<?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-25893898</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:16:53.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>japanese girl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893898.post-2309585284581539504</id><published>2007-04-20T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T13:14:13.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Need To Get Your Panties In A Wad</title><content type='html'>Last week I was so tired of seeing Don Imus' face plastered EVERYWHERE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/RiZ05ONW86I/AAAAAAAAAF0/GooReoheXF4/s1600-h/imus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054856158185452450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/RiZ05ONW86I/AAAAAAAAAF0/GooReoheXF4/s400/imus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I got to thinking, "why is everyone so mad at this one man"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For years, "black" people have called "white" people names, from Cracker, Honkey, Whitey, Hicks, etc...But do you ever seen anyone being fired for that? Why is it okay for one race to call another names, but when the finger is pointed the other direction, it's "unexceptable."&lt;br /&gt;African Americans, Hispanics, Native Americans, etc...can say whatever they want about "white" people, but the second that "white" people say something about another race, joking or not, everyone is automatically up in arms.&lt;br /&gt;It's a double standard, and is ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I saying it's okay to go around calling people names?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO, Didn't you learn anything from your parents?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOWEVER...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the event that you aren't smart enough to keep your mouth shut,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then, BY LAW, have the right to say whatever you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(minus making bomb threats and so on....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, good for you Don Imus, good for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25893898-2309585284581539504?l=myspot2see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/2309585284581539504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25893898&amp;postID=2309585284581539504' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/2309585284581539504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/2309585284581539504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-need-to-get-your-panties-in-wad.html' title='No Need To Get Your Panties In A Wad'/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/RiZ05ONW86I/AAAAAAAAAF0/GooReoheXF4/s72-c/imus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893898.post-2785451044043015718</id><published>2007-04-17T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T10:14:44.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day At The Park</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I decided to help &lt;a href="http://kisspedroforme.blogspot.com"&gt;Jimmy&lt;/a&gt;,  watch the kids for a while.&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks to my job that lets me come and go as I please)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off we went.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jimmy, Me, Ellerie, Gavin, and Garrett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with the 2 of us, it was a task.&lt;br /&gt;     Kudos to Dawn who does this everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/RiT6E-TCJ_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/SeBcQaiW2kw/s1600-h/DSCF0440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/RiT6E-TCJ_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/SeBcQaiW2kw/s400/DSCF0440.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054439645165791218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/RiT6guTCKAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hoMQqJPsemM/s1600-h/DSCF0441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:right;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/RiT6guTCKAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hoMQqJPsemM/s400/DSCF0441.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054440121907161090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/RiT65OTCKBI/AAAAAAAAAFE/cFcfJXrhSh8/s1600-h/DSCF0442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/RiT65OTCKBI/AAAAAAAAAFE/cFcfJXrhSh8/s400/DSCF0442.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054440542813956114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/RiT7qOTCKCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/6Vc8ukltWfs/s1600-h/DSCF0443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:right;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/RiT7qOTCKCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/6Vc8ukltWfs/s400/DSCF0443.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054441384627546146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/RiT8UeTCKDI/AAAAAAAAAFU/5LQaLoFHI1U/s1600-h/DSCF0446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/RiT8UeTCKDI/AAAAAAAAAFU/5LQaLoFHI1U/s400/DSCF0446.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054442110477019186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Photo courtesy of Gavin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/RiT8wuTCKEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/8BW9-L81P38/s1600-h/DSCF0447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:right;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/RiT8wuTCKEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/8BW9-L81P38/s400/DSCF0447.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054442595808323650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/RiT9PuTCKFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xFteKZz-WHo/s1600-h/DSCF0451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/RiT9PuTCKFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xFteKZz-WHo/s400/DSCF0451.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054443128384268370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/RiT-9uTCKGI/AAAAAAAAAFs/5W3JI53ocpQ/s1600-h/DSCF0453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/RiT-9uTCKGI/AAAAAAAAAFs/5W3JI53ocpQ/s400/DSCF0453.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054445018169878626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To our surprise, there was no fighting or crying....&lt;br /&gt;except when Gavin got hit in the face by the Merry-Go-Round :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I think Uncle Jimmy was ready for a drink after this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25893898-2785451044043015718?l=myspot2see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/2785451044043015718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25893898&amp;postID=2785451044043015718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/2785451044043015718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/2785451044043015718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2007/04/day-at-park.html' title='A Day At The Park'/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/RiT6E-TCJ_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/SeBcQaiW2kw/s72-c/DSCF0440.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893898.post-8146748179138166243</id><published>2007-04-03T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T08:30:27.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Heart Walks</title><content type='html'>Last week I was in Carter Lake, and decided that I would stop by Lem's Parents to take Jake Dawg on a walk. &lt;br /&gt;Of course as soon as I got there, he knew what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 10 min of Paige looking for his choke chain (with out it, he takes YOU on a walk), we were ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/RhJxmKJJz0I/AAAAAAAAAEk/iJIIcZ28rmo/s1600-h/DSCF0386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/RhJxmKJJz0I/AAAAAAAAAEk/iJIIcZ28rmo/s400/DSCF0386.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049223032607461186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off we went, in search of anything he could pee on.&lt;br /&gt;During the course of our walk, we passed many other dogs.&lt;br /&gt;If you've ever been on a walk with us, you know that Jake starts wimpering like a BABY. He's usually way bigger than these dogs, that are in fenced in yards, but he's still a big baby about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we got back, he was happy to be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/RhJyvqJJz1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/p1I2oEMj-ps/s1600-h/DSCF0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/RhJyvqJJz1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/p1I2oEMj-ps/s400/DSCF0388.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049224295327846226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25893898-8146748179138166243?l=myspot2see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/8146748179138166243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25893898&amp;postID=8146748179138166243' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/8146748179138166243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/8146748179138166243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2007/04/we-heart-walks.html' title='We Heart Walks'/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/RhJxmKJJz0I/AAAAAAAAAEk/iJIIcZ28rmo/s72-c/DSCF0386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893898.post-3404716816155655917</id><published>2007-03-27T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T08:49:54.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>911 Ave O</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/Rgk7P7uvE5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GhXIXJfNOIM/s1600-h/484%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/Rgk7P7uvE5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GhXIXJfNOIM/s400/484%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046630002363143058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my old address&lt;br /&gt;I love my apartment&lt;br /&gt;but I miss this house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was never a dull moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From getting woken up at 2am from Lem throwing Jake down the stairs for running away&lt;br /&gt;To coming home from work and seeing a pig having all the fat cut off it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or Lem throwing a dog bone on my bed so Jake would jump on it and wake me up&lt;br /&gt;and seeing that Jake Dawg took down the blinds in the living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/Rgk8n7uvE6I/AAAAAAAAAEY/WrIzsDLVMic/s1600-h/100_0449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/Rgk8n7uvE6I/AAAAAAAAAEY/WrIzsDLVMic/s400/100_0449.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046631514191631266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the best house ever&lt;br /&gt;and I miss it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25893898-3404716816155655917?l=myspot2see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/3404716816155655917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25893898&amp;postID=3404716816155655917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/3404716816155655917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/3404716816155655917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2007/03/911-ave-o.html' title='911 Ave O'/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/Rgk7P7uvE5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GhXIXJfNOIM/s72-c/484%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893898.post-327965677357630110</id><published>2007-03-22T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T14:22:38.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Geek SUCKY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/RgLzOLuvE3I/AAAAAAAAAEA/boui_Cm3EAI/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/RgLzOLuvE3I/AAAAAAAAAEA/boui_Cm3EAI/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044861957600908146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again the computer at work took a dive.&lt;br /&gt;I told my boss we should call the "Geek Squad"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday at 5:45pm Kyle came to fix the computer.&lt;br /&gt;45min after I'm usually leaving mind you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 1/2 hours after that, Kyle had restored everything&lt;br /&gt;minus getting the internet to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my boss comes &amp; tries to get on the internet, and MAGICALLY &lt;br /&gt;it works....I think Kyle was almost worthless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would have been better off with this kid:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/RgLza7uvE4I/AAAAAAAAAEI/8o1iKPCyQ0I/s1600-h/images2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/RgLza7uvE4I/AAAAAAAAAEI/8o1iKPCyQ0I/s400/images2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044862176644240258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after a good $244.66 that we paid kyle&lt;br /&gt;we're paying someone else tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish us luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25893898-327965677357630110?l=myspot2see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/327965677357630110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25893898&amp;postID=327965677357630110' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/327965677357630110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/327965677357630110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2007/03/geek-sucky.html' title='Geek SUCKY'/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/RgLzOLuvE3I/AAAAAAAAAEA/boui_Cm3EAI/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893898.post-6317463378872198417</id><published>2007-03-19T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T13:54:50.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 21st Birthday</title><content type='html'>I have been dreading this day, for the past 19 days. &lt;br /&gt;Actually, for the past 2 months. I think that I have felt every emotion humanly possilbe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just get tired of always being the "strong" one. &lt;br /&gt;Somedays, I just want to be sad. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its just hard to put on that face of "everything's fine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try really hard to just think of the Funny Times we had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * Going to McDonalds after church b/c you Loved the French Fries&lt;br /&gt; * Calling me just to tell me something funny&lt;br /&gt; * Wearing slippers to church&lt;br /&gt; * Telling me that you have wet arm-pits!&lt;br /&gt; * When we were little, and you wanted to ride down the big hill at Platte River State Park, like my &amp; Lynz. And you biffed it &amp; had to get stiches&lt;br /&gt; * Swimming at Grandpa's all day&lt;br /&gt; * Being so filled with God's love, that it just pours out of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know that it was her time, that September night when God called her home.&lt;br /&gt;And Yes, I know that she is in fact in Heaven&lt;br /&gt;And Yes, it still sucks some days.&lt;br /&gt;Just some days, more than others...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life does go on. And I have to go with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/Rf7yt30IXDI/AAAAAAAAAD4/f0zh1SjlWC0/s1600-h/mollie_04.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/Rf7yt30IXDI/AAAAAAAAAD4/f0zh1SjlWC0/s400/mollie_04.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043735502592171058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Moo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye My Cousin&lt;br /&gt;Love You&lt;br /&gt;Be Safe&lt;br /&gt;Wear Seatbelts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25893898-6317463378872198417?l=myspot2see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/6317463378872198417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25893898&amp;postID=6317463378872198417' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/6317463378872198417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/6317463378872198417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-21st-birthday.html' title='Happy 21st Birthday'/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/Rf7yt30IXDI/AAAAAAAAAD4/f0zh1SjlWC0/s72-c/mollie_04.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893898.post-7902618610306776926</id><published>2007-03-02T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T14:02:03.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrabble Anyone?</title><content type='html'>We somehow manage to only go to my cousin's house, when the abominal snowman is having a party outside! We went there for New Years Eve, and Im sure you recall how pleasant it was out. Last weekend, we were on our way over there, and it was like deja vu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We joke about only being able to go there when mother nature is at her worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minus dreading the drive home, we did manage to have a few laughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/Reibo3R_oTI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ceio9XMeAro/s1600-h/DSCF0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/Reibo3R_oTI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ceio9XMeAro/s320/DSCF0090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037447309550395698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I had to work with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/ReicPnR_oUI/AAAAAAAAADc/3YKCbdKuQUk/s1600-h/DSCF0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/ReicPnR_oUI/AAAAAAAAADc/3YKCbdKuQUk/s320/DSCF0091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037447975270326594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This was my big-fat-winner of a word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/ReicpHR_oVI/AAAAAAAAADk/e9OVAbEeFYM/s1600-h/DSCF0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/ReicpHR_oVI/AAAAAAAAADk/e9OVAbEeFYM/s320/DSCF0092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037448413356990802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25893898-7902618610306776926?l=myspot2see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/7902618610306776926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25893898&amp;postID=7902618610306776926' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/7902618610306776926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/7902618610306776926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2007/03/scrabble-anyone.html' title='Scrabble Anyone?'/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/Reibo3R_oTI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ceio9XMeAro/s72-c/DSCF0090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893898.post-1084366765759959915</id><published>2007-02-21T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T12:49:20.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody Loves A Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It seems that whenever I have longer hair, there's a wedding coming up that I'm in. I don't know what it is about it, but I always want to CHOP my hair off! When my cousin &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=75282621"&gt;Lyndsay&lt;/a&gt; got married, I HAD to have long hair, to cover up one of my tattoos. I couldn't wait to cut my hair, I think the week after the wedding, I was in the "chair"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, &lt;a href="http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2006/09/off-to-war.html"&gt;Dale's&lt;/a&gt; wedding is in June and all I really want to do, is cut my hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/RdXeM8JSD2I/AAAAAAAAACw/EHf7c3rDfTI/s1600-h/DSCF0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032172472541253474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/RdXeM8JSD2I/AAAAAAAAACw/EHf7c3rDfTI/s200/DSCF0051.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday, I expressed my concern to Vicky (my hair lady)&lt;br /&gt;After we were all done, and I was setting up my next appointment,&lt;br /&gt;I said: Maybe I just do color next time&lt;br /&gt;Vicky says: It has been a while.....&lt;br /&gt;I said: What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;She says: LET'S DO IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, maybe next month when I have added a little color,&lt;br /&gt;that might tide me over on chopping my hair until after the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your fingers crossed &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25893898-1084366765759959915?l=myspot2see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/1084366765759959915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25893898&amp;postID=1084366765759959915' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/1084366765759959915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/1084366765759959915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2007/02/everybody-loves-haircut.html' title='Everybody Loves A Haircut'/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/RdXeM8JSD2I/AAAAAAAAACw/EHf7c3rDfTI/s72-c/DSCF0051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893898.post-623930565462691946</id><published>2007-02-19T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T13:53:15.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>B * I * N * G * O ! !</title><content type='html'>Every third Saturday of the month, &lt;a href="http://www.ourladyofcarterlake.org/"&gt;Our Lady of Carter Lake&lt;/a&gt;hosts one of the best activites known to man....BINGO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first time I went with &lt;a href="http://kisspedroforme.blogspot.com"&gt;Jimmy&lt;/a&gt;, I was hooked. A Bingo-lifer you might say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Saturday, was Bingo night. I finally talked &lt;a href="http://andersonbrown.blogspot.com"&gt;Michael&lt;/a&gt; into going with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the past couple of times I have been, I didn't do so hot.&lt;br /&gt;But maybe that was just preparing me for this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only needed 1 number to be called....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"B-1"....She said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/RdoZGMJSD3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/w4kIbtMkl20/s1600-h/DSCF0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033363127670017906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/RdoZGMJSD3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/w4kIbtMkl20/s200/DSCF0064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;B * I * N * G * O !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not only was it a Double Bingo (but tripple)&lt;br /&gt;Joey said, "you get an extra $5 for that"&lt;br /&gt;I said "Really?"&lt;br /&gt;He said, "No"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after an intermission or two.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the same situation. And this time Joey is in the same boat&lt;br /&gt;He said he was going to get it, I said I was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/RdoZh8JSD4I/AAAAAAAAADE/lE68mlJBIFk/s1600-h/DSCF0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033363604411387778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/RdoZh8JSD4I/AAAAAAAAADE/lE68mlJBIFk/s200/DSCF0065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winner-Winner.....Chicken Dinner &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So until we meet again....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25893898-623930565462691946?l=myspot2see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/623930565462691946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25893898&amp;postID=623930565462691946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/623930565462691946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/623930565462691946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2007/02/b-i-n-g-o.html' title='B * I * N * G * O ! !'/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/RdoZGMJSD3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/w4kIbtMkl20/s72-c/DSCF0064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893898.post-5373387129473558978</id><published>2007-02-16T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T08:21:56.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day @ The Office</title><content type='html'>As we all know, I don't do much work at the office.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, before Jeff (my boss) even got here, i knew one sentence that would definetly come out of his mouth: "Better get that sample off to the lab."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/RdXZLMJSD0I/AAAAAAAAACY/ab_SHwykjK4/s1600-h/DSCF0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/RdXZLMJSD0I/AAAAAAAAACY/ab_SHwykjK4/s200/DSCF0042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032166944918343490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would be referring to my almost empty cup of Apple Juice. Every time I'm drinking it, without fail, those words will come out of his mouth......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also brought Katie-Bug with him.&lt;br /&gt;She had to go get her teeth cleaned.&lt;br /&gt;We have the same dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/RdXZj8JSD1I/AAAAAAAAACg/v5--nW3XJIY/s1600-h/DSCF5038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/RdXZj8JSD1I/AAAAAAAAACg/v5--nW3XJIY/s200/DSCF5038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032167370120105810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to make a video, but we didn't have time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost wrote: "To The Prettiest Girl In The World" on the Valentine I gave her.&lt;br /&gt;But stopped, because we all know that Princess Ellerie already has that title.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25893898-5373387129473558978?l=myspot2see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/5373387129473558978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25893898&amp;postID=5373387129473558978' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/5373387129473558978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/5373387129473558978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2007/02/another-day-office.html' title='Another Day @ The Office'/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/RdXZLMJSD0I/AAAAAAAAACY/ab_SHwykjK4/s72-c/DSCF0042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893898.post-116138067132595129</id><published>2007-02-14T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T07:59:42.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode To The 7th Grade</title><content type='html'>Matt Miller sent me this picture like 5 years ago, when we were seniors. It was taken in the 7th grade, when we went on a field trip to the park/soccer fields, right by the old Frito Lay plant.&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't seem to delete it.&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me to never stop acting like a child, just because we're having another birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/1600/blackwhite.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/320/blackwhite.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for one, think we all pretty much look the same ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/RdXUL8JSDzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4d18lQUfFZU/s1600-h/1152951344_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032161460245106482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/RdXUL8JSDzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4d18lQUfFZU/s200/1152951344_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25893898-116138067132595129?l=myspot2see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/116138067132595129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25893898&amp;postID=116138067132595129' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/116138067132595129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/116138067132595129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2006/10/ode-to-7th-grade.html' title='Ode To The 7th Grade'/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Fk-VB_nFGA/RdXUL8JSDzI/AAAAAAAAACM/4d18lQUfFZU/s72-c/1152951344_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893898.post-117026777063338274</id><published>2007-01-31T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T10:22:50.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SoRrY</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't posted anything in a LONG TIME.....&lt;br /&gt;But I lost my camera..&lt;br /&gt;well, I should say it is MIA right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this weekend will be VERY BUSY for me, so I'll have lots to post next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROMISE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25893898-117026777063338274?l=myspot2see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/117026777063338274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25893898&amp;postID=117026777063338274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/117026777063338274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/117026777063338274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2007/01/sorry.html' title='SoRrY'/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893898.post-116837524195414717</id><published>2007-01-09T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T12:40:41.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Party Like It's 1999"</title><content type='html'>......or at least 1989......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just would like to say that I always forget that I have this BLOG. &lt;br /&gt;So that's why I only post stuff like 4 times a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY....&lt;br /&gt;New Years Eve brought a little light on a few things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I found out that I already have 80's clothes in my closet&lt;br /&gt;2. My cousin can defenetly pull off the Cyndi Lauper look&lt;br /&gt;3. Michael should NEVER wear short-shorts&lt;br /&gt;4. Anyone can through something mis-match on, and pull off the 80's look&lt;br /&gt;5. There never has or will be music like they had in the 80's, which I adore &lt;br /&gt;6. Last but not least, I'm in a "relationship" again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your veiwing pleasure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1857/2711/1600/231789/100_0754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1857/2711/320/1919/100_0754.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1857/2711/1600/49684/100_0756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1857/2711/320/857691/100_0756.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1857/2711/1600/88031/100_0752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1857/2711/320/620646/100_0752.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1857/2711/1600/899177/100_0751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1857/2711/320/334544/100_0751.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1857/2711/1600/946504/10_0753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1857/2711/320/57768/10_0753.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1857/2711/1600/75530/100_0760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1857/2711/320/88384/100_0760.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25893898-116837524195414717?l=myspot2see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/116837524195414717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25893898&amp;postID=116837524195414717' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/116837524195414717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/116837524195414717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2007/01/party-like-its-1999.html' title='&quot;Party Like It&apos;s 1999&quot;'/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893898.post-116743318843850002</id><published>2006-12-29T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T14:59:48.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1857/2711/1600/754022/08172006152355messenger_red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1857/2711/320/404143/08172006152355messenger_red.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Race Car Red" Messenger Bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Thanks Mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25893898-116743318843850002?l=myspot2see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/116743318843850002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25893898&amp;postID=116743318843850002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/116743318843850002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/116743318843850002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2006/12/very-merry-christmas.html' title='A Very Merry Christmas'/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893898.post-116664409380720010</id><published>2006-12-20T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T11:48:13.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Good Company</title><content type='html'>Lastnight was our Girls Night-Christmas exchange! It was a blast! Good food, good drink, good presents, good laughs, and of course GOOD company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drew names a while back at church one night, and finally got to exchange lastnight. One thing I love about these girls, are their GIGANITC hearts. Everyone brought their gift for their secret person.....and along with it.....another gift for everyone else. Whether it be big or small, homemade or store bought, everyone was thinking about everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1857/2711/1600/923657/100_0727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1857/2711/320/832063/100_0727.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1857/2711/1600/916183/100_0730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1857/2711/320/120682/100_0730.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1857/2711/1600/828940/100_0745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1857/2711/320/420844/100_0745.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1857/2711/1600/725017/100_0731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1857/2711/320/900016/100_0731.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1857/2711/1600/968001/100_0739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1857/2711/320/655434/100_0739.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25893898-116664409380720010?l=myspot2see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/116664409380720010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25893898&amp;postID=116664409380720010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/116664409380720010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/116664409380720010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2006/12/in-good-company.html' title='In Good Company'/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893898.post-116646936530643865</id><published>2006-12-18T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T11:16:05.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Hanukkah</title><content type='html'>As I'm sure many of you know, Hanukkah began at sundown on Friday night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see how much fun Hanukkah really is, just look at Wiskers here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1857/2711/1600/129530/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1857/2711/320/250061/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my Jewish Friends, enjoying a great Hanukkah Party:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1857/2711/1600/935144/hanukkah%2520005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1857/2711/320/668769/hanukkah%2520005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanhkkah wouldn't be complete without it's official "The Chanukkah Song"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put on your yarmulke&lt;br /&gt;Here comes chanukah&lt;br /&gt;So much funukah&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate chanukah&lt;br /&gt;Chanukah is the festival of lights&lt;br /&gt;Instead of one day of presents, we have eight crazy nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel like the only kid in town without a christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;Heres a list of people who are jewish just like you and me&lt;br /&gt;David lee roth lights the menorah&lt;br /&gt;So do james caan, kirk douglas, and the late dinah shore-ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who eats together at the carnegie deli&lt;br /&gt;Bowser from sha na na and arthur fonzerelli&lt;br /&gt;Paul newmans half jewish, goldie hawns half too&lt;br /&gt;Put them together, what a fine lookin jew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dont need deck the halls or jingle bell rock&lt;br /&gt;cause you can spin a dreidel with captain kirk and mr. spock- both jewish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put on your yarmulke&lt;br /&gt;Its time for chanukah&lt;br /&gt;The owner of the seattle supersonicahs&lt;br /&gt;Celebrates chanukah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.j. simpson, not a jew&lt;br /&gt;But guess who is? hall of famer rod carew- he converted&lt;br /&gt;We got ann landers and her sister dear abby&lt;br /&gt;Harrison fords a quarter jewish- not too shabby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people think that ebenezer scrooge is&lt;br /&gt;Well hes not, but guess who is&lt;br /&gt;All three stooges&lt;br /&gt;So many jews are in showbiz&lt;br /&gt;Tom cruise isnt, but I heard his agent is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell your friend veronica&lt;br /&gt;Its time to celebrate chanukah&lt;br /&gt;I hope I get a harmonicah&lt;br /&gt;Oh this lovely, lovely chanukah&lt;br /&gt;So drink your gin and tonicah&lt;br /&gt;And smoke your marijuanikah&lt;br /&gt;If you really, really wannakah&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy, happy, happy, happy chanukah&lt;br /&gt;Happy chanukah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HANUKKAH TO ALL&lt;br /&gt;AND TO ALL&lt;br /&gt;A GOODNIGHT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25893898-116646936530643865?l=myspot2see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/116646936530643865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25893898&amp;postID=116646936530643865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/116646936530643865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/116646936530643865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-hanukkah.html' title='Happy Hanukkah'/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893898.post-116619753640470309</id><published>2006-12-15T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T07:45:36.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone........</title><content type='html'>...."If I start getting belligerent, &lt;br /&gt;just scoop and walk. &lt;br /&gt;Scoop and walk. &lt;br /&gt;No Questions Asked...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know what I'm talking about??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25893898-116619753640470309?l=myspot2see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/116619753640470309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25893898&amp;postID=116619753640470309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/116619753640470309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/116619753640470309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2006/12/anyone.html' title='Anyone........'/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893898.post-116612320249640027</id><published>2006-12-14T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T11:06:42.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Norman.....</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to one of my best-est-es-test friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1857/2711/1600/3676/463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1857/2711/320/611586/463.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can always make you laugh no matter what kind of mood you're in.&lt;br /&gt;He's a lover, not a fighter&lt;br /&gt;He can always be counted on for anything, &lt;br /&gt;even if it's just someone to take a nap with.&lt;br /&gt;He will come to your house at midnight, &lt;br /&gt;wearing nothing but gym shorts and a coat!&lt;br /&gt;He's enthusiastic about everything he does, &lt;br /&gt;and doesn't care what anyone thinks of him.&lt;br /&gt;And this is why I love him dearly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to you on your birthday, Norm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25893898-116612320249640027?l=myspot2see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/116612320249640027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25893898&amp;postID=116612320249640027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/116612320249640027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/116612320249640027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2006/12/to-my-norman.html' title='To My Norman.....'/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893898.post-116585368975858191</id><published>2006-12-11T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T08:14:49.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gift For A Giant!</title><content type='html'>This weekend, we had our annual White Elephant gift exchange at church.&lt;br /&gt;The trick is to bring something that YOU really want, so you can just pick your own gift. OR something so funny that NO ONE would really want it. There is defenetly some stragegy to playing this game. You can steal a present from someone, and that's always fun ;) &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1857/2711/1600/995961/10_714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1857/2711/320/686740/10_714.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I wish that I would have chosen THIS gift....I would NEVER lose it, EVER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest thing, is that on the bottom of this remote package, it says:&lt;br /&gt; YOU'LL NEVER LOOSE IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25893898-116585368975858191?l=myspot2see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/116585368975858191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25893898&amp;postID=116585368975858191' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/116585368975858191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/116585368975858191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2006/12/gift-for-giant.html' title='A Gift For A Giant!'/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893898.post-116466367853457409</id><published>2006-11-27T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T13:41:18.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Newest Guilty Pleasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1857/2711/1600/690245/dyrdek_lft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1857/2711/320/30888/dyrdek_lft.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1857/2711/1600/862514/Image00025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1857/2711/320/850388/Image00025.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost embarresed for myself to even say this outloud. &lt;br /&gt;But I love the song "Ridin'" by Chamillionaire. (mainly just the choras)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my New Fav Show, ROB &amp; BIG. I watch it whenever it's on, eventhough I've seen EVERY episode.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25893898-116466367853457409?l=myspot2see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/116466367853457409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25893898&amp;postID=116466367853457409' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/116466367853457409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/116466367853457409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-newest-guilty-pleasure.html' title='My Newest Guilty Pleasure'/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893898.post-116343341859416249</id><published>2006-11-13T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T07:56:58.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back By Popular Demand.....</title><content type='html'>A girls night....A night of just hanging out, talking, and LAUGHING with friends.&lt;br /&gt;After the girls left, and it was the Ash's who were staying.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when you stay up until 5:00am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/1600/101_0680.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/320/101_0680.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/1600/101_0676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/320/101_0676.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/1600/101_0678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/320/101_0678.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the night: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/1600/100_0681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/320/100_0681.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash G, getting her super mario bro 3 on!! &lt;br /&gt;She was really into it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25893898-116343341859416249?l=myspot2see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/116343341859416249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25893898&amp;postID=116343341859416249' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/116343341859416249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/116343341859416249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2006/11/back-by-popular-demand.html' title='Back By Popular Demand.....'/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893898.post-115938713275849866</id><published>2006-09-27T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T08:06:29.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Day?</title><content type='html'>It's was just another day in the office. I had nothing planned on the calander except two appointments in the morning, which had already come and gone. Jeff, my boss, and I were just hanging out. He was giving me a hard time about going and getting me some post-its. That he wasn't even going to buy the plain yellow ones, b/c I would just not have it. And that I would have been proud of them when he finally found a multi-colored pack, But he figured that I'd just use the pink ones and give the rest to John, and say, "Looks like I'm out already. Better get some more!"&lt;br /&gt;All that aside, I get a phone call, that went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Southdale Square Apartments&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Um, you might want to get down here. A CAR has just ran into the side of my fence!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uh.....okay. What's your address?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jeff and I venture down there, and what do we see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/1600/100_0593.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/320/100_0593.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/1600/100_0595.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/320/100_0595.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't normal, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/1600/100_0592.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/320/100_0592.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in so much trouble, I don't even have a license, and this is NOT my car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/1600/100_0594.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/320/100_0594.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, it ended up NOT being "Just Another Day"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25893898-115938713275849866?l=myspot2see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/115938713275849866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25893898&amp;postID=115938713275849866' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/115938713275849866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/115938713275849866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-another-day.html' title='Just Another Day?'/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893898.post-115826891998515236</id><published>2006-09-14T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T14:22:00.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit Me With Your Best Shot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/1600/100_0555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/320/100_0555.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice's first road trip!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to see PAT BENATAR, So she could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hit Us With Her Best Shot"!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/1600/100_0556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/320/100_0556.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small child at the concert with the "RED BARRON" pilot cap and goggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW CUTE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/1600/100_0557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/320/100_0557.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James K and myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have NO idea what is going on in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of cool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25893898-115826891998515236?l=myspot2see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/115826891998515236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25893898&amp;postID=115826891998515236' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/115826891998515236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/115826891998515236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2006/09/hit-me-with-your-best-shot.html' title='Hit Me With Your Best Shot'/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893898.post-115766499019888762</id><published>2006-09-07T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T08:51:39.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off To War</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/1600/100_0560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/320/100_0560.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Dale while he was home for the weekend....&lt;br /&gt;He's leaving October 3rd for IRAQ. &lt;br /&gt;Although we haven't hung out a lot in the past few years, Believe it or not....We used to be together every day. Especially every summer, and after we graduated. He was my brother, and I was his sister. His wrapping job for Christmas presents is extreamly nice also ;)  He has a special place in my heart, that no one will ever fill. I'm very happy for him and his newly "fiancee," Kelsey. Although I hated her at first, I finally came around and stopped giving her "FACES" as Dale would say.&lt;br /&gt;   I know that Linda (his mom) is probably freaking out. But I know that My Jesus will keep him safe. And that although we may not understand it right now, that he does have everything under control. And that nothing happens in our lifetime (whether we believe it or not) without him giving the big "OK"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25893898-115766499019888762?l=myspot2see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/115766499019888762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25893898&amp;postID=115766499019888762' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/115766499019888762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/115766499019888762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2006/09/off-to-war.html' title='Off To War'/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893898.post-115714071505224862</id><published>2006-09-01T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T12:58:46.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocsar Meyer</title><content type='html'>It isn't everyday you're driving down the interstate, look over and see this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/1600/weiner1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/320/weiner1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25893898-115714071505224862?l=myspot2see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/115714071505224862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25893898&amp;postID=115714071505224862' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/115714071505224862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/115714071505224862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2006/09/ocsar-meyer.html' title='Ocsar Meyer'/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893898.post-115644700582255200</id><published>2006-08-24T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T12:43:13.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Fingered Willy</title><content type='html'>Growing up in Carter Lake....You may not know how to spell, do math without a calculator or even put together a sentence without every 5th word being F*** BUT.....You know where to find your parents on Saturday night (at the Improvement Club or Carter Lake Lounge), you know that if you're out at 11:02pm, the Carter Lake Police &lt;em&gt;WILL&lt;/em&gt; find you at 11:05pm for Curfew, And of course you know all about the legend of &lt;em&gt;Three Fingered Willy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the story may have changed a bit from generations....You know that he lives in the Boys Club Forrest (10 yrs ago was the Boys Club, and although it's official name now, will you EVER refer to it as the "Boys &lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; Girls&lt;/em&gt; Club"). He is the scariest most horrifying thing that you could ever encounter. He reminds us of Jason from Friday the 13th, from Camp Crystal Lake. Some people still have nightmares about him. &lt;br /&gt;Well...I came across some pictures of where Willy hangs out. And I thought that it would be nice to share them with all of you. I know that James K will be especially :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/1600/senpooldjpeg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/320/senpooldjpeg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like Willy's been doing some laps in the Pool. Hope Jason is not in THAT water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/1600/sendjpeg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/320/sendjpeg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is where Willy lives now. &lt;br /&gt;Nah...it's too nice. I'm sure he lives in some beat up, rusty, abandoned car!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25893898-115644700582255200?l=myspot2see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/115644700582255200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25893898&amp;postID=115644700582255200' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/115644700582255200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/115644700582255200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2006/08/three-fingered-willy.html' title='Three Fingered Willy'/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893898.post-115584512072977631</id><published>2006-08-17T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T13:05:20.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome The Newest Member to The Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/1600/18968061_FL_LRG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/320/18968061_FL_LRG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/1600/13644918_fl_lrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/320/13644918_fl_lrg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Newest Members of the Family....My pride and Joy...They found ME at the Tiffany's in Kansas City last week  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25893898-115584512072977631?l=myspot2see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/115584512072977631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25893898&amp;postID=115584512072977631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/115584512072977631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/115584512072977631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2006/08/welcome-newest-member-to-family.html' title='Welcome The Newest Member to The Family'/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893898.post-115484045948291071</id><published>2006-08-05T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T22:00:59.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not joking about him....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/1600/hooligans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/320/hooligans.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SERIOUSLY, I'M NOT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25893898-115484045948291071?l=myspot2see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/115484045948291071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25893898&amp;postID=115484045948291071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/115484045948291071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/115484045948291071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-not-joking-about-him.html' title='I&apos;m not joking about him....'/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893898.post-115473475835097881</id><published>2006-08-04T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T18:23:39.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY NEW CRUSH....CHARLIE HUNNAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/1600/hooligans_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/320/hooligans_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/1600/hooligans_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/320/hooligans_10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/1600/hooligans_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/320/hooligans_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/1600/hooligans_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/320/hooligans_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25893898-115473475835097881?l=myspot2see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/115473475835097881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25893898&amp;postID=115473475835097881' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/115473475835097881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/115473475835097881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-new-crushcharlie-hunnam.html' title='MY NEW CRUSH....CHARLIE HUNNAM'/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893898.post-115401047102378235</id><published>2006-07-27T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T07:27:51.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Are You?</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to let everyone know that I Haven't fallen off the face of the earth....I've just been busy with moving, and getting my new"humble abode" all ready and put together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25893898-115401047102378235?l=myspot2see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/115401047102378235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25893898&amp;postID=115401047102378235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/115401047102378235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/115401047102378235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2006/07/who-are-you.html' title='Who Are You?'/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893898.post-115231214662957292</id><published>2006-07-07T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T15:42:49.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are a Lamborghini Murcielago!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/1600/lambo.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/320/lambo.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're not subtle, but you don't want to be. Fast, loud, and dramatic, you want people to notice you, and then get out of the way. In a world full of sheep, you're a raging bull."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AINT THAT THE TRUTH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25893898-115231214662957292?l=myspot2see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/115231214662957292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25893898&amp;postID=115231214662957292' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/115231214662957292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/115231214662957292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-are-lamborghini-murcielago_07.html' title='You are a Lamborghini Murcielago!'/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893898.post-115168086063168054</id><published>2006-06-30T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T10:38:06.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to First National</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/1600/fnbo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/320/fnbo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Last week I went into the branch managers office and told them that I would be leaving in 2 weeks. It was the BEST feeling ever. It's not a big secret that I hated my job, err still do hate it. Some days were just better than others. (Like when I would get to talk to Jimmy all day when he worked for the bank too). I was just sick and tired of a lot of people SUCKING and getting away with it. And when I would bring it to their attention, I was the MEAN BAD GUY. Get Serious!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I was offered a job being a Property Manager....pays more, best boss ever, don't have to be here in this HOLE and I basically get to hang out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The following are things that I will NOT miss:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Gaule…...everything about him&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Vhoorhees &amp; his chomping of gum&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Buda &amp;amp; his obsession with me&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Jones….. getting his balance&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Janda &amp; his shnanaigans&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Clarke &amp;amp; his casheirs checks&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Platt, when he comes in at like 5:57pm with 4 bags of coin&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Gardner &amp; weirdness&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Roberston (from robertson cycle) coming in at 6:58pm&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Incontro and his same question "do you guys take cox and aquila"&lt;br /&gt;Mr &amp;amp; Mrs Carter&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Wallace in the DT in the AM getting 1 20, 10's 5's &amp; some 1's……alllright&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. wallace in the lobby 2 hours later&lt;br /&gt;Miss Fitel &amp;amp; her utility payments&lt;br /&gt;Miss Fix…being LOUD &amp; wanting 30 copies of something on a busy payday-Friday&lt;br /&gt;All of Jay's gay bags&lt;br /&gt;All BK Deposits&lt;br /&gt;All of Little Kings' COIN deposits&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Wallace…in the lobby 3 hours later&lt;br /&gt;Mary Sortino...The lady who drops of IDEAL, who "just wants to leave that"&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who says "LORIE KNOWS ME"&lt;br /&gt;Not being able to drink or eat in your teller window&lt;br /&gt;Being the Community coin vault&lt;br /&gt;filling change orders&lt;br /&gt;running coin&lt;br /&gt;People being in my business all the time "what are you talking about?" "what's going on now?"&lt;br /&gt;Customers waiting to get $20 cash out from their account, at 7:00am…Just waiting there&lt;br /&gt;Anything &amp;amp; Everything that the beast does or has to do with.&lt;br /&gt;Her in General (the beast)&lt;br /&gt;Bree, and everything about her&lt;br /&gt;The phone ringing &amp;amp; ringing, and NO ONE answering it&lt;br /&gt;Peg, our admins kids calling 20 times a day&lt;br /&gt;All the $h!t that some people talk&lt;br /&gt;Looking through proof work&lt;br /&gt;ordering research&lt;br /&gt;"Turning on the lobby light"&lt;br /&gt;People just walking right up to your window, when you're not in it, or when you're doing something "HENCE THE *Please wait for next availible teller* Sign"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I will however miss:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;~watching the shopko carts roll across the parking lot and into the busy street on a windy day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;~holding $100 thousand dollars in my hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;~making funny noises in the microphone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*whenever you say ANYTHING in the microphone, it total tripples its funniness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;~having 5 cars deep in each lane on a busy Friday, and a RUSH song comes on the radio, instantly making it a GREAT next 5 minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;~telling old people to "KEEP IT REAL" when I'm done helping them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25893898-115168086063168054?l=myspot2see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/115168086063168054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25893898&amp;postID=115168086063168054' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/115168086063168054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/115168086063168054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2006/06/ode-to-first-national.html' title='Ode to First National'/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893898.post-115151548844342316</id><published>2006-06-28T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T10:24:48.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/1600/B00007G9JK.02.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/320/B00007G9JK.02.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last weekend my sister (who was in town from DC), Michael and myself went to my cousin Lyndsday's for the much anticipate "Game Night." Let me tell you, it was a night. We ate, drank and almost died laughing. I don't know which was more fun, Lyndsay and I telling stories about when we were youger (and not so young) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; All the different things that we had to do while we were playing "Cranium."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was Boys VS Girls, and a riot during the entire game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There will be pictures to follow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25893898-115151548844342316?l=myspot2see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/115151548844342316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25893898&amp;postID=115151548844342316' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/115151548844342316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/115151548844342316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2006/06/game-night.html' title='Game Night'/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893898.post-115107429558129650</id><published>2006-06-23T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T08:09:06.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seatbelts Aren't Just for Saving Lives</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/1600/01302006152713carry-on_denim.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/320/01302006152713carry-on_denim.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not only do seatbelts save lives...They also make a fantastic addition to your outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be purchasing both of these......Very shortly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/1600/110920051437374203-tan.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/320/110920051437374203-tan.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously...How cute is this f-ing bag?!?!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;....Pretty f-ing sweet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25893898-115107429558129650?l=myspot2see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/115107429558129650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25893898&amp;postID=115107429558129650' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/115107429558129650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/115107429558129650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2006/06/seatbelts-arent-just-for-saving-lives.html' title='Seatbelts Aren&apos;t Just for Saving Lives'/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893898.post-115048889974887697</id><published>2006-06-16T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T18:20:54.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUE or FALSE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/1600/Hussam%20on%20moped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/320/Hussam%20on%20moped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That today while I was working in the DT at the bank....a man came in on a moped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of like this.....but not like this middle-eastern fellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://411ca.org/images/Hussam%20on%20moped.JPG" target="_top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25893898-115048889974887697?l=myspot2see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/115048889974887697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25893898&amp;postID=115048889974887697' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/115048889974887697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/115048889974887697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2006/06/true-or-false.html' title='TRUE or FALSE?'/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893898.post-114866527414842404</id><published>2006-05-26T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T10:42:18.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlight of the season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/1600/davidhasselhoff.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/320/davidhasselhoff.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so somehow I've been hooked on American Idol....I have been watching it throughout the season. It's had it's UP's and DOWN's and funny &amp; embarrassing moments. (Kat's flash to the audience) The biggest highlight of the Season was on Wednesday, durring the much anticipated 2-hour season finale. During the last few moments of the show, and AFTER they anounced the big winner...and while Taylor was performing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Baywatch Hottie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVID HASSELHOFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25893898-114866527414842404?l=myspot2see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/114866527414842404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25893898&amp;postID=114866527414842404' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/114866527414842404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/114866527414842404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2006/05/highlight-of-season.html' title='Highlight of the season'/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893898.post-114702180552202418</id><published>2006-05-07T09:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T10:11:03.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/1600/Jake&amp;Blinds%20003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/320/Jake%26Blinds%20003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I see it...I know what's missing from the window.....THE FRIGGIN' BLINDS. Lem wasn't home...so I called him see what the Hey was up with the binds. I didn't know if he went into a furry and ripped them down...I had no idea. I was a bit scared actually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25893898-114702180552202418?l=myspot2see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/114702180552202418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25893898&amp;postID=114702180552202418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/114702180552202418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/114702180552202418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2006/05/and-then-i-see-it.html' title=''/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893898.post-114702161574587255</id><published>2006-05-07T09:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T10:10:43.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/1600/Jake&amp;Blinds%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/320/Jake%26Blinds%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a rare shot of the bubby bandit. He thought that it might be nice to put a face with the furry that happens from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently he didn't see the need to keep these blinds up anymore. He pretty much rules the house and does what he wants. For some reason, we still love the bub&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25893898-114702161574587255?l=myspot2see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/114702161574587255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25893898&amp;postID=114702161574587255' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/114702161574587255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/114702161574587255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-is-rare-shot-of-bubby-bandit.html' title=''/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893898.post-114702106931461359</id><published>2006-05-07T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T10:11:57.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/1600/Jake&amp;Blinds%20002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/320/Jake%26Blinds%20002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I get home from Timmy's Race lastnight....walk in the house and up the stairs.....look in the living room and out the window, and notice something is different....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25893898-114702106931461359?l=myspot2see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/114702106931461359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25893898&amp;postID=114702106931461359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/114702106931461359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/114702106931461359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-i-get-home-from-timmys-race.html' title=''/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893898.post-114608782391873824</id><published>2006-04-26T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T14:43:43.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They Never Fail to Amaze Me......EVER</title><content type='html'>So true story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I'm having this converstaion with a customer about one of our compliance policies. This man is arguing with me and says "can I speak to your manager." I say, absolutley, as soon as she's done with that customer, but she's going to tell you the exact thing that I am telling you right now." So.....my manager comes over and has the EXACT same converstaion with this gentalman, and he says...."that's just YOUR policy, you can do whatever you want." She says, actually, we can't. We will get in huge trouble by the government auditors. (sidenote: I actually had to leave my window b/c I could no longer hold  my laughter in, he was that ridiculous). He says "so you're telling me that you'd rather me take my HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS to anyother bank, b/c you wont do this for me. I said, "well sir, if you feel that way, THEN YES!" I honestly do not believe this man. What on God's green earth would make him think he could get around it. I haven't the slightest clue.  After about 5 min of arguing with our manager, he saw the light, and complied.....needless to say, I said about 2 words to him during the entire time he was at my window. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25893898-114608782391873824?l=myspot2see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/114608782391873824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25893898&amp;postID=114608782391873824' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/114608782391873824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/114608782391873824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2006/04/they-never-fail-to-amaze-meever.html' title='They Never Fail to Amaze Me......EVER'/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893898.post-114597780725820746</id><published>2006-04-25T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T08:15:33.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is The Point of Being FAKE?</title><content type='html'>I take pride in being someone who is not "Fake." I honestly don't think that the way I act is "Fake." And if I was, I would hope that one of my Friends, would call me out on it. Or, not be my friend at all. I also would like to think that I don't hang out with "Fake" people. I don't see the point in being a "Fake" person. To make people like you?? What?? No, that just makes you an even bigger loser. I just don't get it. I've never been a fan of "Fake" people, but it has just recently played a bigger part of my daily life, at my el-job-o. I've been the bigger person about it, espcially since I'm in management. But you know what, screw that....Especially after this weekend, it just opened my eyes... So, I have decieded to just totally be "Myself." And if I feel like talking to you, then I will. Otherwise if I don't, hopefully you get the hint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25893898-114597780725820746?l=myspot2see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/114597780725820746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25893898&amp;postID=114597780725820746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/114597780725820746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/114597780725820746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-is-point-of-being-fake.html' title='What Is The Point of Being FAKE?'/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893898.post-114564802926093745</id><published>2006-04-21T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T12:41:07.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These b!tches are high!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/1600/62a1063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/320/62a1063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I saw these BCBGirls wedges on the internet, and I absolutley fell in LOVE with them. Of course, the logical side of me was like "well what are you going to wear with them?" And it hit me like a week after I saw them, this shirt that I have would look SO cute with them. So I broke down, spent the $80 plus dollars on them. I have been waiting all week for them to get here. I have things sent to work, then it makes my day better. Anyway, after the long anticipated arrival, THEY'RE HERE!! They got to me today at 1pm!! YAY, It totally made my whole friggin' day! Let me just say, I tried them on behind the teller line, and these b!tches are high!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25893898-114564802926093745?l=myspot2see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/114564802926093745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25893898&amp;postID=114564802926093745' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/114564802926093745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/114564802926093745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2006/04/these-btches-are-high.html' title='These b!tches are high!!'/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893898.post-114548170832303842</id><published>2006-04-19T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T14:21:48.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Customer Service</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had a job in Customer Service? Well, Ive had like 3 jobs in my life, and they were ALL customer service. However, my current place of employment has got to be the most "out there" Just when you think that "You've seen it all.....That there is no way that anyone could do anything "dumber" Someone will do something outrageous and totally redeem that thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25893898-114548170832303842?l=myspot2see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/114548170832303842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25893898&amp;postID=114548170832303842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/114548170832303842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/114548170832303842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2006/04/customer-service.html' title='Customer Service'/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893898.post-114523721362771754</id><published>2006-04-16T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T18:28:09.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Bunny Foo-Foo...</title><content type='html'>...hoppin' through the forrest, scoopin up the field mice to bop um on the head.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter to everyone! I hope that the Easter bunny left everyone goodies.&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up, for the 3rd time, once at 1am when Lem came home and decieded to throw a dog treat on my bed so that Jake would jump up on my bed, once at 8am and then finally the 3rd time at like 10am. So I decide to make us some breakfast, nothing serious, just cherry turnovers from the box. I turn the oven on to pre-heat it and the oven starts smoking. Apparently the other day when Lem was smoking the pig, he had some kind of juice or something that was spilled in the oven. What it was doing in the oven, I'm not sure, especially since the pig was in the smoker. Anyway, it was horrible and the turnovers tasted like smokey-weridness. So we had to put it on "self-clean" for like 4 hours. It smelled SICK. Good thing I was gone all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I called James Kernan to tell him Happy Easter, and ended up talking to Ms. Ellerie for like 5 min. She is such a chatter-box&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25893898-114523721362771754?l=myspot2see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/114523721362771754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25893898&amp;postID=114523721362771754' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/114523721362771754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/114523721362771754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2006/04/little-bunny-foo-foo.html' title='Little Bunny Foo-Foo...'/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893898.post-114502875032821364</id><published>2006-04-14T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T08:35:20.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're doing what?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/1600/pig-02_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/320/pig-02_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I come home lastnight and I'm just watching t.v. Getting ready to eat something for dinner, nothing out of the ordinary. A little while late, I hear Lem's truck pull in the drive way....with the big smoker attached. He is home with Aaron &amp;amp; their friend Bob, who I've met before at the golf course...ANYWAY. The first thing out of Lem's mouth is "Hey Jay, wanna help us cut the FAT OFF OF A PIG?" I said...."you're doing what?!? I don't even want to see YOU do that. So there's a table on the back patio, Lem gets our good kitchen knives, and Aaron and Lem walk over to his truck, grab this HUGE half of a pig, and put it on the table. The 3 of them proceed to cute the fat off of this "hog half" and drink beer, just like it was normal. Then Josh came over, and good news for him, he had on "Good Clothes" so he didn't help. They got done with one, and what do you know, theres still another half in the truck on ice....just waiting. Let me tell you, it was a sight to see. Needless to say, I did not eat dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25893898-114502875032821364?l=myspot2see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/114502875032821364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25893898&amp;postID=114502875032821364' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/114502875032821364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/114502875032821364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2006/04/youre-doing-what.html' title='You&apos;re doing what?!?'/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893898.post-114481278241141642</id><published>2006-04-11T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T20:33:47.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to the Seatbelt Bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/1600/JamiesCamera%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1857/2711/320/JamiesCamera%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is me and princess Ellerie. She is the cutest little girl in the world (as you can tell for yourself). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Saturday I saw her and had a new seatbelt purse and I said; Ellerie, look what I have....She says, how many of dose do you have? I say 4, she says, WOW, That's a lot. Uncle Jimmy, Jamie has 4 Seatbelt puses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25893898-114481278241141642?l=myspot2see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/114481278241141642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25893898&amp;postID=114481278241141642' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/114481278241141642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/114481278241141642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2006/04/ode-to-seatbelt-bag.html' title='Ode to the Seatbelt Bag'/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893898.post-114481076620047102</id><published>2006-04-11T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T20:00:56.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...and Bingo was his name-o!</title><content type='html'>Anyone who will ever see this, already knows all about me. So I know that you know that my new favorite thing to do is to attend BINGO at James Kernan's church. It is the best ever!! The first time I went, I won NOTHING, But the 2nd time I won, I won 2 things!! How cool. This of course must mean, that the 3rd time, I will win 3 things!! I know that you'll all be in suspence....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25893898-114481076620047102?l=myspot2see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/114481076620047102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25893898&amp;postID=114481076620047102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/114481076620047102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/114481076620047102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2006/04/and-bingo-was-his-name-o.html' title='...and Bingo was his name-o!'/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893898.post-114478216696996596</id><published>2006-04-11T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T20:00:25.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 thing 2 ponder:</title><content type='html'>One thing to ponder: Is every rude person in America a customer of First National Bank of Omaha?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25893898-114478216696996596?l=myspot2see.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/feeds/114478216696996596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25893898&amp;postID=114478216696996596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/114478216696996596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25893898/posts/default/114478216696996596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspot2see.blogspot.com/2006/04/1-thing-2-ponder.html' title='1 thing 2 ponder:'/><author><name>JLauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15167497461902081791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
