<?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-14875888</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:05:32.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Moon</title><subtitle type='html'>Hey! I'll start by saying I am a Christian, and love every second of it. . . I am so dependant on the knowledge that God is with me. I can't wait for the years to come! I know I shouldn't be looking too far forward, but I'm afraid if I don't I'll miss what’s behind me. What is God planning on doing in my life? How will he make me grow? Who will he bring into my life? I have a pent up excitement. . . 
As for my family. . . Keep reading and you may get a vague picture of how I interpret them.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earaneelensar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14875888/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earaneelensar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Neptune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14966579427516754942</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>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14875888.post-113927104513218428</id><published>2006-02-06T18:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T18:10:45.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cars. . . Who Needs EM!!</title><content type='html'>I don't have time for an actual blog post. . . I spent too much time reading other people's blogs. . . yes i do read your blogs, I just never have time to comment. . . ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to let y'all know (since I have a feeling anyone who actually reads my posts has a right to know) that I was in a car accident today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one was hurt. (I figured that was the first question to come to mind)&lt;br /&gt;I got banged up, and I'm sore. . . other than that I had a pretty regular day. . . well besides the whole air bags, black smoke, dumb camero turning left infront of my sisters car part.&lt;br /&gt;Leah was driving. (She hit her head, but she's fine)&lt;br /&gt;My neice was in the back seat.&lt;br /&gt;God works in mysterious ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G2G. . . dinners waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye All!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14875888-113927104513218428?l=earaneelensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earaneelensar.blogspot.com/feeds/113927104513218428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14875888&amp;postID=113927104513218428' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14875888/posts/default/113927104513218428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14875888/posts/default/113927104513218428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earaneelensar.blogspot.com/2006/02/cars-who-needs-em.html' title='Cars. . . Who Needs EM!!'/><author><name>Neptune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14966579427516754942</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14875888.post-113927079541985678</id><published>2006-02-06T17:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T18:06:35.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Four Jobs I Have Had&lt;br /&gt;~Babysitter&lt;br /&gt;~Tour Guide&lt;br /&gt;~Petsitter&lt;br /&gt;~Yard Maintenance person. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Movies I Could Watch Over and Over&lt;br /&gt;~The Village&lt;br /&gt;~Signs&lt;br /&gt;~Miss Congeniality (sp??)&lt;br /&gt;~Pride &amp; Prejudice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Books I Could (and Have) Read Over and Over&lt;br /&gt;~The Horse and His Boy&lt;br /&gt;~Five Children and It&lt;br /&gt;~The Secret Garden&lt;br /&gt;~A Little Princess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places I Have Lived&lt;br /&gt;~Owasso&lt;br /&gt;~Norfolk&lt;br /&gt;~Cleavland (not Ohio, and yes that is spelled right. . . i think. . . i know its not spelled like the one in Ohio)&lt;br /&gt;~Tulsa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four TV Shows I Watch&lt;br /&gt;~What Not to Wear&lt;br /&gt;~I Love Lucy&lt;br /&gt;~Heh&lt;br /&gt;~Eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places I Have Been On Vacation&lt;br /&gt;~Baltimore MD&lt;br /&gt;~California&lt;br /&gt;~Tennessee&lt;br /&gt;~Mission Tejas State Park (best place ever!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Websites I Visit Daily&lt;br /&gt;~Myspace&lt;br /&gt;~Blogger&lt;br /&gt;~Facebook&lt;br /&gt;~E-mail!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Favorite Foods&lt;br /&gt;~Bananas&lt;br /&gt;~chai latte (spiced. . . hardback cafe, heck yes!)&lt;br /&gt;~coffee or mint chocolate chip ice cream&lt;br /&gt;~cinnamon rolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places I'd Like To Be Right Now&lt;br /&gt;~China&lt;br /&gt;~Anywhere up in the mountains with a clear (largish) water source&lt;br /&gt;~South Africa&lt;br /&gt;~Europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Bloggers I'm Tagging Who Must Now Play This Game.&lt;br /&gt;I have no one to tag!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14875888-113927079541985678?l=earaneelensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earaneelensar.blogspot.com/feeds/113927079541985678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14875888&amp;postID=113927079541985678' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14875888/posts/default/113927079541985678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14875888/posts/default/113927079541985678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earaneelensar.blogspot.com/2006/02/four-jobs-i-have-had-babysitter-tour.html' title=''/><author><name>Neptune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14966579427516754942</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-14875888.post-113779017132040010</id><published>2006-01-20T14:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T00:31:34.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sophomore Tours and Other Stuffy Duff</title><content type='html'>Wow. . . can you say crazy?? I stand infront of a table all morning and say, "Wanna tour business? Business?" And if I'm lucky I'll hand out maybe one ticket. . . it's not easy being business. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophomore tours consists of three tours and three different tickets. The first tickets are red and we usually hand out the most of those because most people don't know what they want to tour and only come back to us when they realize all the other groups are full. The second tickets are yellow. . . and a very ugly shade at that. The last tickets are green and usually get passed out quite a bit because people feel sorry for us. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The preceding text was somthing I started a long time ago and saved as a draft. . . I have no idea what I was leading up to so I'm just gonna tell y'all about my night tonight. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fabulous time. . . applying to colleges. Tonight I applied to TWO out of state colleges and wrote three essays for those applications. Needless to say my last essay wasn't worth reading because I was so tired of writing essays, but hey. . . it can't be any worse than this blog post. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier tonight was fun. Bible study at the Fisher's!! I always love singing the psalms afterward. . . Though the study about eschatology was interesting. For some reason I never get tired of hearing about the same eschatology stuff I always hear. . . Sometimes I bug dad to no end just asking questions about it. . . I guess I want to know how "it all" ends. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 119 B I would have to say is one of my absolute favorites. . . I find it so very applicable. . . Lol, no surprise there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was a brief update. . . I guess I should say something about basket ball. . . VERY TIME CONSUMING!!! This year has been crazy. We are going to have a total of three tournaments plus all the practice coach loves to cram in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also full swing into my NOC classes. I take my first math exam tomorrow (eep!). Which I haven't studied for because I was applying to colleges. . . And I have ANOTHER essay due Monday. Lol. I'm so glad my work ethic is terrible. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MTC has been crazy too. . . since sophomore tours (see above) I can't seem to get caught up. ._O I'm a test behind in accounting and I just barely got my global marketing packets in on time. . . You remember that Sarah. :P Bailey and I stayed over time finishing our packets and Sarah was just waiting around for us to finish since I'm her ride. . . Did that make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. . . I think that's everything. I think if my work ethic was better I wouldn't have all this stuff coming at me at once, but hey, where would all my character building come in?? ;)&lt;br /&gt;:o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye guys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time for proof reading. . . must sleep. . . hope you guys can decipher this post anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.M.C.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14875888-113779017132040010?l=earaneelensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earaneelensar.blogspot.com/feeds/113779017132040010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14875888&amp;postID=113779017132040010' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14875888/posts/default/113779017132040010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14875888/posts/default/113779017132040010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earaneelensar.blogspot.com/2006/01/sophomore-tours-and-other-stuffy-duff.html' title='Sophomore Tours and Other Stuffy Duff'/><author><name>Neptune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14966579427516754942</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-14875888.post-113484009378124474</id><published>2005-12-17T10:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T11:21:33.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>B-ball Partay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Last night was the annual Basketball Christmas party at Sarah Roger's house. Loads of fun. Well kinda. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual I was really hyper (any surprise there?). I always kinda regret being really hyper, but part of me can't really help it. . . or so I claim, though I'm guessing I could. . . It's all extroversions fault!! Says I. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I show up at Sarah's with my family of goldfish. . . It was really cool, I had baby, regular, and colored gold fish. . . "The snack that smiles back. . . Gold fish!" They were a big hit at the snack table. . . everyone took a handful. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party had its LOUD members (me, Julie, and Bailey), its exclusive members (Josh, Ben, and Garrison), and its members that were just having fun (everyone else). Though the loud members were having fun too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played "Catch the Phrase". Every time it was my turn I got something that I had to count on my siblings to answer. . . Example: "Oh! oh!! When I was little I hit Leah over the head with one of these!!"  David, "How the heck are WE supposed to know?" Jessie, "Tonka Truck!!!" yeahh. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example 2: "I had this with my dinner tonight!!! You know. . . with my fish, I like it, it's white, it comes out of a jar!!" Jessie, "Mayonnaise!!" Everyone else, "Huh??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Julie and I were throwing things in the air and catching them in our mouths for a good part of the evening. . . Not to be rude, but Julie is terrible at it!! Haha, I've spent hours at it. . . so I'm not bad. Julie and I were sitting on a piano bench and twice I threw the food back too far and leaned too far and fell off the bench. . . In a skirt! It wasn't that bad since I could feel myself falling and fell modestly, but I decided to change into jeans anyway. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggested we all play flashlight tag, but our hostess wouldn't let us since she was scared of someone getting hurt. . . which I didn’t really understand, but I’m guessing she has her reasons. Garrison was a tad disappointed about not being able to play, but I think he got over it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm getting hyper thinking about it which is why this post is so disjointed, but I thought you guys should know. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H.B.H.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14875888-113484009378124474?l=earaneelensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earaneelensar.blogspot.com/feeds/113484009378124474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14875888&amp;postID=113484009378124474' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14875888/posts/default/113484009378124474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14875888/posts/default/113484009378124474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earaneelensar.blogspot.com/2005/12/b-ball-partay.html' title='B-ball Partay!'/><author><name>Neptune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14966579427516754942</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14875888.post-113475035337890045</id><published>2005-12-16T08:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T23:49:07.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving. . . Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ha! I'm finally making a blog post!! The only reason I have time to get to it is because I don't. . . (I'm at school. . .) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I suppose I should give you guys a run down of all the "major" events that have happened. Though, I assume you guys already know most of it. ^_^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;First we had Thanksgiving break: This year my family took this entire vacation very casually. I think this was partially for my dad's sake and partially because we didn't feel like trying very hard. ^_^ Whatever the cause was we got the car loaded by ten in the morning and were ready to take off when I looked around and said, "Hey wait! Do we have the fruit?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*frantic searching* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;After we couldn't locate the fruit someone ran inside and found it in the refrigerator. This fruity event was followed by several of the same character. By the time we had gone back in the house for all the things we had forgotten it was half past ten. The casual attitude continued as we puttered down the road at mom's -&gt;top&lt;- speed of 65mph. We probably stopped about ten times for various uses of the facilities and for lunch. When we finally reached the campsite it was almost ten (again), and it was only supposed to be a seven hour trip. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;From there on out the trip was like a regular camping trip except we kept with our Thanksgiving traditions and watched one or two movies every night and went to see "Yours, Mine, and Ours" in theaters. The day before we left it rained allllll day. It was a drizzle most of the day, but it was enough to make you uncomfortable with the damp. My cousin Isaac, Vinny, Jessie, Betty, and I went for a loooooooooooooong hike. It took us about three hours. We were all soaked and muddy when we came back to camp but it was worth it. The campsite we were staying at was a state park and the landscape was beautiful. Very natural, very pretty, and no litter!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did some shopping in the gift shop, but I'm not at liberty to discuss that. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jessie strangles Danielle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lylas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.D.B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14875888-113475035337890045?l=earaneelensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earaneelensar.blogspot.com/feeds/113475035337890045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14875888&amp;postID=113475035337890045' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14875888/posts/default/113475035337890045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14875888/posts/default/113475035337890045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earaneelensar.blogspot.com/2005/12/thanksgiving-finally.html' title='Thanksgiving. . . Finally!'/><author><name>Neptune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14966579427516754942</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-14875888.post-112990631535640931</id><published>2005-10-21T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T09:51:55.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FALL BREAK!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness, I actually have an "event" to put in here. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the first night of fall break, and Bailey and I decided to go out and shoe shop. At first we were just gonna look at the sneakers for basket ball, but the store was having their clearance sale and we bother ended up getting a pair of non-basketball $10 shoes. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had been talking about going to a coffee shop, so after purchasing our shoes we headed to Aspen Coffee House. At first we were heading to the one on Western, but I told Bailey about the weirder atmosphere of the one on Seventh, and she was like, "Let's go there!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We made a big loopy loop and stopped at a gas station where Bailey got gas. She asked me to come in with her as she paid the guy behind the counter. Out of the blue she said, "Can I get a lottery ticket?". . . she lost :D hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to Aspen. . . We went in and got our drinks and sat down in a window, corner table, when Bailey leaned towards me and said, "You were right about this place!" *rolls eyes* haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in Aspen for about an hour during which time Bailey was on her phone for about 45 mins, and another student from Meridian joined us. The other student (Sabrina) wanted to go to Boomer Lake, but the thought of this rather freaked Bailey and I and we decided it was time to head home. However, we took the long way home. :S, meaning. . . we went cruising!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up behind a truck that had a for sale sign on the back of it, and a cell phone number. Bailey called the number!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the conversation that ensued. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey - Hey, nice truck!&lt;br /&gt;Driver - Thanx, do I know you?&lt;br /&gt;Bailey - Maybe, how much is your truck?&lt;br /&gt;Driver - 68,000 (It was a beat down junky truck!!)&lt;br /&gt;Bailey - It's not THAT nice&lt;br /&gt;Driver - Where do I know you from?&lt;br /&gt;Bailey - I dunno (The driver pulls into Arby's), but I know you like Arby's.&lt;br /&gt;Driver(to friend in passenger seat) - Oh crap! We're being watched!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . yeahh, I went home and related these events to mom and Leah. Mom just covered her face and wore an expression between wanting to laugh and thinking "what crazy kids!", and Leah laughed. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, catcha guys lata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.D.B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14875888-112990631535640931?l=earaneelensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earaneelensar.blogspot.com/feeds/112990631535640931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14875888&amp;postID=112990631535640931' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14875888/posts/default/112990631535640931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14875888/posts/default/112990631535640931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earaneelensar.blogspot.com/2005/10/fall-break.html' title='FALL BREAK!!!'/><author><name>Neptune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14966579427516754942</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14875888.post-112890559929445957</id><published>2005-10-09T19:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T19:53:21.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I give in, I give in!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Because of the harassment of the public in general the editor of this blog has decided that there will be an effort made to post, even if it turns out totally lame, and otherwise dull. Thank you and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a story most of you have heard. . . I think so anyway. I don't know how many of you have heard about the so called "hott" guy, but he is in the class next door to mine at MTC. Bailey, a good friend of mine, is quickly becoming obsessed. He is planning on talking to him on Monday to fix a rather hideous occurrence that took place due to the efforts of another class mate of ours. . . Sylvia. Now Sylvia did not mean to make a mess of things, but I'm afraid she did. One day she told this boy that Bailey and I liked him. How my name got attached to that, I don't know, but it did.  So this boy came on break with us, and sat there the entire time saying nothing. o_O What made it worse was that we “had” sit by him because of the circumstances (I would have felt rude if we had not sat beside him.), but he had chosen a seat beside Sylvia's X-boyfriend (Sylvia, of course, was with us). o_O ah high school, gotta love it. Anyway, long story short, the boy has not talked to us since, and Bailey doesn't like Sylvia anymore (Sylvia did spend most of her time talking over other people about how annoying her boyfriends were), and I'm stuck in the middle of this soap!! o_O :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam, be a doll, and remind me of that story I was supposed to post on here. . . ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: The following paints disturbing images in your mind. I recommend that those with weak constitutions forgo reading the subsequent text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was driving down the road the other day, observing the traffic around me, because that is always entertaining, when I noticed a very slow moving mini van. The driver of this van was very elderly, and drove with a dazed look on his face. As we approached a light that had been red for a while I slowed down and prepared to stop. This van kept its speed constant and I was very disturbed, because I was not used to older drivers stopping with only inches to spare, as I am prone to do. However. . . this driver ran the red light! It was right between two cars that were crossing the intersection. It was the scariest thing I had ever seen. I thought for sure the van was going to be hit, but God’s hand of protection was upon it and the timing was just right. That gives a whole new meaning to the term stunt driving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another car incident. . . I was driving my brother to flag football practice (Betty and Paige came along for the ride), and was zipping along 12th street because he was going to be late. I’d say I was going 5-7 over the speed limit, and taking a rather silly risk. Once again a mini van was at the root of the thrills. . . only this time it was not an elderly driver, but one that looked as though they had been driving for a while and were quite alert. The driver was stopped in the middle of the road with their left hand blinker on waiting to turn left. I was approaching them from the opposite direction, and just as I was right in front of the spot they wanted to turn at they began to turn! I hit my brakes as fast as I could, but by the time I stopped I was already in their path. We would have been hit, but the driver woke up and swerved out of the way, also hitting their brakes. The driver in a white truck that had been stopped on the other side of the intersection had the most shocked look on his face, and at the sight of it Betty started to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am out of material for this post. . . I’m afraid the stuff I’ve put in here is all old, but nothing exciting has happened recently. . . though after tomorrow I think something will. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna and Elizabeth. . . I’m rather surprised you guys know I get that kind of attention from boys, and to be totally honest, it’s kind of sickening. It’s not something I really talk about. . . I guess I said Malachi, but his was actually a little different. As though he knew it was all silliness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I just thought of something. . . The other night I went to my sister’s house, because she wanted someone to chill with, and I ended up going to dinner with her and her husband. The conversation turned to boys, o_O. I’ll just cut to the “interesting” part. . . They began to tease me about Caleb Kirby, their favorite topic around me. So if I have been bringing him up more often, o_O, it’s because he’s at the forefront of my mind due to overwhelming teasing. Eiya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Another story. . . The other day I had to pick up some books from my school (sunrise. . . pace packets and what) and I had Sam in the car with me, because I was driving her home from MTC, and I got lost!!. . . it wasn’t that bad, just made for some friction over the phone and was semi interesting. Anyway. . . that was the last thing I could think of. Tootles and goodnight. *bows*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.N.C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;P.S. On all my other postsI have done a bit of editting. . . tonight I am not because Leah is rushing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14875888-112890559929445957?l=earaneelensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earaneelensar.blogspot.com/feeds/112890559929445957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14875888&amp;postID=112890559929445957' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14875888/posts/default/112890559929445957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14875888/posts/default/112890559929445957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earaneelensar.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-give-in-i-give-in.html' title='I give in, I give in!!!'/><author><name>Neptune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14966579427516754942</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-14875888.post-112718508038605726</id><published>2005-09-19T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T21:58:00.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Waste of Time :P</title><content type='html'>Anne of Green Gables play-by-play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the three legged race.&lt;br /&gt;Gilbert winks&lt;br /&gt;boat ride&lt;br /&gt;handsome Gilbert talk&lt;br /&gt;Josy falls out of the boat&lt;br /&gt;"it would be such a romantic experience nearly to drown"&lt;br /&gt;School scene&lt;br /&gt;tittering kids&lt;br /&gt;"you'll share a seat with Diana Berry"&lt;br /&gt;"I must work with my QUEEN student now. . ."&lt;br /&gt;more tittering kids&lt;br /&gt;frog in Anne's face&lt;br /&gt;Gilbert throws things at Anna&lt;br /&gt;"hey carrots! carrots!!"&lt;br /&gt;Anne smashes slate over Gilberts head&lt;br /&gt;Moody laughs loudly&lt;br /&gt;"Ann Shirley has a very bad temper."&lt;br /&gt;"Anne Shirley has a very bad temper."&lt;br /&gt;Gilberts apology&lt;br /&gt;"the iron has entered my soul Diana"&lt;br /&gt;Anne's dye job "green is ten times worse"&lt;br /&gt;"the peddeler we met on the road today"&lt;br /&gt;Marila tells Anne she will stay at Green Gables&lt;br /&gt;"I think you may be a kindred spirit after all"&lt;br /&gt;Anne gets a hair cut "I shall never ever look at myself again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you actually read all that. . . :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta ta!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14875888-112718508038605726?l=earaneelensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earaneelensar.blogspot.com/feeds/112718508038605726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14875888&amp;postID=112718508038605726' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14875888/posts/default/112718508038605726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14875888/posts/default/112718508038605726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earaneelensar.blogspot.com/2005/09/waste-of-time-p.html' title='A Waste of Time :P'/><author><name>Neptune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14966579427516754942</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14875888.post-112684023701745444</id><published>2005-09-15T21:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T22:10:37.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>o_O</title><content type='html'>^_^&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was collecting information and packets on the SAT and ACT and other various "stuff", and one of the scariest things in the world happened to me. Eh, well maybe not the scariest, but I found it to be very horrid. I've only been to the local high school two other times in my life, and both those times I didn't have to go farther than the front door. I opened the door and scanned the area for a front desk or something, where I could ask someone where I was supposed to go. All I saw were four girls. Three were black and looked very "cute" (cute chick style). The forth was in medical scrubs, and I know she's in the medical course at MTC (in the morning, hint, hint, Sarah ;). Making the most pleasant face I could, while in the obtrusive building of the high school that represents all the most abhorrent things I dislike about America, I proceeded down the hall. At the time I did not realize I was walking right past the main office, because it was not obviously marked, and for a blonde like me, only the obvious flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked down the hall I recognized one of the boys lounging at the end. My sister and him never really got along, but he was someone I recognized, so I went over to him and did the whole blonde trick asking him if he could tell me where the main office or the guidance office was. At first he seemed confused, but was about to tell me where to find the guidance office, when a black boy sitting beside him said, "Why don't you go down to the main office and they'll give you a map." He pointed back the way I came. *embarrassed face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third boy sitting with them snickered, and I could feel their eyes on my back as I turned around and retraced my steps. This time I found the main office and did my best to smile at the lady behind the front desk and asked for the "stuff" I needed. The lady was one of those plump grandmother figures, but she gave me a harsh look and said, "Those would be in the guidance office. Are you a student here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, well you need go sign in over there, and I'll get you a map."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not entirely sure why she needed to get me a map, because they were sitting there in obvious view on the desk. I went over to sign in, when the third boy who had been sitting at the end of the hall walked in with his mom. His mom began talking to the lady behind the desk, who immediately cut her short, and repeated that she needed to get me a map. At this point I was done signing in and began watching what was happening in the room with a sardonic sort of humor. The boy gave me a sly smile and grabbed one of the maps on the desk, put it under my face, and began to tell me how to get to the guidance office. The lady behind the desk looked startled at the presence of a map and took it from the boy saying, "I'll draw her a line."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting my pen ink littered map, I left the office, with the boy smiling after me. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guidance office wasn't hard to find, but it was on the other side of the building. (This is a HUGE building.) I walked in and looked around. The guidance office was a mess. No one paid attention when I walked in, and I was rather confused as to what to do. I saw a girl who looked like she was supposed to be there to help people and asked for the "stuff" I needed. She looked startled that I asked her, but got it. . . I have a feeling I wasn't supposed to ask her. There was yet another boy who was sitting in the corner glaring at my back, and at my face on my way in and out. As I stepped out of the office, with my hands full of papers, the bell rang. The most plummeting feeling started inside me, but at the same time a peculiar sort of excitement. I expect this is the sort of feeling I would have when I fell off a cliff. . . High school students began to pour out of the class rooms, and most of them gave me curious stares. I missed my first turn and got hopelessly lost. I decided on the easiest action, go for the nearest exit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got out of the mangle of students and found myself between three buildings, the only opening going in the opposite direction I wanted to go. In the end I walked nearly all the way around the building, and continued to feel those probing eyes poking me all the way to my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I drove away I felt a deep sense of sympathy for the kids who have to go there every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this was a ridiculously long post, but I wanted to write this out. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N. D. D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14875888-112684023701745444?l=earaneelensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earaneelensar.blogspot.com/feeds/112684023701745444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14875888&amp;postID=112684023701745444' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14875888/posts/default/112684023701745444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14875888/posts/default/112684023701745444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earaneelensar.blogspot.com/2005/09/oo.html' title='o_O'/><author><name>Neptune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14966579427516754942</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-14875888.post-112588162652156276</id><published>2005-09-04T19:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T20:24:41.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Life becomes so crazy, so fast. One day you are enjoying the laid back, lazy days of summer, and the next its work, work, work. I’m very sorry I haven’t posted in a while. . . I’m sure most of you have gotten tired of checking to see if I’ve posted. :), oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve come to realize that taking life day-to-day is so much simpler than wondering what’s coming next. With school starting it feels like everything is in my face, and it can be rather over whelming at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day-to-day experiences continue to be different from anything, in what is now my previous life. I wake up in the morning wondering what comes next. Looking at my clock, I hope the alarm going off is only in my head, and I don’t really have to get up. However, it always tells me its 6:45 and I have to find some jeans that aren’t dirty, so I can go to school. I always check the computer, to make sure I am not missing any IM buddies that might be online, then it’s the usual: get dressed, make up, hair, pick up Sarah, and onto school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit next to Bailey in class. This is highly entertaining. We find random curiosities throughout the day, to keep our minds from declining into unfathomable boredom, that is born out of our school work. I suppose this isn’t a very good view to take on school, but I can’t lie and say I absolutely adore my work. Something about medical insurance billing just doesn’t inspire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside of school, life is even more interesting. I have basket ball practice, that will soon start occupying several hours of my week. Basket ball is a struggle for me. I love the physical aspect of it, but the company that comes along with it, and the experiences I have had there aren’t always satisfying. I suppose I have grown in some ways, but I miss having simple relationships, that aren’t produced from the high school way of thinking. Everyone having to prove themselves is rather tedious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I worked the concession stand at the OSU football game. All for new basketball uniforms, of course. I worked with some of the boys that I've hardly said two words too. They were funny and nice, and several things about one of them reminded me of myself. It surprises me that I didn't find him very annoying. ^_^ The other, however. . . He is what my siblings and I would call a "ham". A goof ball, through and through. He's one of those casual flirts that treats every girl like they are special. The only problem is, if he treats every one special, the rest cease to be special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am all out of material for this entry. Which I find rather surprising, seeing as how I haven’t posted in so long. :) Oh well, its character building for you lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T. D. H.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14875888-112588162652156276?l=earaneelensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earaneelensar.blogspot.com/feeds/112588162652156276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14875888&amp;postID=112588162652156276' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14875888/posts/default/112588162652156276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14875888/posts/default/112588162652156276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earaneelensar.blogspot.com/2005/09/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Neptune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14966579427516754942</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14875888.post-112329304842210997</id><published>2005-08-05T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T19:35:23.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God is so amazing</title><content type='html'>Today I saw the strength of God's hand, the weather was fierce. I glanced out my window and I could see the effects of a strong wind. The trees bowed to their maker, rose from their bow, and bowed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran out to the open space of my front lawn and watched the clouds roll by and felt sprinkles of rain on my face. I decided at this point that the roof looked very inviting and ran to the back with my skirt fluttering. I found a comfortable place where three corners of my roof meet and watched the wind sway the land. This perch is one of my favorite because I can see a footprint outlined by the hills. This always reminds me of the Bible passage that talks about the thousand hills that roll ever on, foot prints of a mighty God. The wind played with my hair and drew my eyes to look at the trees. I was over taken by a sudden urge to climb to the top most bows of a tree and watch the storm come in. (However fool hardy this was I obeyed it and preceded to climb my favorite tree.) Every leaf on the silver birch whispered, "a storm is coming". I was disappointed though, because I could not see the land before me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then remembered the wise old tree out in the field. Years of children climbing to its top had made it kind to my ways. I went inside and hurried to prepared myself for the journey to the tree. Vince and Betty spotted me on my way out and ran to catch up to me. They are fellow storm lovers and I decided it wouldn't hurt to have them along. We ran out to the tree and found our holds in its nestling branches. I could see forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's strength is amazing, not only to create this amazing storm, but to create the trees that stand tall through it. And listening to the sounds of the birds and bugs die away as they seek shelter always reminds me he cares for the smallest things too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betty, Vince and I decided we should pick some berries while the weather waited for us, but as we set about to do that we realized that my friend, the cardinal, and his family had beat us to it, and had already eaten most of the berries! It was then that the world was washed in a bath of gold, and you could feel the electricity in the air. There on the horizon, black and majestic clouds broken by lines of white. The storm had arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that amazes me is that God gave us common sense, and common sense told me it probably wasn’t a good idea to be outside much longer. My siblings and I ran to the house and watched through the windows as the sky changed colors from gold to purple and pink to a deep gray and soon it will be black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. D. B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14875888-112329304842210997?l=earaneelensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earaneelensar.blogspot.com/feeds/112329304842210997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14875888&amp;postID=112329304842210997' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14875888/posts/default/112329304842210997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14875888/posts/default/112329304842210997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earaneelensar.blogspot.com/2005/08/god-is-so-amazing.html' title='God is so amazing'/><author><name>Neptune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14966579427516754942</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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14875888.post-112258160987097770</id><published>2005-07-28T13:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T15:13:29.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5288/1360/1600/100_2215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5288/1360/320/100_2215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hello all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;NOTE: The picture to the right has nothing to do with the following post. . . I just really like it, and I took it myself. :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Can you believe this weather? I suppose I shouldn't start that way, but for any of you in the Stillwater, OK area. . . isn't it amazing?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The skies were so clear and the breeze so cool. The sun was just the right amount of warm. I spent three hours sitting out on the swing doing my English. (Yes, I am still doing English from last year. . . procrastinating never pays off :-P) I had my favorite pillow propped up behind me, and the rustling trees to keep me company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I had been sitting there for about an hour this beautiful male cardinal came and visited. He sat on the vines that grow over the fence and sang to me. He cocked his head and asked me if I was listening, and then flew away. I'm afraid I didn't pay enough attention to him. He never came back. However, a little friend of his came to visit. This friend was determined to show off how fast he could fly. He zipped under the tree and then around the swing and then hummed behind my head. When I turned to see his face I saw he was a dragon fly. He had shiny colors of gold, green, and black and he grinned at me proudly. He then zipped off to conduct whatever business dragonflies conduct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my three pleasant, outdoor hours I went inside to acquire some lunch and make a blog entry. I decided to start with the blog, but that process was interrupted by my father, who wanted me to print a “little” something out for him. As I began this latest job I realized this was not a “little” something because it would require 123 pieces of paper and an immeasurable amount of ink. After realizing this I decided it would be better to print this on a laser printer. . . no further comment. . . Let it suffice to say that it took an hour before my father's little printing job was complete. :-P (Though! I did hear a lot about Betty's new school while working. . . I think it’s called Potter's Academy. . .)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as that situation of blood, sweat, and tears was wrapped up I went to the kitchen to see about lunch. Ha! I was tempted by the powdered hot chocolate in the cabinet. That, under my skilled hands, quickly became a form of microwave fudge. (which I am now enjoying as I type up a rather silly and hard to read blog post. :-) (its getting very hard and very sticky)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will leave off at this point, seeing as how nothing else has happened in my day up to this point, and I am rather hungry for lunch, and there are no significant thoughts weighing on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. N. H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I’m afraid there may be some obvious grammatical errors in the preceding text, but I’m also afraid my thought process concerning blogs does not include proof reading and/or correcting any mistakes. :-P Thank you for your understanding. (eh, heh, *cough*) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14875888-112258160987097770?l=earaneelensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earaneelensar.blogspot.com/feeds/112258160987097770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14875888&amp;postID=112258160987097770' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14875888/posts/default/112258160987097770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14875888/posts/default/112258160987097770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earaneelensar.blogspot.com/2005/07/beautiful-weather.html' title='Beautiful Weather'/><author><name>Neptune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14966579427516754942</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-14875888.post-112250418110473996</id><published>2005-07-27T17:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T17:43:01.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a concept. . . a blog.</title><content type='html'>Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are all of you? This is my first blog so I will have to apologize in advance for all the stupid mistakes concerning grammar I am sure to make. . . wow, wonder how many there were in that last bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "p" button on my keyboard is broken. . . I have to hit it really hard before it produces the "p" I desire. . . I am also wondering if I should forget about grammar all together at this point. . . This "p" key is goind to drive me crazy. . . :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my name and profile. . . I apologize. :-D They are both highly unoriginal and uhhh, boring. lol, but! I have an excuse! Several weeks of physics will do that to a person! Or maybe it's just the person. . . we may never know. :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yea, I think I will stop jabbering away, and get back to work. . . *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;I will post later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. D. B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14875888-112250418110473996?l=earaneelensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earaneelensar.blogspot.com/feeds/112250418110473996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14875888&amp;postID=112250418110473996' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14875888/posts/default/112250418110473996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14875888/posts/default/112250418110473996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earaneelensar.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-concept-blog_112250418110473996.html' title='What a concept. . . a blog.'/><author><name>Neptune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14966579427516754942</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></feed>
