length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Of time's uncertain wing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It goads me, like the goblin bee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;That will not state its sting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;~Emily Dickinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div 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coming'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-114601417648271287</id><published>2006-04-25T21:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T21:16:16.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;How much have you changed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 YEAR AGO TODAY (April 23)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How old were you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;21 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What grade year were you in?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I was about to graduate from college &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Where did you go to school?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Erskine &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Where did you live?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Due West, SC &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How was your hair style?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Blonde and straight &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Did you wear braces?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Did you wear glasses?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who was your best friend?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Brock &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who was your boyfriend/girlfriend:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Brock &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who was your celebrity crush?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Chad Michael Murray &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who was your regular-person crush?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;regular people let you down... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How many tattoos did you have?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;none &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How many piercings did you have:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;3 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What car did you drive?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Forerunner &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What was your favorite band/group?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i have no idea &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What was your worst fear?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I was so scared about moving to Charleston and starting over....being alone...I was scared of being away from Brock &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Had you driven yet:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;umm ya &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Had you been to a real party yet?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;real party?? is anything at Erskine considered a real party?? Prolly not &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Had your heart broken?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes..i had come to expect it &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How old are you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;22 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What grade are you in?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I'm one year away from graduating from grad school...i have no idea what grade that is &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Where do you go to school?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;MUSC &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;where do you live?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Charleston, SC &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;where do you work?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;don't have time for a job &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Where do you hang out?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;the library, the mexican restaraunt, the bookstore &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How is your hair style?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;brunette and straight &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you have braces?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you wear glasses?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who is your best friend?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I have lots of really good friends now..but no one i can share everything with...you're lucky if you have one best friend in your whole life...and i have..i'm a lucky girl &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Still talk to any of your old friends?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes some..i'm terrible at keeping in touch &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who is you bf/gf?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;don't have one...i'm married to school..and then to my job one day &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who is your celebrity crush?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Patrick Dempsey &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who is your regular-person crush?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;its easier to have a crush on celebrities who will never have the chance to hurt you...i'm content with my date with Patrick once a week! ;-) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How many piercings do you have?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;2 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How many tattoos?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;none &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What kind of car do you drive?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;forerunner &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What is your favorite singer/group?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i still listen to an eclectic mix &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What is your biggest fear?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;having a great job and a great life...and no one to share it with &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you been to a real party?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;um..i don't know..what is a "real" party?? i think i'm pretty boring now....i'm turning into an adult &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a title="How much have you changed" href="http://www.bzoink.com/S57680/How_much_have_you_changed.html"&gt;Take this survey&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a title="Bzoink Surveys" href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys"&gt;Find more surveys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been totally &lt;a title="Bzoink" href="http://www.bzoink.com"&gt;Bzoink*d&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;!END BZOINK.COM SURVEY CODE&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-114601417648271287?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/114601417648271287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=114601417648271287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114601417648271287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114601417648271287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/04/changes.html' title='changes'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-114566830589267869</id><published>2006-04-21T21:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T21:13:25.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.theladyandsons.com/images/home/homePage_footer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.theladyandsons.com/images/home/homePage_footer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;This is where we're eating in Savannah! Fun times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's been a great week at MFCP but I'm worn out...so this trip to Savannah is just what I need for some R&amp;amp;R. Then its back to be busy again....my &lt;a href="http://calendar.yahoo.com/vettgirlbj"&gt;calendar&lt;/a&gt; is getting &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FULL!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-114566830589267869?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/114566830589267869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=114566830589267869&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114566830589267869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114566830589267869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/04/busy-bee.html' title='Busy Bee'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-114515180456689037</id><published>2006-04-15T21:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T21:43:24.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>no place like home....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;         Boy is it good to be home....exam week was absolutely rediculous..i seriously thought it was possible i would lose my mind before we got done...and then..when we were finished i didn't know what to do with myself.  So, I called Mom and Dad and they said "come home!!" of course.  Mom was like "just throw all your dirty clothes in a trash bag, and throw everything in the car and come!"....i was sooooo worn out but i went and grabbed some coffee from books-a-million who by the way was having serious issues that day, and then i went back and ran up and down the stairs just piling things into the car... the drive home seemed like it flew by and I was so relieved and thrilled to be done with EXAMS!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;    I can't believe how long yesterday was..I mean, yesterday morning seems like it was forever ago! A LOT of things happened...lets see....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt;  I got up and Shelly Dawg and I got ready and went to Food Lion to get a cake and candles and such for Christina's B-day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt;  We parked in the parking garage on the sixth floor and people were taking FOREVER to park...but atleast we didn't have to carry that cake on the bus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt;  we took what i thought was quite a difficult pathophysiology exam that i'm praying i did ok on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt;  I went to the nook and finished a work site analysis for Peter and then wrote Jerry's Self-eval paper real quick-like, and did my HIPPA training over again bc the chick lost it....then went and printed it all off and turned stuff in which was a relief to be done with that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; Then we had a little "nook party" for Christina.  Shelly and I tried to get the cake ready in the hallway and that was almost a serious disaster....really we were a fire hazard.....she picked out these funky candles that took forever to light and i was bout to burn my fingers and she was laughing so the cake was shaking and i was laughing so my hands were shaking and then when i tried to blow out the match before it burned me I blew out half the candles i had lit! So of course we laughed even more as the candles melted and shelly was paranoid we were going to set off the fire alarm..so i resorted to spitting on the matches to make sure they didn't start a fire in the trash but then i spit on my hair..it was serioulsy a rough point in the day...we laughed a LOT! but we survived and the cake was yummy! That's what i ate for lunch! ha..healthy lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt;  Next we went to Jerry's class where we were all a little loopy from the week being over but it went well and we talked about fieldwork (starts MONDAY woohoo).... we all cheered when class was over...boy was that a good feeling..i really almost cried from relief of the week being over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt;  Went home and tried to figure out what to do next...layed on the bed for like 20 min getting my thoughts together..then went and called my parents who talked me into coming home.  Packed up all my things real quick and drove to good ole prosperity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt;  Sat and talked to my mom for an hour then went to "the palms" in newberry, one of only a few choices we had for dinner...it was really good i had salmon..and our waiter was hilarious.....DUDE he is TOTALLY KIPS COUSIN!! for real i am not lying i was wishing i had my video camera!! Where is ET shelly and AMY when you need them?? My parents def wouldn't have understood so i laughed inside like the whole time we were there....then this other random waiter guy brought us our food and called it all chicken even tho it was NOT Chicken..oh well...good to be back in the country...randomness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt;  then we went to walmart at like ten thirty to get all kindsa stuff..and there were random people there too..it was so weird being back becasue people are so different here...there were these two really big tall guys wearin their blue jeans and cut-off sleeveless shirts talking all loud and lookin' goofy ...this one guy talkin' all country was like " i can't believe i work at a grocery store and i gotta come to wal-mart to buy groceries" he was so loud! i was like who really says stuff like that and thinks people care?? oh welll...then when we got to the parkin lot he was there again sayin random stuff really loud and i was like there is no way he is really talkin to us this is so weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.&lt;/strong&gt;  went back home and i was sooooo tired i turned on law and order SVU for a bit and couldn't even finish watching to see who the killer was!! i was so sleepy...what a long day to end a long week!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;  Today was good though, it started with some really good coffee that Dad made...i washed a TON of clothes..and my car...and cleaned it out and now it smells all nice..i LOVE having a clean car..and i took a lil ride on the golf-cart and washed it too!  Yay now everything is clean and it felt like summer-time outside today!! and we had a wonderful supper too! Plus, if i can find my fishing license tomorrow i'm goin fishin'! Yay for bein' home...plus tomorrow is &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EASTER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Easter bunny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is coming!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;oh, and yay we have an &lt;a href="http://otclass.blogspot.com"&gt;OT blog &lt;/a&gt;now!! Thanks to Cara! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-114515180456689037?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/114515180456689037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=114515180456689037&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114515180456689037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114515180456689037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-place-like-home.html' title='no place like home....'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-114496917466793757</id><published>2006-04-13T18:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T18:59:34.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;last lab during exam week..things got a little crazy...check out these videos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5qo_p7sPUJQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5qo_p7sPUJQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NLjHVRX09kg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NLjHVRX09kg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L-zvjmSJe0A"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L-zvjmSJe0A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-114496917466793757?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/114496917466793757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=114496917466793757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114496917466793757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114496917466793757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/04/last-lab-during-exam-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-114486813582392363</id><published>2006-04-12T14:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T14:55:35.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>too much procrastinating....i know :-P</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--START BZOINK.COM SURVEY CODE--&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Name::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Brooke &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Screen Name::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;litlblondie &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Height::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;4' 11" &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Hair Color::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Currently Brunette..but that may change you never know &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Eye Color::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;hazel i think? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Favorite Color::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Purple &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Your Car::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;forerunner &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Your Present Town::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Charleston &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Your Grade::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;umm...i think i'm about to be in 18th grade...haha &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Your Style::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;style?? haha &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;* . . Have You Ever . . *&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Sat on your rooftop?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;hmm..not this one &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Kissed someone in the rain?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Danced in a public place?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;haha yes..unfortunately..everyone's heard about the dip &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Smiled for no reason?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Laughed so hard you cried?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i totally did that yesterday!!! (you would have cried too if you saw peter do the cuckoo!) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Peed your pants after age 8?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;haha um...i did in first grade during PE..but i was wearing a dress....then there was this one time...nevermind :-P &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Performed on a stage?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yep..couple days ago &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Sang to someone for no reason?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;uh huh..did that today! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Talked to someone you don't know?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;ya &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Been in love?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;* . . What's the last . . *&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Time you laughed?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;today when ET and i decided to begin the adventures of the weenie dog and the giraffe &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Time you cried?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;umm...like everyday for the last week..i hate crying!! and i hate being a silly girl!   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Joke you told?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i dont tell jokes very often...i find that everyday life is crazy enough right now &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Time you've looked at the clock?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;like 3 minutes ago &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Drink you've had:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;currently drinking water flavored with crystal light raspberry &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Song you've sang?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;BAD DAY...lovin' that song right now &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Number you've dialed?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;eww..i don't dial numbers i just search through my little phone list thing &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Food you've eaten?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;ummmmmmm...oh for lunch i had a salad and chik-fil-a nuggets..that was good i'm still ful &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Flavor of gum chewed?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;extra something &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Store you\'ve been in?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;uh...walmart? i think &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Shoes you\'ve worn?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i'm wearin my rainbows &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;* . . Can You . .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Write with both hands?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;um..ya but you can't read it &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Blow a bubble?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Touch your tounge to your nose?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no..dude that is hard i just tried &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Cross your eyes?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no but i can wiggle em bak and forth really fast to make people think i have abnormal nystagmus....does that count? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Stay up a whole night without sleep?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;ya..but you don't wanna see me the next day &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Prank call people?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;ya &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Speak a different language?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i tried spanish, i really need to relearn that &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/S44648/MY_SPACE_SURVEY.html" title="MY SPACE SURVEY"&gt;Take this survey&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys" title="Bzoink Surveys"&gt;Find more surveys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been totally &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" title="Bzoink"&gt;Bzoink*d&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;!--END BZOINK.COM SURVEY CODE--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-114486813582392363?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/114486813582392363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=114486813582392363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114486813582392363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114486813582392363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/04/too-much-procrastinatingi-know-p.html' title='too much procrastinating....i know :-P'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-114479858652771570</id><published>2006-04-11T19:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T19:40:09.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Opinion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.londonstimes.us/toons/cartoons/giraffe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.londonstimes.us/toons/cartoons/giraffe.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://recollectionbooks.com/bleed/images/humor/chbrown.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://recollectionbooks.com/bleed/images/humor/chbrown.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;K so this is really important..seriously..it has a huge impact on my self esteem right now! I just have to know!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="http://quimble.com/poll/vote/1462" method="post" target="_new"&gt; &lt;table style="font-size: 10px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td colspan="2" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you rather be a giraffe or a weenie dog?&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="10"&gt;&lt;input id="vote_option_id_6215" name="vote[option_id]" value="6215" type="radio"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Giraffe&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="10"&gt;&lt;input id="vote_option_id_6216" name="vote[option_id]" value="6216" type="radio"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Weenie Dog&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;input name="Vote!" value="Vote!" type="submit"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td colspan="2" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quimble.com"&gt;Powered by Quimble&lt;/a&gt; - Create and Share Polls &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Blame ET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-114479858652771570?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/114479858652771570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=114479858652771570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114479858652771570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114479858652771570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/04/opinion.html' title='Opinion'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-114478502672279688</id><published>2006-04-11T15:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T16:59:32.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;So i was thinkin....bout goin back to blonde for the summer...seems fun....but then sometimes i think brunettes look more inteligent. You know what...i wonder which looks taller?? Blonde or Brunette? 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Definately dead fish...i kinda like that fishy smell..reminds me of the lake&lt;br /&gt;  2.  Hmm...walking backwards is pretty fun..slightly dangerous but fun&lt;br /&gt;  3.  Golf Cart dude..I love golf carts!! They remind me of camp..and my parents have this fun red one that i like to ride up and down our dirt road.&lt;br /&gt; 4.  ewwww ....bee sting i think?? I've never had either!! So they both sound pretty scary!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-114477447168628425?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/114477447168628425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=114477447168628425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114477447168628425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114477447168628425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/04/tuesday-chooseday.html' title='Tuesday Chooseday....'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-114445617379052322</id><published>2006-04-07T20:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T20:29:33.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>long week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/1600/102_1457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/400/102_1457.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;One of my fav pics of the day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;its been an extremely long week but I HAVE survived it! Yay! So glad its over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;it was sad that it was our last day at Active Day today..i've fallen in love with some of the people there...so...instead of being sad...Shelly and I decided we're goin back every friday once we get back from our lil break!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Yes that's right i did say BREAK! Woohoo! We're goin' to have a break! A breathe of fresh air! A brief respite! A walk in the park..a lay on the beach...time to catch our breathe...rest our minds...sing a song..you get the picture...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;so we were talkin' today and i was like dude, Shelly do you realize that in one week we'll be done with this semester which means....we'll be second years...and even better we will only have TWO SEMESTERS of school left..possibly for the rest of our lives! How exciting is that?? I can tell u..its unbelievably exciting...after all this hard work..i can't wait to have a real job that I'm completley excited about! Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Happiness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Just gotta survive next week of exams...blah..but then its off to Medically Fragile Children of Columbia! :-) Can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/otinsc/album?.dir=b32e&amp;.src=ph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;more pics of icecream night! (courtesy of ET)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-114445617379052322?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/114445617379052322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=114445617379052322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114445617379052322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114445617379052322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/04/long-week.html' title='long week'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-114433164680617047</id><published>2006-04-06T08:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T09:56:23.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude we found Kip!</title><content type='html'>This is what happens when everyone is completely stressed and you go to Ruby Tuesdays to escape...there is no excuse for us.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4zD6_EZl-Ws"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4zD6_EZl-Ws" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-114433164680617047?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/114433164680617047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=114433164680617047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114433164680617047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114433164680617047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/04/dude-we-found-kip.html' title='Dude we found Kip!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-114424193570445184</id><published>2006-04-05T08:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T08:58:55.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>stressed out....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://birthesgraphics.homestead.com/files/CatStressedOut_257EL.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://birthesgraphics.homestead.com/files/CatStressedOut_257EL.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v21/sun_sea_sand/donttellmewhatkindofdaycat.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v21/sun_sea_sand/donttellmewhatkindofdaycat.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Stressed spelled backwards is desserts...coincidence?? I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-114424193570445184?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/114424193570445184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=114424193570445184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114424193570445184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114424193570445184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/04/stressed-out.html' title='stressed out....'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-114411662215759423</id><published>2006-04-03T22:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T23:05:59.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a little sunshine goes a long way...</title><content type='html'>Wow..what a fun afternoon....first of all, I have to say that a little sunshine really does go a long way.....i didnt have much time this afternoon but i was desperate for a little fresh air...seems like there is so much to do...and so many things to keep up with ...like these few weeks are so busy there's no time just to breathe and relax and regroup...so today..i had a little celebration all by myself..i walked to the pool and layed out! Boy did it improve my entire day....a little sunshine on your skin makes you feel warm inside all afternoon long...makes you feel healthy..gosh i wish i had time to do that every day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then...later tonight Shelly and i went over to ET and Amy's apartment....always fun..and funny......we decided, after talking about icecream for a while, and discussing several good ice cream establishments that we should in fact drive to the one that is the farthest away....and it was a trek....but well worth it.  We had quite a lot of fun on the way..mostly singing and dancing and doing a bit of photo taking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;theme songs of the trip included&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I'm In Love with a Stripper&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Bye Bye My Baby Bye Bye&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Gold Digger&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;You can't hurry love&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Walk Away&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Unwritten&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Stupid Girl&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;What Hurts the Most&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;P.I.M.P.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; and of course..Finally....Bad Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  Overall I'd say...the ice tea rocked..and birthday cake icecream has to be one of the best things in the world...and even better, according to ET, you can find it in Piggly Wiggly..she says blue bell ice cream makes a birthday cake flavor now with chocolate cake and chocolate icing...i'm so checkin that out this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You have to check out ET's dancin' Skils!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UWm_N-Xt0eY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UWm_N-Xt0eY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-114411662215759423?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/114411662215759423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=114411662215759423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114411662215759423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114411662215759423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/04/little-sunshine-goes-long-way.html' title='a little sunshine goes a long way...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-114402428263235464</id><published>2006-04-02T19:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T20:31:22.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>done!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/1600/100_1301.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/400/100_1301.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yay..I'm so happy! We finally finished painting this weekend! All the hard work has paid off! Its quite nice to finish a project you've been working really hard on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Then this morning we went for a wonderfully refressing walk on the beach....which I really needed...It was a nice Sunday morning...to bad its back to reality tomorrow starting bring and early with a presentation...group meetings, TB skin test...blah....comcast...blah....oh well, atleast the weather is beeautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-114402428263235464?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/114402428263235464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=114402428263235464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114402428263235464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114402428263235464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/04/done.html' title='done!!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-114381751630845688</id><published>2006-03-31T09:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T10:05:16.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>theme songs of the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;What a week it has been..i'm just happy to have survived it...there is so much to look forward too!! We just gotta hold out a little longer!! Two more weeks of class...one week of exams..then rotation in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cola&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;a href="http://savannahinns.com/cottages/wakefield_cottage.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Savannah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; R&amp;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; for a few days....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlotte&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;rock out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; at the &lt;a href="http://www.aota.org/nonmembers/area28/"&gt;AOTA&lt;/a&gt; conference w/my gurlz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt; :-P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;..then i dunno..but i'm thinkin two weeks of road trippin' or havin a week long "house party" in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Charleston &lt;/span&gt;:-)  Things are lookin up..just gotta hold it down for a few more weeks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;WE CAN DO IT!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(without killing each other!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://it.geocities.com/alessiagrint/badday-070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://it.geocities.com/alessiagrint/badday-070.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Bad Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Where is the moment we need at the most&lt;br /&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost&lt;br /&gt;They tell me your blue skies fade to grey&lt;br /&gt;They tell me your passion's gone away&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stand in the line just to hit a new low&lt;br /&gt;You're faking a smile with the coffee to go&lt;br /&gt;You tell me your life's been way off line&lt;br /&gt;You're falling to pieces everytime&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down&lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;The camera don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You're coming back down and you really don't mind&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you need a blue sky holiday&lt;br /&gt;The point is they laugh at what you say&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down&lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;The camera don't lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're coming back down and you really don't mind&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the system goes on the blink&lt;br /&gt;And the whole thing turns out wrong&lt;br /&gt;You might not make it back and you know&lt;br /&gt;That you could be well oh that strong&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where is the passion when you need it the most&lt;br /&gt;Oh you and I&lt;br /&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down&lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You've seen what you like&lt;br /&gt;And how does it feel for one more time&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                           &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Stupid Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Stupid girl, stupid girls, stupid girls&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I act like that, that guy will call me back&lt;br /&gt;What a paparazzi girl, I don't wanna be a stupid girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to Fred Segal, you'll find them there&lt;br /&gt;Laughing loud so all the little people stare&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a daddy to pay for the champagne&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the dreams of a girl president&lt;br /&gt;She's dancing in the video next to 50 Cent&lt;br /&gt;They travel in packs of two or three&lt;br /&gt;With their itsy bitsy doggies and their teeny-weeny tees&lt;br /&gt;Where, oh where, have the smart people gone?&lt;br /&gt;Oh where, oh where could they be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I act like that, that guy will call me back&lt;br /&gt;What a paparazzi girl, I don't wanna be a stupid girl&lt;br /&gt;Baby if I act like that, flipping my blonde hair back&lt;br /&gt;Push up my bra like that, I don't wanna be a stupid girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disease's growing, it's epidemic&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared that there ain't a cure&lt;br /&gt;The world believes it and I'm going crazy&lt;br /&gt;I cannot take any more&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that I'll never fit in&lt;br /&gt;That will never be me&lt;br /&gt;Outcasts and girls with ambition&lt;br /&gt;That's what I wanna see&lt;br /&gt;Disasters all around&lt;br /&gt;World despaired&lt;br /&gt;Their only concern&lt;br /&gt;Will they **** up my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I act like that, that guy will call me back&lt;br /&gt;What a paparazzi girl, I don't wanna be a stupid girl&lt;br /&gt;Baby if I act like that, flipping my blonde hair back&lt;br /&gt;Push up my bra like that, I don't wanna be a stupid girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god you guys, I totally had more that 300 calories&lt;br /&gt;That was so not sexy, no&lt;br /&gt;Good one, can I borrow that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL BE SKINNY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty will you **** me girl, silly as a lucky girl&lt;br /&gt;Pull my head and suck it girl, stupid girl!&lt;br /&gt;Pretty would you **** me girl, silly as a lucky girl&lt;br /&gt;Pull my head and suck it girl, stupid girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby if I act like that, flipping my blonde hair back&lt;br /&gt;Push up my bra like that, stupid girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I act like that, that guy will call me back&lt;br /&gt;What a paparazzi girl, I don't wanna be a stupid girl&lt;br /&gt;Baby if I act like that, flipping my blonde hair back&lt;br /&gt;Push up my bra like that, I don't wanna be a stupid girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-114381751630845688?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/114381751630845688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=114381751630845688&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114381751630845688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114381751630845688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/03/theme-songs-of-week.html' title='theme songs of the week'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-114377028143623197</id><published>2006-03-30T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T20:58:01.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hatching</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I realize now that I may have a small problem....I think i have one too many things on my mind right now and am possibly very close to a burn out if i don't get a serious break seriously soon...i mean there is only so much one girl can handle! I think i'm not alone in this feeling right now which makes me feel slightly...only slightly better about it..however today has been one of those days where you are quite sure that you either got up on the wrong side of the bed...or should not have gotten up at all..I mean its possible that rather than good karma I have bad karma or no karma at all....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; I mean I did in fact spill the same bottle (with sealable cap) of coffee 2 times within 10 yards and 2 minutes of each other...who does that??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; I guess I really wasn't all that worried until just a few minutes ago. I'm trying to boil like 4 dozen eggs for tomorrow because we're dying easter eggs with the folks at active day. Well....i was putting the eggs down in the water all gently..and i heard something... i swear, i'm not making it up..i swear i heard CHIRIPING...it was like squeak squeak...and then chirp chirp...i am NOT lying!! I HEARD IT!! So i completely freaked out and started picking up all of the eggs out of the water one at a time and placing them to my ear to try and hear which one this chirping was coming from...i did in the middle of this act realize how completely insane i must be but i kept right on doing it till i found....after several minutes and lots of intense listening, the egg containing the CHICK...or atleast that's what i thought...and I have NO IDEA why i would think it would be possible for an egg that has been in the refridgerator and in the grocery store to somehow have a baby chick that begins chirping when placed in warm water...and somehow my mind thought i was drowning a poor helpless little chick...so i thought he needs to be "incubated"..and no lie...i went right ahead and put him under a desk lamp and watched and listend cause i thought i could hatch him...i thought i could...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;That's when it hit me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;While standing at the counter watching and listening as intently as possible it hit me that in fact, its very possible that i am COMPLETELY LOSING MY MIND!I mean how can i possibly think that i can pass a pathophysiology test tomorrow, when at that very moment i fully believed i could hatch a small chicken onto my kitchen counter....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Needless to say i snapped myself back out of it and put the poor non-chick filled lifeless egg back into the pot and turned off the lamp....I need a BREAK! I'm just afraid if something doesn't change i'm only going to get worse..next i'll be trying to hatch something from a hotdog or something.....wow...that's all i gotta say....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-114377028143623197?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/114377028143623197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=114377028143623197&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114377028143623197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114377028143623197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/03/hatching.html' title='hatching'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-114347506298691149</id><published>2006-03-27T10:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T10:57:43.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend?? what weekend?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I don't know how it happened, but the weekend just zipped right by...I feel like I got jipped(how do you spell that?) Well, regardless...lots of good painting, and lots of good help, and really lots of fun! (updated &lt;a href="http://erskine.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2001316&amp;l=b7ba8&amp;amp;id=84000231"&gt;pics&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt; Plus, I discovered a new place that i like to eat that has a marvelous Greek salad! :-)&lt;br /&gt; This cold weather really needs to go though, i'm completely ready for summer, barefeet, goin to the POOL, and the beach! I've had quite enough of this chilly wind! It was 36 degrees when we left the apt to go paint yesterday morning..my lips are seriously chapped and I'm not real happy about that.  I am however happy that this week, mexi thurs, has been moved to mexi monday..woo hoo! And apparently today is "national kite flying day"? Atleast that is what Shannon says...so its possible that I might end up freezing my butt off on the beach this afternoon flying a dollar kite from the ghetto James Island wal-mart..but that seriously is up for debate at this point in time d/t the fact that I really need to atleast &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;begin &lt;/span&gt;studying for patho...blah&lt;br /&gt;just gotta hold it down till next weekend where i will be painting again! but the end is in site!!&lt;br /&gt;Three more weeks and its no class for a while! AND ITS ALMOST SUMMER!&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little excited! Just a little. ;-)&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-114347506298691149?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/114347506298691149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=114347506298691149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114347506298691149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114347506298691149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/03/weekend-what-weekend.html' title='weekend?? what weekend?'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-114321385757301420</id><published>2006-03-24T09:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T10:24:17.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexican, Walmart, and Chicken Poo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I must say this week has been anything but boring!  Crazy maybe, but not boring...&lt;br /&gt;  I was so ready for spring break to be over...I missed everyone!!  The adventures have been numerous...first of all, Shelly got "spanked" at mario...luigi needs to go bak home!&lt;br /&gt;    I love mexi thursday randomness, last night we went to el dorado and saw my friend Nickel, atleast i think that is his name....haha...I had some wonderful nachos with beans...which apparently didn't appear to be too appetizing (i thought they were) but ET had other ideas....her comment being "I didn't want to tell you but those nachos looked like they had doritos on top...i mean diarhea"..ha...so having survived the whole mexican thing we decided it was neccessary to visit and celebrate the opening of the SUPER WAL-MART in West Ashley, we're a little excited about it...and I was even more excited when we got there...because first of all, there was the hugest cow ever in the parking lot..i mean i want that cow..it was awesome!  Then we had lots of fun inside...because of things like electronic woopee cushions, and face conforming green things....we liked the toy section...we did however get a few neccessities while we were there so it wasn't totally a just to play trip.  And by the way...the bathroom there smelled like apples...for real.    Oh well, so we survived the rainy trip to wal-mart at night :-P&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://erskine.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2001373&amp;l=cf606&amp;amp;id=84000231"&gt;Pics&lt;/a&gt; are Hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;Most of the captions are courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/christianary1"&gt;ET&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is definately going to be quite an interesting Friday..I know this because we didn't even make it out the door this morning without serious mishap!&lt;br /&gt;  We were trying to take out the trash cause my mom is coming today and we've been tryin' to tidy the apt a lil bit.....however.....maybe it wasn't supposed to happen this morning, because once we had gotten completely ready, bookpack's on our backs, pocketbooks and coffee mugs oh and keys in hand we tried to grab all the trashbags...seeing as how we are supergirls we thought we could manage it ok, and i suspect we would have if the bottom of the trashbag hadnt decided to give out just as Shell Dawg was crossing the threshold of our door...so this stuff that pretty much looks like internal organs plopped down right between her legs.  I was in shock...it was however some chicken stuff she had cooked in the crockpot which i now declare chicken poo...and having seen it on the floor i have determined I will NEVER be able to eat that stuff if she ever cooks it again without throwing up! For real, it was deeesgusting!  And it got on her pants...so we aborted the trash taking mission and tried to salvage our clothing...poor Shelly though got it on her shoe and pants....and on the way to school, in the car I could totally smell it.&lt;br /&gt;So at the bus stop she tried to wash her shoe off in a puddle..it was great...so i'm thinkin we should watch out cause it might be another "freaky friday"&lt;br /&gt;  Oh well, so on serious matters, Mom is gettin' here at 3 so we can try to wash the deck at Active Day and tomorrow morning bright and early we resume painting! Excitement! Hope it doesn't rain...and that its warm..we are gonna be alll bundled up!&lt;br /&gt;  So right now i'm chillin in pathophysiology on the front row..typin' in my blog and listenin to music on my mp3 player..I'm such a Rebel! ;-)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~e.e. cummings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;The secret of happiness is not in doing what one likes, but in liking what one does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;~James M. Barrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-114321385757301420?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/114321385757301420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=114321385757301420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114321385757301420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114321385757301420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/03/mexican-walmart-and-chicken-poo.html' title='Mexican, Walmart, and Chicken Poo'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-114231772609626321</id><published>2006-03-14T01:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T01:28:46.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>can't sleep...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;so its like one thirty and i can't sleep... maybe shouldn't have napped so much today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We got soooo much done this weekend! The painting is coming along! Check out the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://erskine.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2001316&amp;l=b7ba8&amp;amp;id=84000231"&gt;pics of our progress so far&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. Then last night we went out and today i slept and hung out with Christina...i'm such a bum..i have been on this couch pretty much all day...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  Oh and then there was this small thing where the internet at the apt wouldn't work and I decide to give up trying to make it at oh about 10 till five...knowing my fieldwork narrative was due at five and knowing Jerry gets pretty mad abot em bein late.  So i just grabbed my computer and hopped in the car and Christina took me to school..haha..i'm such a disaster! So i sent it in from the parking lot and the time on the email says 4:59...that is like barely on time..he's prolly gonna email me back and say he didnt' recieve it till like 5:01 ...ugh...oh well... :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-114231772609626321?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/114231772609626321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=114231772609626321&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114231772609626321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114231772609626321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/03/cant-sleep.html' title='can&apos;t sleep...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-114204593652399051</id><published>2006-03-10T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T21:58:56.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky Friday!</title><content type='html'>Ok so today was quite the funny afternoon...crazy actually.  I should have expected it because really anytime my Mom and I get together things just seems to get CraZee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I'd say the fun started with Grayson's beautifully crafted plastic trash bag dress, and Shelly and Cara's wonderful cupcakes that the nurses nicknamed "grandma's biscuits" because they did in fact look more like buscuits than cupcakes.  Then came the KILLER bugs that tried to eat us alive....once we survived all that I thought it would be a nice evvening of dinner and relaxation but i should have known better....there was the small incident at mama fu's which was QUITE embarassing...lets just say..if you're gonna grab a pair of jeans that are dirty...make sure you don't have underwear in them still....umm..ya..cause i def had underwear hanging out the bottom of my pants leg...u dont' get much worse than that.....then after getting back to the apartment there was this little thing where we thought we were getting attacked by a dog (which was really inside an apt) so my mom and i tried to climb up the back of the car and kept pulling each other down.  We almost killed each other and there was NO DOG...well, atleast not outside....&lt;br /&gt;Its definately been a very very long but fun Friday! I've definately started spring break in a unique way..can't wait to see what craziness will happen tomorrow!! 8 oclock is gonna come really really early...so night ya'll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..and check out &lt;a href="http://x8c.xanga.com/c14b57172203041172725/b28039448.jpg"&gt;the monkey and the elepant&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-114204593652399051?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/114204593652399051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=114204593652399051&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114204593652399051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114204593652399051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/03/freaky-friday.html' title='Freaky Friday!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-114200913661087100</id><published>2006-03-10T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T22:01:13.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>update....spring brake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/1600/100_0967.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/320/100_0967.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/1600/100_0977.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/320/100_0977.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Ok, so i was told i need to update ....so here it is...these are some pics of the deck at Active day..It looks really sad I know, but we're about to cheer it up!! We've already started by putting some plants out there and its already starting to look a little more cheerful! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt; And...on another cheerful note...today is the first day of SPRING BREAK!! :-) and my mom is going to be here in a couple hours to meet us at Active Day!! Then the next two hours will be filled with Watergun tye dye, cupcakes with GrEeN icing, and decorating soap! Woohoo! How could I not be excited?? Plus...tomorrow we start painting!! I'm so excited to get started! This deck is going to look so much better once we're through with it! I'll post more pics as we make progress!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; And the weather couldn't be more perfect, its a beautiful day and it feels like spring!! I love it! It's as if God said " I made you a beautiful day...now go do something good!"....well, those might not be his exact words... :-) but i'd like to think so!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; Yay for not having to think about exams or projects or anything but fun, friends, and family for a few days! I'm thrilled! Happiness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Those who bring sunshine into the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;~James M. Barrie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Happiness comes when your work and your words are of benefit to yourself and others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;~Buddha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-114200913661087100?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/114200913661087100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=114200913661087100&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114200913661087100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114200913661087100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/03/updatespring-brake.html' title='update....spring brake'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-114109584919864489</id><published>2006-02-27T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T22:04:09.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart Sherwin Williams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/1600/logo_sw.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/320/logo_sw.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so the guy at the paint store today was sooo nice. I went to Sherwin williams today (thinking it was the first of many stops at paint shops this afternoon). The guy walked me into the back where there were just stacks of paint cans and was so helpful. He helped me open the cans and try to find the colors I was looking for and asked about what I was using it for. When I told him about the project we're working on at an "adult medical daycare" center he told me that his grandfather is suffering from parkinson's disease and is in a nursing home and i could tell it breaks his heart to think about it. He was so sweet and encouraging.&lt;br /&gt;Then he sold me this box of paint i had picked out for 8 dollars! I will definately tell people to go to Sherwin Williams from now on! Its nice to be reminded every now and then, that there really are good, caring people out there, people who are kinda and thoughtful not because they have to be, but because they choose to care about something or someone other than themselves. Good thought to end a long Monday on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-114109584919864489?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/114109584919864489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=114109584919864489&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114109584919864489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114109584919864489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-heart-sherwin-williams.html' title='I heart Sherwin Williams'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-114074538334808232</id><published>2006-02-23T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T20:45:33.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexi Thursdays!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G21BEL5gSQ0"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G21BEL5gSQ0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So this is just a lil sample of our mexi thurs...i'm tryin to learn how to use the video thingy on my camera...ha...good times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-114074538334808232?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/114074538334808232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=114074538334808232&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114074538334808232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114074538334808232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/02/mexi-thursdays.html' title='Mexi Thursdays!!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-114071731669498404</id><published>2006-02-23T12:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T12:55:16.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lessons in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So i've been doin some thinkin lately...i know watch out right??...well, it started because we had to do this interview last night with the mother of a "medically fragile" child.  Its always eye opening and slightly jarring when you try to put yourself in someone elses shoes and genuinely understand what they must go through each and every day.  I would have to say it definately makes you reevaluate your life and the things you take for granted or worry too much over each day.&lt;br /&gt;   I don't even know yet what its like to be a mother, let alone what it must be like to be a mom and on top of it having to deal with the fear each day, that your child may not be here the next.  So many things she said just tore my heart apart.  I mean, here I am worrying about my next assignment, next test, what I'm going to do this weekend...anything on the long list of things I have for myself to do this week, and she's wondering when her next trip to the ER will be and will her daughter be able to come home?  It was definately an enightening experience. &lt;br /&gt;   She spoke a lot about how wonderful people have been..how selfless and giving.  All I can think is....I want to be that kind of person, I want to give myself to others because what else could really be more important than helping someone other than yourself?? Kinda makes the things I do everyday seem rather insignificant.  Afternoons like that raise all the hard questions....like what made this famiy have this tradgedy?? And why am I so lucky that I haven't had to deal with something like this in my life? Why am I healthy and someone else isn't?  I don't have the answers.&lt;br /&gt;  I do know that for the rest of my life I want nothing more than to work everyday to make things even the slightest bit better for someone else. &lt;br /&gt;  I started to think a lot about what and who is really important to me.  If i was dealing with something so difficult and lifechanging, who would I call?? who would really listen and understand? Who could? &lt;br /&gt;  And then I thought about the people who have really been there for me when i needed them..you know the people who stick by you even when they don't understand, who you know will always be there.  There's only a few of those in your life and you're lucky if there's more than one.  There's friends, and then there are the friends who are closer than family, the ones you couldnt live without.  I'm so thankful for those people in my life....the ones who coudlnt understand but didn't have to. &lt;br /&gt;  I guess the truth is..i can't ever understand what its like to be in this mother's situation...but i can learn from it....I can learn from her to cherish the time that i have with the people i love, and to be willing to constantly give of myself even to people that i barely know...because you never know what a huge difference it will make in their life...and you can't ever know how they feel.  I'm just really thankful for the life that I have...for my family and for my friends....and for nights like that...for nights that make me want to be a better me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-114071731669498404?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/114071731669498404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=114071731669498404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114071731669498404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114071731669498404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/02/lessons-in-love.html' title='lessons in love'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-114063542608202596</id><published>2006-02-22T13:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T14:10:26.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crayons and Beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/1600/252417778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6252/2318/320/252417778.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Random Fact For Today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(thanks to Kara)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: georgia;"&gt;The most senior crayon maker, Emerson Moser, retired after making 1.4 billion crayons for crayola. It was then that he revealed that he was actually     colorblind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So i've been thinkin a lot lately about beginnings....about how scary they are, and also about how rewarding and exciting they turn out to be looking back.  Once I really think about it i can see looking back that there are many things I regret, many things I could have done differently or would change, and often I find myself hesistant in new beginnings because I am afraid I will make the mistakes of the past....however, of all the things, events, and decisions I regret, none of them were beginnings.  I regret the middle of some things, and there are many endings I regret...but no beginnings. &lt;br /&gt; Why then, after all the experience and years of beginning after beginninig, am I still terrified of any new thing?  And honestly, being scared, nervous, excited, isn't that half the fun?? Moving to a new place, beginning a new chapter in life, meeting and learning to understand new people, isn't that what makes life exciting?? Isn't it in fact the beginnings that force us to change and grow?  I think that perhaps I am in need of a change of attitude towards this whole area of "beginnings".  I say over and over that I dislike the uncertainty and anxiousness that comes with beginnings, the fear of failure, of making a leap and having no ground to stand on and falling. In fear of sounding terribly corny....how else though do you learn to fly? How else can we learn anything but by making the huge mistakes, and changing because of them.&lt;br /&gt;  This could be applied to so many areas in my life, so many times that I'm afraid to jump in and give it my best shot...I hold back because i'm scared that i'll be wrong, embarrass myself, do the wrong thing....but it seems to me...the only thing worse than doing the wrong thing is doing NOTHING.  I don't want to be that girl.  I want to be the one who tries...who puts her whole heart...not just a piece...into everything she does....and lays it all out for anyone and everyone to see, even if it results in embarassment and failure, because at this point, what do i have to lose??&lt;br /&gt;I have everything to gain.  I want nothing more than to take a chance, a leap, do the thing I'm afraid of...quit hiding behind insecurity.  How many opportunities have I already missed? How many chances to learn and experience things that i may never have the chance to learn and experience again. &lt;br /&gt;  I guess really I'm challenging myself right now to "grow a pair"....we'll see how this goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You must do the thing you think you cannot do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eleanor Roosevelt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ultimate reason which deals with beginnings remains locked in a seed.  There it lies, the simplest fact of the universe and at the same time, the one which calls for faith rather than reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-114063542608202596?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/114063542608202596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=114063542608202596&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114063542608202596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114063542608202596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/02/crayons-and-beginnings.html' title='Crayons and Beginnings'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-114056207518343242</id><published>2006-02-21T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T17:47:55.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adding Back in the FUN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Introduction:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There are 24 hours in a day, eight of which I am hopefully sleeping.  That leaves 16  hours.  On an average day, 7 of the remaining hours are spent in class.  That leaves nine hours.  3 hours for meals.  Six hours then are left for homework, studying, and leisure.  Since we are given copius amounts of work and studying to do, atleast three of these hours should be removed/set aside for that.  Also, one hour should be removed for "zoning out", which we all do.  That leaves two hours.  Now i'm willing to bet the remaining two hours are spent in some way, shape, or form on &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.m-w.com/cgi-bin/dictionary?book=Dictionary&amp;va=relationship"&gt;relationships&lt;/a&gt; with males.   We're either calling them, gabbing about them, trying not to call them, crying over them, trying to decide whether to answer when they call, spending time with them, wondering why they haven't called yet, getting all cute cause we think we might see them, wondering if they will EVER call.....AND there's more....&lt;br /&gt;  If we don't have one (a &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.brainydictionary.com/words/ma/male187383.html"&gt;male&lt;/a&gt;) then we're scheming about how to get one, or making plans, or fantasizing about one we'll never have (aka &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://us.ent4.yimg.com/tv.yahoo.com/images/he/photo/tv_pix/abc/grey_s_anatomy/patrick_dempsey/greysanatomy_frankockenfels.jpg"&gt;"Dr. McDreamy"&lt;/a&gt;).  And then there are those of you, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;you know who you are,&lt;/span&gt; for whom one, is never enough....and we should multiply the number of hours spent each day by the number of men hours are spent on...as you can imagine, this adds up.....&lt;br /&gt;    That my fellow female friends, is why this study was not only neccessary but imperative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Data&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(data was obtained over a nine hour period from 8am-5pm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quantitative:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;# of times I was asked a question pertaining to relationships with males: 10&lt;br /&gt;# of times I caught myself on the verge of mentioning a male/relationship without being cued: 8&lt;br /&gt;Total # of possible conversations about males: 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qualitative:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thoughts and comments generated as a result of experiment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think its pathetic because if you want to talk about someone, then do it, moderation is key"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~Christina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, everyday I talk about school, wedding planning,a nd my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~Rebecca (aka Raw Dawg)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live in a place where soul meets body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~Laura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sounds too much like school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~Rebecca (aka Raw Dawg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You need to find a new hobby, something new to do with your time...something that no one else does..just you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~Kara&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Analysis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Due to small sample size (me), results may not be reliable, but are however believed to be valid.  Though not standardized, the experiment did serve its purpose, which was to explore and enlighten individuals (mainly me) concerning the amount of time and conversation devoted to and consumed by talk of relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Conclusions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I managed to survive a day "subtracting" relationships and, in fact, was in a rather amiable mood for most of the day.  I avoided discussing relationships, managed to get quite a lot done, and I believe that subtracting relationships for a day was a good idea. However, considering all of this, I have arrived at the conclusion that it (amt of time spent discussing relationships) may be a manifestation or effect, rather than a cause in itself.  I now hypothesize that perhaps, the problem should be addressed not from the standpoint of "subtracting" the relationships alone, but instead by "adding back in the fun".  So, in continuing "research" I plan to "add back in the fun".  Current plan follows (plan is tentative and may undergo several revisions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plan for "Adding Back In The Fun"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;I plan to develop and cultivate atleast one NEW interest unrelated to relationships with males.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;  Each day I plan to select a "topic" for conversation that is not related to, dating, males, going out, weddings, school, also including all areas of medicine and occupational therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt; I plan to learn atleast one new fact each day that does not fall into any categories stated above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;  I plan to make a list of everything I'm interested in that has nothing to do with above mentioned categories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;  I plan to look for NEW leisure/recreation activities other than eating, hanging out, or meeting people out while eating and hanging out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suggestions:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Having made these goals.... any suggestions for "topics" are welcome :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Further Studies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If you would like to participate in future studies, please contact me at johnsoap@musc.edu.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your interest and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;If we are incapable of finding peace within ourselves, it is pointless to search elsewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Francois de la Rouchefacauld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-114056207518343242?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/114056207518343242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=114056207518343242&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114056207518343242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114056207518343242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/02/adding-back-in-fun.html' title='Adding Back in the FUN!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-114052983166619569</id><published>2006-02-21T08:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T08:50:31.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Experiment in relationship subtraction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STart Time&lt;/span&gt; 8:00 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The goal&lt;/span&gt;:  Today I will determine how long I can go without mentioning &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; relationship, past, present, or those imagined in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Purpose:&lt;/span&gt;  To determine what other interests and motivations make up my daily life.  (hopefully there are many!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Data Collection:&lt;/span&gt; I will be recording each time someone asks me about a relationship or I begin to bring up a relationship and stop myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Analysis: &lt;/span&gt;I will then reflect on the data in my next entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/span&gt; will follow in next entry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-114052983166619569?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/114052983166619569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=114052983166619569&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114052983166619569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114052983166619569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/02/experiment-in-relationship-subtraction.html' title='Experiment in relationship subtraction'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22744223.post-114047630365996679</id><published>2006-02-20T17:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T18:56:42.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>minus the relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So, I decided to try this whole blog thing....mainly because shelly-bean (aka Buttercup) does it ALL the time..she's like "blog queen" if you know what i mean, and due to the fact that she's basically glued to the thing 24/7 I'm thinkin there must be somethin good about it..so i figured hey...give it a try right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone recently (as in a few days ago) asked me to describe myself...or wait...tell them about my life...and surprisingly I found I had very little to say...how very sad is that?? Until two days ago, I never really thought of myself as a boring person...but perhaps, just maybe I have turned into this awful, horrible, thing they call.....an "adult". I'm really seriously wondering if its possible that talking about my life is about as interesting as watching paint dry. Little miss life of the party turns out to be a complete bore. So now i'm reevaluating. Where the hell along the way did I forget who I was? And, to make matters worse....I found myself describing the last 5 or 6 years of my life in terms of the "relationships" I've been in. What was I thinking? Do I really define my self-worth and being by which immature shallow male I happened to be attached to at the time? How insecure could I be?? So, needless to say, I've gained a new interest in defining my life not simply by the "relationships gone bad".&lt;br /&gt;Minus the relationships then...I'm gonna try this again....&lt;br /&gt;So....I am 22 and that sounds really OLD!! I'm currently in grad school studying to be an OT!! I spent my four years in undergrad trying to "discover" exactly who I wanted to be and what I wanted to do with my life. I am still changing and growing each day but the things I do know about myself are these.....I love people..point blank. I like the challenge there is in getting to know, and appreciate the people that others don't take the time to notice. I like the idea of learning new things each day for the rest of my life....life lessons from those whose experience is far different than mine. I like to celebrate the small victories, to be reminded that I should be thankful for the things I take for granted everyday. I like a challenge...I love that feeling you get when you're terrified to try something, but you do it anyway, and really like the idea of sacrifice, of giving a part of yourself, not for your own gain, but simply because you care about someone else, whether they are deserving or not.&lt;br /&gt;I like to work hard and then play hard. I want people to know they can count on me to be there when it matters. I love my family and I'm so thankful that they've taught me what is truly important in life....that it really isn't what you get, but what you give that makes all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;I drink coffee like my grandpa...black...every morning. I've got a little country in me..just enough to know i'd rather be fishin than most things I can think of. I like the way the sun feels on your skin in the afternoon when you've been out all day waitin for the big one to bite. I like to sit down by the lake and tell my thoughts to the wind. I'm not above havin a good cry every now and then....sometimes you just need to get it all out. Summer is my favorite season...i'd rather be barefoot than to wear shoes any day. I love music...it reminds me what it feels like to be alive....there's a song for any occasion, any mood, any time in life. The message of music is universal, its not a language, or specific to a culture, its a universal message of feeling, of hope...and I can't imagine my life without it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm as nice as the next girl but when it comes to something that really matters to me I'm as stubborn as they come. I like someone who will stand up to me, but knows enough to back off when I'm havin a rough day. I worry entirely too much about things that really don't matter...but in the end...I get things done. I'm not one of those people that has the rest of my life planned out. I've never imagined where I would live, or who with for that matter. I've never dreamed about my wedding or even pictured it in my mind. I couldn't tell you where i'll be in ten years...cause right now I don't want to know. I like to take things as they come....I like to see what life is going to throw at me next and deal with it right then and there. I've done absolutely nothing to deserve the wonderful life that I have and I try to remind myself of that often. I'm about as lucky as a girl can be and I have some supergreat friends.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm not so boring...I don't know u tell me.....and I guess maybe there's more to me than the past....right now..i'm pretty excited about the future..whatever its going to be..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22744223-114047630365996679?l=litlblondie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/feeds/114047630365996679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22744223&amp;postID=114047630365996679&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114047630365996679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22744223/posts/default/114047630365996679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlblondie.blogspot.com/2006/02/minus-relationships.html' title='minus the relationships'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376143837527041869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Yr5VTjqJ3mM/SIUly0DhpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6pIC_Foic/S220/100_1919.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
