<?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-36616468</id><updated>2012-02-04T03:21:25.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow Streak Of Aversion</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15102324983194701922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mail.google.com/mail/?attid=0.3&amp;disp=emb&amp;view=att&amp;th=10e9c7ea860afe4d'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36616468.post-8692065724226036847</id><published>2007-04-03T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T00:09:02.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventure?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RhH8rvCalqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/6EtnZEA-kMQ/s1600-h/Clouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049094485550208674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RhH8rvCalqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/6EtnZEA-kMQ/s400/Clouds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;So I was out with a pretty good friend of mine today, and well, he likes adventures. And I'd call today a bit of an adventure, we decided to drive to where the pretty clouds were.. but then realized we'd be swimming by the time we got there..so we didn't... but that's okay! But then I started to think about clouds, and sunsets, and sunrises, and how pretty our sky is....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36616468-8692065724226036847?l=yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/feeds/8692065724226036847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36616468&amp;postID=8692065724226036847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/8692065724226036847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/8692065724226036847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/2007/04/adventure.html' title='Adventure?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15102324983194701922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mail.google.com/mail/?attid=0.3&amp;disp=emb&amp;view=att&amp;th=10e9c7ea860afe4d'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RhH8rvCalqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/6EtnZEA-kMQ/s72-c/Clouds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36616468.post-3292616510479979178</id><published>2007-03-23T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T00:40:18.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not what you take.  It's what you give.</title><content type='html'>A new song I came across that I like..  It's called "All About U" By Classified feat. Chad Hatcher. There is some profanities throughout...not my usual blogging style.. but well, I like the song, and I like what is says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life’s not what you take,&lt;br /&gt;it’s not about the promises you make.&lt;br /&gt;It’s not about the friends you might have made or love that is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is what you give&lt;/strong&gt;, it’s &lt;em&gt;not about the stupid things you did&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Its not about the way things could have been, &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;it’s about moving on&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all about you.&lt;br /&gt;So every morning when you wake&lt;br /&gt;before the first step that you take,&lt;br /&gt;Just think &lt;strong&gt;it’s all what you make it&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;and you’ll make it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This life will leave you stressed out,&lt;br /&gt;left out,&lt;br /&gt;with your neck out,&lt;br /&gt;ain’t nothing changed.&lt;br /&gt;Real life,&lt;br /&gt;so we deal right,&lt;br /&gt;but it feels like&lt;br /&gt;its something strange.&lt;br /&gt;We wondering,&lt;br /&gt;the dumbest things,&lt;br /&gt;and let every thing get under our skin.&lt;br /&gt;Trouble again,&lt;br /&gt;trying to impress somebody else is fucked in the head.&lt;br /&gt;So do you.&lt;br /&gt;You’ll never make everyone happy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it just won’t happen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the end of the day when all say is said,&lt;br /&gt;you better be ready to go back at ‘em.&lt;br /&gt;I learn slow, my verse show’s my growth my wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;If your positive or you negative,&lt;br /&gt;It don’t make a difference not when you living.&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause some of the most successful people on this planet,&lt;br /&gt;will kill them selves or somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;Life they really couldn’t manage.&lt;br /&gt;Then we got bums,&lt;br /&gt;alcoholics on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;With no stress,&lt;br /&gt;no where to rest,&lt;br /&gt;no where to dress,&lt;br /&gt;no where to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;And the say: fuck my morals,&lt;br /&gt;I'm drinking away my sorrows,&lt;br /&gt;I’m living life and I’m happy,&lt;br /&gt;I ain’t thinking about tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all about you.&lt;br /&gt;So every morning when you wake&lt;br /&gt;before the first step that you take,&lt;br /&gt;just think it’s all what you make it,&lt;br /&gt;and you’ll make it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is what it brings,&lt;br /&gt;it’s &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; about cars and fancy things.&lt;br /&gt;Or hair salons and diamond rings girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don’t you lose no sleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life is all about, the things you’ll never figure out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all about the people you love, and memories you keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This here is life,&lt;br /&gt;so tell me who chooses what’s wrong and right.&lt;br /&gt;Is it what we see on TV,&lt;br /&gt;get a job raise a family.&lt;br /&gt;That’s how I was raised,&lt;br /&gt;how I was brought up,&lt;br /&gt;get a wife a son and a daughter.&lt;br /&gt;That’s how I was taught to be proper,&lt;br /&gt;never thought anyone can get caught up.&lt;br /&gt;But slowly I grew up,&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;em&gt;the fairy tail quickly vanished&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Realized that life’s a bitch,&lt;br /&gt;and shit you gotta be able to stand it.&lt;br /&gt;And you gotta be able to handle it,&lt;br /&gt;the stress and the pressure you channel it.&lt;br /&gt;And you learn to cope at the end of your rope,&lt;br /&gt;anyway that you can with liquor or dope.&lt;br /&gt;Or work hard raise your kids, strip clubs or what ever it is.&lt;br /&gt;Smoke weed,&lt;br /&gt;shoot hoops.&lt;br /&gt;What ever you find your happiness through.&lt;br /&gt;It’s your life.&lt;br /&gt;Just make sure you know what you want when you go to get it.&lt;br /&gt;Keep doing this shit for you.&lt;br /&gt;Not your crew,&lt;br /&gt;or the dude you tryin' to impress kid.&lt;br /&gt;Life is &lt;strong&gt;simple&lt;/strong&gt;, life is &lt;strong&gt;hard&lt;/strong&gt;, and yeah life is&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;enjoy the things around you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before your life is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about you.&lt;br /&gt;So every morning when you wake&lt;br /&gt;before the first step that you take,&lt;br /&gt;just think it’s all what you make it,&lt;br /&gt;and you’ll make it through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36616468-3292616510479979178?l=yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/feeds/3292616510479979178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36616468&amp;postID=3292616510479979178' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/3292616510479979178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/3292616510479979178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-not-what-you-take-its-what-you-give.html' title='It&apos;s not what you take.  It&apos;s what you give.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15102324983194701922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mail.google.com/mail/?attid=0.3&amp;disp=emb&amp;view=att&amp;th=10e9c7ea860afe4d'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36616468.post-3769283897012869243</id><published>2007-03-19T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T00:12:47.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who? / What?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wondered who you're supposed to be?  Or what you're supposed to be doing?  Maybe even tried to figure out what other people think you should be doing? Or maybe you've been stuck in the middle.. thought you knew.. thought you had it all figured out.. but now you're not so sure anymore?  Hmmm... thoughts.. The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36616468-3769283897012869243?l=yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/feeds/3769283897012869243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36616468&amp;postID=3769283897012869243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/3769283897012869243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/3769283897012869243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/2007/03/who-what.html' title='Who? / What?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15102324983194701922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mail.google.com/mail/?attid=0.3&amp;disp=emb&amp;view=att&amp;th=10e9c7ea860afe4d'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36616468.post-194275963167910340</id><published>2007-02-25T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T14:26:38.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Embrace it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hello.. This post is gonna be about embracing who you are, and who everyone else is! ..Let me explain. A lot of people always find something wrong with themselves, and/or others. This isn't just about your own image, it's about everyone else's too. ..Well.. guess what!  Embrace EVERYONE.. tall, short, skinny, fat, "ugly", "pretty" ..(Those are in quotations because they are both in the eye of the beholder!).. Check this picture out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035599550680505538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/ReILHJFtnMI/AAAAAAAAAHc/SuyG04M_Ngo/s400/weight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'll explain what that's about... All those women are wearing the same red bathing suit, with their current weight written across the chest. I think that's soooooo cool! This quote followed the picture...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Every woman has something in her life she has to fight to overcome…whether it’s a body issue, a relationship crisis, an emotional challenge or a fashion emergency! Rather than wallowing in the negative, why not embrace the positive?" -Tyra Banks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36616468-194275963167910340?l=yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/feeds/194275963167910340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36616468&amp;postID=194275963167910340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/194275963167910340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/194275963167910340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/2007/02/embrace-it.html' title='Embrace it!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15102324983194701922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mail.google.com/mail/?attid=0.3&amp;disp=emb&amp;view=att&amp;th=10e9c7ea860afe4d'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/ReILHJFtnMI/AAAAAAAAAHc/SuyG04M_Ngo/s72-c/weight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36616468.post-1623694183642381240</id><published>2007-02-13T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T19:35:59.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RdF9aP8unaI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/LcJHTlZRYro/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030940148660870562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RdF9aP8unaI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/LcJHTlZRYro/s400/heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Valentine's Day on Wednesday, eh? Or singles' awareness day as some like to call it.. I don't see it as such a big deal, everyone makes it out to be this &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt; thing.. when really, it's just an excuse to tell someone you like them, or give a girlfriend or boyfriend a gift. I mean, so what if you're single on valentine's day? Give a &lt;strong&gt;friend&lt;/strong&gt; a card or something! haha.. I mean, even if you don't have a &lt;em&gt;"significant other"&lt;/em&gt; .. you're never truly single.. that's what friends are for, right? Well..... unless all your friends have dates.. and you really are left alone.. but even then, who cares? Any other day if all your friends were busy it wouldn't be so bad.. so why does it have to be bad on Valentine's Day? Sheesh. It never ceases to amaze me how everyone blows everything WAYYYYY out of proportion..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36616468-1623694183642381240?l=yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/feeds/1623694183642381240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36616468&amp;postID=1623694183642381240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/1623694183642381240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/1623694183642381240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-valentines-day-on-wednesday-eh-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15102324983194701922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mail.google.com/mail/?attid=0.3&amp;disp=emb&amp;view=att&amp;th=10e9c7ea860afe4d'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RdF9aP8unaI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/LcJHTlZRYro/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36616468.post-7502009197315873570</id><published>2007-02-09T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T23:01:59.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colour..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/Rc09gP8unYI/AAAAAAAAAG4/b0qperfH1MY/s1600-h/crayons2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029743983089065346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/Rc09gP8unYI/AAAAAAAAAG4/b0qperfH1MY/s400/crayons2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't tell me to colour inside the lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36616468-7502009197315873570?l=yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/feeds/7502009197315873570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36616468&amp;postID=7502009197315873570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/7502009197315873570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/7502009197315873570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/2007/02/colour.html' title='Colour..'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15102324983194701922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mail.google.com/mail/?attid=0.3&amp;disp=emb&amp;view=att&amp;th=10e9c7ea860afe4d'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/Rc09gP8unYI/AAAAAAAAAG4/b0qperfH1MY/s72-c/crayons2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36616468.post-1152017846446344208</id><published>2007-02-04T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T20:07:56.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Such A Baby Anymore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/Rcatg9iL1TI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ZF3JaosbrmQ/s1600-h/baby+prints.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027896815791101234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/Rcatg9iL1TI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ZF3JaosbrmQ/s400/baby+prints.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was my baby sister's birthday today. And well.. I guess I've got to stop calling her my "baby" sister... she's 9 as of today. Where did THAT come from? I remember when my mom was pregnant.. and when she was born.. I used to ask my mom if I could do laundry because I loved the little baby clothes. :P Well.. anyways.. We went to Woody's for dinner, and for those of you who don't know it, it's a little restaurant in Sidney.. it's 50s themed and it's really beachy.. really cute. She had a sleepover party, so her little girlfriends and her all dressed up 50s themed, it was adorable! We ate dinner, and then order the "Big Kahuna!" ..hehe! They give you a pail, a metal beach pail, filled with chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry ice cream, brownies, candy, whipped cream, and sprinkles... Disgustingly huge, there was 5 of us eating it, and we didn't finish it!! They give everyone a plastic shovel, like the ones that you used to play with in the sand box when you were little.. and everyone just digs in! It's amazing! Messy.. but amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36616468-1152017846446344208?l=yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/feeds/1152017846446344208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36616468&amp;postID=1152017846446344208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/1152017846446344208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/1152017846446344208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/2007/02/not-such-baby-anymore.html' title='Not Such A Baby Anymore.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15102324983194701922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mail.google.com/mail/?attid=0.3&amp;disp=emb&amp;view=att&amp;th=10e9c7ea860afe4d'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/Rcatg9iL1TI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ZF3JaosbrmQ/s72-c/baby+prints.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36616468.post-1831263961946000287</id><published>2007-01-29T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T10:47:40.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing The World Through A Child's Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/Rb4-xT8WO5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/euRGd1UP020/s1600-h/Innocence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025523251079953298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/Rb4-xT8WO5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/euRGd1UP020/s400/Innocence.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been thinking a lot about kids lately, and how they see the world so differently than we do.  I mean, for the most part, little boys think bugs are &lt;em&gt;soooooo cool&lt;/em&gt;, and nail polish on a little girl's toes make her happy for an entire week! Why can't we all be so &lt;strong&gt;amazed&lt;/strong&gt; by such small things?  Driving..wows them!.. How amazing, we get to move so much faster!(we're only going 50k/hr)  And what about the fact that they want to learn SO badly!  I mean, could you imagine if people were as motivated to learn calculous as kids are to learn their ABCs?  We'd all be friggin geniouses!  ..Just a thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36616468-1831263961946000287?l=yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/feeds/1831263961946000287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36616468&amp;postID=1831263961946000287' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/1831263961946000287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/1831263961946000287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/2007/01/seeing-world-through-childs-eyes.html' title='Seeing The World Through A Child&apos;s Eyes'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15102324983194701922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mail.google.com/mail/?attid=0.3&amp;disp=emb&amp;view=att&amp;th=10e9c7ea860afe4d'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/Rb4-xT8WO5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/euRGd1UP020/s72-c/Innocence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36616468.post-1200626822121176346</id><published>2007-01-22T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T10:57:21.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Raining, It's Pouring...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RbVzXT8WO4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/bFzm6hO7JN4/s1600-h/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023047803729230722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RbVzXT8WO4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/bFzm6hO7JN4/s400/rain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Don't knock the weather. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If it didn't change once in a while, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nine out of ten people couldn't start a conversation." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kin Hubbard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Weather forecast for tonight: dark. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Continued dark overnight, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with widely scattered light by morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;George Carlin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the way, I absolutely love the rain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36616468-1200626822121176346?l=yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/feeds/1200626822121176346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36616468&amp;postID=1200626822121176346' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/1200626822121176346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/1200626822121176346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/2007/01/dont-knock-weather.html' title='It&apos;s Raining, It&apos;s Pouring...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15102324983194701922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mail.google.com/mail/?attid=0.3&amp;disp=emb&amp;view=att&amp;th=10e9c7ea860afe4d'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RbVzXT8WO4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/bFzm6hO7JN4/s72-c/rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36616468.post-7888658967045350293</id><published>2007-01-19T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T00:19:10.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RbHMBN-u3VI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Yq2oOOtWZlQ/s1600-h/Time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022019380799528274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RbHMBN-u3VI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Yq2oOOtWZlQ/s400/Time.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;....TICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TOCK....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;....TICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TOCK....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;....TICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TOCK....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's time"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...is the title for this post, and well..  Time meant in a few different ways..  in my last post I mentioned that time was going on without me.. and it's time for a couple of other things too, one is clear.. time for a new post. And number two, well.. I think it's time that I &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; be such an open book all the time. I have always been a really open and honest person, anything people wanted to know, I'd tell them.. or even if they didn't want to know, my mouth flew open! But you know.. it hasn't really gotten me anywhere.  People just form opinions and judgments, even people who say they don't, DO! ...And then they don't want to deal with you anymore.. which is perfectly understandable...  I mean, most people who know me, know everything I've done or not done and how I react to everything..  It needs to end because people assume things ..  too often, MUCH too often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36616468-7888658967045350293?l=yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/feeds/7888658967045350293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36616468&amp;postID=7888658967045350293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/7888658967045350293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/7888658967045350293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-time.html' title='It&apos;s Time'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15102324983194701922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mail.google.com/mail/?attid=0.3&amp;disp=emb&amp;view=att&amp;th=10e9c7ea860afe4d'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RbHMBN-u3VI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Yq2oOOtWZlQ/s72-c/Time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36616468.post-2052789250041203171</id><published>2007-01-16T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T14:25:57.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Left in the dust...+ Rant 1 &amp; 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/Ra0wqd-u3TI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0G5NCCYCYmY/s1600-h/Left+in+the+dust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020722665748356402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/Ra0wqd-u3TI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0G5NCCYCYmY/s400/Left+in+the+dust.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One thing that I've always known, and thought I payed attention to was the saying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Life goes on, with or without you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And well.. it's starting to hit home, that life &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; going on.. and it's going on &lt;em&gt;without&lt;/em&gt; me. I mean, I always made excuses for myself for not doing the things I &lt;em&gt;"should" &lt;/em&gt;be doing.. and some are legitimate ..but basically I screwed up and did absolutely nothing for 5 years, and wether my reasoning is legitimate or not, that's what happened, and now I feel as though I'm being left behind. Well.. I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; being left behind. I'm not even close to where I should be. I want to be.. but I'm not. I should be graduating this year, getting into college, getting a job..but I'm not. And why not? Because I screwed up! I know that, everyone else knows that, it's just so overwhelming to try and get back on track.. I "tried" before, but even &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; don't think I tried that hard, because if I did, I probably would have succeeded. What I don't understand is why things are so easy for other people, and not for me. I'm a smart girl... I understand things. Math for example, I've always gotten good grades in math.. but now I don't get any of it because I haven't done it in so long...I mean, I've been "enrolled" in math every day for the last 5 years, summers included, but I haven't actually&lt;em&gt; done&lt;/em&gt; any of it. Which makes me see even more, just how much time I wasted!! Everyone told me that this would happen.. but did I listen.. kind of. I thought I did at the time.. but apparently I didn't. But that seems to be a pattern with me.. I make mistakes, and don't realize I'm making them at the time.. then it blows up in my face. A close friend of mind uses a pretty interesting analogy. Baking. I love to bake cookies...but I burn them ALL THE TIME! ..And well.. sometimes..I even burn the house down.. the house seems to be burning down an awful lot lately. And to be honest.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M GONNA GO CRAZY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020752421281783106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/Ra1Lud-u3UI/AAAAAAAAAFc/k-mwgVIGx5o/s400/corrupted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have a bit of a rant as well.. as if that ^up there wasn't kind of in the rant category... But there's something that's really bothering me, and I'd like your opinion on wether it's really a big deal or if I'm overreacting.. Now, this thing that's bothering me, is a song. Yes, a song. It's called "Smack That" by Akon. Soooo many people love the song, and yeah, it's got a cool addicting beat if that's the type of music you're into, but the words are horribly offensive!.. I mean, I'm not gonna go off about how "men view women as sex objects" ..because women are just as bad for viewing men that way too! But, do we &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; need to grind it into our brains through ipods and mp3 players? I mean, the words of this song say things like.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"And possibly bend you over,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Look back and watch me smack that, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;all on the floor, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;smack that, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;give me some more, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;smack that, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;'till you get sore."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;..And that's not even the half of it!!(It gets worse..) That's just the chorus! (If you can call &lt;em&gt;THAT&lt;/em&gt; a chorus!) And as for the video.. it shows Akon("Konvict") in a jail cell..he makes a deal and gets a 24hr release, and the rest of the video(which is ALL OVER television and internet for anyone of any age to see!) is full of &lt;em&gt;strippers&lt;/em&gt;!(By the way, I know this because friends of mine, and my sister, love this song..it's even my sister's ringtone!) Where do we draw the line? People argue and say it's just times changing, but if that's the case, what's our world gonna be like in 30 or 40 years? Is it just gonna be one big orgy or something? (..my baby sister, who's only eight, SINGS ALONG TO THIS!! ..Personally I think that's disgusting, but I'm not her parent..) Well anyways, I think that's about all I have time to say today. See ya!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Or not!!  This is the 3rd time I've come back to this post, adding stuff!!  Maybe I'm just..  angry today.. I don't feel angry, I'm just...  opinionated!  Yes!  Opinionated!  That's the word!  I was just listening to music on my TV..digital cable is a wonderful thing.  But they were playing a song by Panic at the Disco..  and one of the lines was "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the God damn door, no!"  Well..guess what word they chose to beep out!?  The song said..  "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the *** damn door, no!"  Are you kidding!?  Since when is GOD a bad word?  Isn't it usually the FOUR letter words that are beeped out?  ARGH!  Again, I repeat!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M GONNA GO CRAZY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36616468-2052789250041203171?l=yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/feeds/2052789250041203171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36616468&amp;postID=2052789250041203171' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/2052789250041203171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/2052789250041203171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/2007/01/left-in-dust.html' title='Left in the dust...+ Rant 1 &amp; 2'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15102324983194701922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mail.google.com/mail/?attid=0.3&amp;disp=emb&amp;view=att&amp;th=10e9c7ea860afe4d'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/Ra0wqd-u3TI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0G5NCCYCYmY/s72-c/Left+in+the+dust.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36616468.post-3913571869011862166</id><published>2007-01-12T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T21:18:47.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RahqEt-u3SI/AAAAAAAAAFE/vuqr1GDpSSk/s1600-h/chipmunkcheeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019378413999152418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" height="226" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RahqEt-u3SI/AAAAAAAAAFE/vuqr1GDpSSk/s400/chipmunkcheeks.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello everybody! This morning I had to get some minor surgery on my mouth..wisdom teeth rock, don't they? Mine were doing weirdo things so I had to get all 4 surgically removed, they weren't up yet, and they were still kind of at my jawbone.... I was in surgery for about an hour and a half ..and when I woke up, it didn't hurt &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; bad.. but I couldn't talk worth crap! My entire face was completely numb.. it was the weirdest feeling in the world! I'm I guess "sensitive" to oranges, they give me bad heartburn and sores in my mouth, and I didn't really think to tell the surgeon this, and when I was "comming to" she gave me orange juice to give me a bit of a sugar boost to help with the waking up process.. I tried to tell her no, but as I said before, I couldn't talk worth crap, let alone think..drugs are interesting.... So now that I'm home I'm on three different perscription pain meds, and an antibiotic.. which I have to take on a strict schedule(middle of the night and all...)I have to take stuff every 3 and 4 hours..all of which I've been strictly instructed to eat pudding or yogurt with(those 2 foods along with apple juice are me complete diet for the next little while..) Good thing I have a mom who will get up in the middle of the night to feed and drug me!  Oh!  You might find this one kind of funny; When I got home I had to eat pudding immediately and take meds, my face was completely numb so I couldn't tell where to put the food, I tried in the mirror, but guess what! -Mirrors are backwards..and I was on quite the drugs..so for the first two rounds of drug-taking, my mommy had to feed me, the whole scraping my chin with the spoon and all.. wow, what I cool thing to put on a blog for the entire internet world to see..oh well.  My dad would like to take pictures because I look funny..chipmunk cheeks and all.. personally I think I just look like I've gained about 100 pounds lol...but that's my dad for ya!  But anyways, I think I'm gonna go back to bed.  Talk to you later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36616468-3913571869011862166?l=yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/feeds/3913571869011862166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36616468&amp;postID=3913571869011862166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/3913571869011862166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/3913571869011862166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/2007/01/ouch.html' title='Ouch!!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15102324983194701922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mail.google.com/mail/?attid=0.3&amp;disp=emb&amp;view=att&amp;th=10e9c7ea860afe4d'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RahqEt-u3SI/AAAAAAAAAFE/vuqr1GDpSSk/s72-c/chipmunkcheeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36616468.post-4341973715181614296</id><published>2007-01-09T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T23:53:49.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some of the pictures from my trip to Mission this past weekend...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For those of you who are bugging me to see a picture of Jesse, here he is;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RaSXJt-u3KI/AAAAAAAAADk/HELL6fGAAPE/s1600-h/JessicaandJesse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018302078014905506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RaSXJt-u3KI/AAAAAAAAADk/HELL6fGAAPE/s320/JessicaandJesse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazzelle(Jesse's younger sister) and I... Yes. She IS as crazy as she looks! Gotta love her!;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RaSXJ9-u3LI/AAAAAAAAADs/3NwT1hblvrc/s1600-h/JessandJazzelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018302082309872818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RaSXJ9-u3LI/AAAAAAAAADs/3NwT1hblvrc/s320/JessandJazzelle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is Joel, Jesse's little brother. ;) I think he's the cute one!!;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018303181821500658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RaSYJ9-u3PI/AAAAAAAAAEM/I_NFIIPHYyw/s320/JessicaandJoel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is Johnny..Jesse's other younger brother. Apparently &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; the most photogenic of us all..;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RaSXKN-u3MI/AAAAAAAAAD0/tq-m7thNMIM/s1600-h/JessandJohnny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018302086604840130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RaSXKN-u3MI/AAAAAAAAAD0/tq-m7thNMIM/s320/JessandJohnny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our escapades of meeting up with Lexie and Kenny at the mall..;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RaSXKN-u3NI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5I1M0MyLOBo/s1600-h/JessandJess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018302086604840146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RaSXKN-u3NI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5I1M0MyLOBo/s320/JessandJess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We didn't get much shopping done... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gotta love the leather couches in the middle of the mall!;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018303181821500674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RaSYJ9-u3QI/AAAAAAAAAEU/HEGFvo7zECg/s320/LexieandKenny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;...Jesse did however, buy a bright yellow spatula!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling Lexie and I.. I haven't seen her since I went to camp two summers ago;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RaSXKd-u3OI/AAAAAAAAAEE/rTyapky4B1Q/s1600-h/JessandLexie.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018302090899807458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RaSXKd-u3OI/AAAAAAAAAEE/rTyapky4B1Q/s320/JessandLexie.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Tina, I got to see her while I was over there too,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this lovely girl I only see once every ..oh..four years? But have known since...birth?;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018303186116467986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RaSYKN-u3RI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Q__WwXueBlY/s320/JessandTina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay, well that's the end of my picture post! See you later!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36616468-4341973715181614296?l=yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/feeds/4341973715181614296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36616468&amp;postID=4341973715181614296' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/4341973715181614296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/4341973715181614296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/2007/01/pictures.html' title='Pictures!!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15102324983194701922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mail.google.com/mail/?attid=0.3&amp;disp=emb&amp;view=att&amp;th=10e9c7ea860afe4d'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RaSXJt-u3KI/AAAAAAAAADk/HELL6fGAAPE/s72-c/JessicaandJesse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36616468.post-3110833288244370467</id><published>2007-01-07T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T12:13:54.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not dead?  What?</title><content type='html'>Well... Just so you all know... I had the most &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;amazing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; weekend last weekend! I went to Mission to meet Jesse's parents and siblings.  I stayed with them for two nights.  After being friends with him for 2 years and never meeting his family, I figured it was time... I love them! ..Especially his little brother!  He's absolutely adorable! The entire weekend he proved to me over and over again that chivalry &lt;em&gt;may&lt;/em&gt; not be &lt;em&gt;completely&lt;/em&gt; dead, and &lt;strong&gt;hope still remains&lt;/strong&gt;!  On the Saturday night he invited all his friends over for a poker party so that I could meet everyone..well..I also learned how to play poker, and ..well...let's just hope I &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; make it to Vegas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36616468-3110833288244370467?l=yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/feeds/3110833288244370467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36616468&amp;postID=3110833288244370467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/3110833288244370467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/3110833288244370467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/2007/01/not-dead-what.html' title='Not dead?  What?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15102324983194701922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mail.google.com/mail/?attid=0.3&amp;disp=emb&amp;view=att&amp;th=10e9c7ea860afe4d'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36616468.post-8334679183172415625</id><published>2007-01-02T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T22:41:58.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions - Fact or Fiction?</title><content type='html'>I know it's been not too long since my last post...acctually, it hasn't even been a full 24 hours, but I seem to have this sudden urge to be outspoken, and what better a way than the internet!? It's the start of a new year... Do I have any resolutions? Well..no. I have things that I try to do better, or want to start doing, but to me, it doesn't have to be the start of a new year for me to do them. There's things I decide to do all the time.. I guess making a "new years resolution" is just motivation. False motivation if you ask me, but motivation none the less.  And the motivation doesn't even work!!  Nobody sticks to new years resolutions!  Come on...I mean, really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took a little break from typing as my sister needed use of the computer, so now I think it &lt;em&gt;has&lt;/em&gt; acctually been 24 hours since my last post..not that it really matters, I guess that was just filler, but filler is boring, so I'll stop filling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm done filling I'm not so sure I have much else to say.. I do have some questions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RZtPDSlKc3I/AAAAAAAAADY/k3CbOy7Qqxc/s1600-h/question+mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015689527953093490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RZtPDSlKc3I/AAAAAAAAADY/k3CbOy7Qqxc/s400/question+mark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What are your opinions on new years resolutions? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you have any?, If so, what are they? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While we're at it.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ape juice"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do any of you know what that might be?? I made up the thing...and I just want to hear what some of you think it might acctually be.. So, leave me a comment and let me know your guess!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36616468-8334679183172415625?l=yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/feeds/8334679183172415625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36616468&amp;postID=8334679183172415625' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/8334679183172415625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/8334679183172415625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-know-its-been-not-too-long-since-my.html' title='Resolutions - Fact or Fiction?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15102324983194701922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mail.google.com/mail/?attid=0.3&amp;disp=emb&amp;view=att&amp;th=10e9c7ea860afe4d'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RZtPDSlKc3I/AAAAAAAAADY/k3CbOy7Qqxc/s72-c/question+mark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36616468.post-1284510002925339381</id><published>2007-01-01T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T22:58:48.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heppy New Year??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RZoCbilKc2I/AAAAAAAAADM/yICjbkFnv9s/s1600-h/Question_Mark2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015323807192871778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RZoCbilKc2I/AAAAAAAAADM/yICjbkFnv9s/s400/Question_Mark2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so do any of you ever find that some of the things we say are so incredibly empty? Such as "Hey, how are you?" or "How's it goin'?" Well... What about "Merry Christmas" or Happy New Year!" Do we really mean what we say? Are you even aware of what you're saying? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas - Okay, pretty simple, we want people to have a good Christmas... right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year - Umm..is that a happy new year's eve? Or you want them to be happy for the entire year?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But how many of you have asked someone how they are, and expected them to say good, and if they don't, you're saying "oh gosh, what did I get myself into...?" Or asked someone and not really even realised you even asked them!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I'm typing this, I'm thinking I've already said something similar in a previous post, or someone else has.. but... crap happens.. you'll just have to read it twice. So there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36616468-1284510002925339381?l=yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/feeds/1284510002925339381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36616468&amp;postID=1284510002925339381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/1284510002925339381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/1284510002925339381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/2007/01/heppy-new-year.html' title='Heppy New Year??'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15102324983194701922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mail.google.com/mail/?attid=0.3&amp;disp=emb&amp;view=att&amp;th=10e9c7ea860afe4d'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RZoCbilKc2I/AAAAAAAAADM/yICjbkFnv9s/s72-c/Question_Mark2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36616468.post-3821024197587224333</id><published>2006-12-24T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T21:31:50.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RY9h4b-8F4I/AAAAAAAAADA/LuQ7e0jl1OI/s1600-h/cutie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012332532498962306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RY9h4b-8F4I/AAAAAAAAADA/LuQ7e0jl1OI/s400/cutie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36616468-3821024197587224333?l=yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/feeds/3821024197587224333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36616468&amp;postID=3821024197587224333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/3821024197587224333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/3821024197587224333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15102324983194701922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mail.google.com/mail/?attid=0.3&amp;disp=emb&amp;view=att&amp;th=10e9c7ea860afe4d'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RY9h4b-8F4I/AAAAAAAAADA/LuQ7e0jl1OI/s72-c/cutie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36616468.post-2438187218643724083</id><published>2006-12-20T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T20:13:07.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love only at Christmas time?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RYoI-L-8F3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/aPbkRy6KzmA/s1600-h/Christmas+shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010827399864784754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RYoI-L-8F3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/aPbkRy6KzmA/s400/Christmas+shoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"It was almost&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;time, there I stood in another line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tryin' to buy that last gift or two, not really in the Christmas mood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Standing right in front of me was a little boy waiting anxiously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pacing 'round like little boys do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And in his hands he held a pair of shoes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;His clothes were worn and old, he was dirty from head to toe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And when it came his time to pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I couldn't believe what I heard him say; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sir, I want to buy these shoes for my Mama, please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's Christmas Eve and these shoes are just her size&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Could you hurry, sir, Daddy says there's not much time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You see she's been sick for quite a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I know these shoes would make her smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I want her to look beautiful if Mama meets Jesus tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;He counted pennies for what seemed like years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then the cashier said, "Son, there's not enough here"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;He searched his pockets frantically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then he turned and he looked at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;He said Mama made Christmas good at our house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Though most years she just did without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tell me Sir, what am I going to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Somehow I've got to buy her these Christmas shoes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So I laid the money down, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just had to help him out I'll never forget the look on his face when he said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mama's gonna look so great &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I knew I'd caught a glimpse of heaven's love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;As he thanked me and ran out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I knew that God had sent that little boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;To remind me just what Christmas is all about."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alright, so we don't all have touching little stories such as this to remind us what C&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;m&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;s is all about... But I'll tell you for certain, it has &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt; to do with candy canes&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(I have nothing against them though, they're amazing!)&lt;/span&gt;, or Santa Claus... It's the day our savior was born! And I beleive with all my heart, that if Jesus were here on earth, for his birthday gift, he would want us to share &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;His&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; love. So that's exactly what I'm going to do this Christmas season, share Christ's love with as many people as I can! ..And guess what! I just had a major epiphany! He wants it all year 'round!&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(What am I talking about epiphany..?? I already knew that...)&lt;/span&gt; ..And since I'm living for Jesus... That's just it, exactly what I'm going to do. Share &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; love as much as possible all year 'round! ...So my &lt;em&gt;challenge&lt;/em&gt;, if you choose to accept, is to do the same. Try your very best to not be greedy, or worship objects...as hard as it is, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;h&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; presents are soooo super awsome!!... but worship &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; instead, and do it by sharing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;His&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;love!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey by the way... Santa Claus.. Did you ever think that &lt;em&gt;maybe&lt;/em&gt; he was created to mimic Jesus? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Giving of himself to strangers? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Doing the impossible..(flying) ..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Knowing wether you've been bad or good without physically seeing you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Knowing what you want for&lt;/span&gt; C&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;m&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;s &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;without you having to tell him?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maybe he was created to mimic Jesus so that people..once a year..could physically see him?? ..Just a thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36616468-2438187218643724083?l=yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/feeds/2438187218643724083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36616468&amp;postID=2438187218643724083' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/2438187218643724083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/2438187218643724083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/2006/12/love-only-at-christmas-time.html' title='Love only at Christmas time?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15102324983194701922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mail.google.com/mail/?attid=0.3&amp;disp=emb&amp;view=att&amp;th=10e9c7ea860afe4d'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RYoI-L-8F3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/aPbkRy6KzmA/s72-c/Christmas+shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36616468.post-5145398957019929223</id><published>2006-12-19T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T19:06:51.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Back My Brave!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RYhrzr-8F2I/AAAAAAAAACo/JhPKUySb2QY/s1600-h/Clouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010373121173886818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RYhrzr-8F2I/AAAAAAAAACo/JhPKUySb2QY/s400/Clouds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"*I'm taking back my brave!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I kinda lost it for a while, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had to force myself to smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I quit going that extra mile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Abandoned my belief. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I spent hours on the phone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Crawlin' back to my comfort zone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then I woke up one day; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And said I've gotta go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even though it's not like me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause I like a challenge and I like to fly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not always perfect, and I'm not always right."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Taken from a song by Carolyn Dawn Johnson and altered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm gonna take back &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; brave!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36616468-5145398957019929223?l=yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/feeds/5145398957019929223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36616468&amp;postID=5145398957019929223' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/5145398957019929223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/5145398957019929223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-taking-back-my-brave-i-kinda-lost-it.html' title='Taking Back My Brave!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15102324983194701922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mail.google.com/mail/?attid=0.3&amp;disp=emb&amp;view=att&amp;th=10e9c7ea860afe4d'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RYhrzr-8F2I/AAAAAAAAACo/JhPKUySb2QY/s72-c/Clouds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36616468.post-9165765703015279486</id><published>2006-12-18T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T14:45:50.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing About The Past...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's been a while since my last post, I suppose, if you consider 8 days a long time.... But either way, I guess it's time for a new one! So, this post is going to be all about feedback. Just because I love it! ..Well, not exactly, I'm just curious as to what you have to say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to guilt, is it just a useless emotion? I mean, there's not really anything you can do about the past, right? What's done is done, and all the wishing and hoping and praying in the world is not going to change that, so is there any use in worrying about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Never waste another day wonderin' what you threw away"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;...I suppose I could try that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, sometimes life seems a little bit impossible... like I'm trying to built this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010001447588992850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RYcZxb-8F1I/AAAAAAAAACc/66TptZ7Qk1c/s320/Impossible.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hmm...care to try it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36616468-9165765703015279486?l=yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/feeds/9165765703015279486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36616468&amp;postID=9165765703015279486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/9165765703015279486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/9165765703015279486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/2006/12/wishing-about-past.html' title='Wishing About The Past...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15102324983194701922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mail.google.com/mail/?attid=0.3&amp;disp=emb&amp;view=att&amp;th=10e9c7ea860afe4d'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RYcZxb-8F1I/AAAAAAAAACc/66TptZ7Qk1c/s72-c/Impossible.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36616468.post-3951532193373796692</id><published>2006-12-10T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T23:41:04.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Friendly" Competition?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RXzCfB7HKjI/AAAAAAAAACE/7NPkPYxAZas/s1600-h/Christmas+Lights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007090724077251122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" height="206" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RXzCfB7HKjI/AAAAAAAAACE/7NPkPYxAZas/s400/Christmas+Lights.jpg" width="155" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;So it's almost Christmas time now eh!? It's amazing! Lights everywhere! I'm a little disappointed in my own house however, we don't have as much as we usually do, but being the first year in this house I think we did alright. We blew a breaker when putting up the lights though.. It was kinda of funny because even thought my dad plugged all the lights in, the breaker didn't blow until my mom used the microwave.. therefor it's her fault..right? haha..right....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;So I had about a million things that I was going to talk about, and now I can't remember.. So.. I shall go do something else and come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*PAUSE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;Alright, I'm back and my topic for this post is going to bEeEeEeEeEe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007844544229933202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RX9wFI00AJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Xno3jb3GbWk/s320/cards.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*!*COMPETITION*!*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Is it good all the time? Should we limit competition? A quote that I've heard about a hundred times, that nobody seems to know where it came from is; "A little competition'll do you good." Will it really? Or do we just fool ourselves with egos? Of course, I think some is good...such as in games...erm..card games.. hehe, some of you(Sarah..Matt..) know what I'm talking about!! But really, where does it end? When does it get to be more than just friendly competition? Ever heard of those soccer moms/dads(or since we're Canadian(&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eh?&lt;/span&gt;)..Hockey moms/dads..) that freak out when their sons or daughters teams aren't the best, or don't win? Does that have anything to do with competition, or is that just underlying issues? I'm definately guilty of winning something, maybe more than once, and just getting super cocky about it..yes, ego trip..I have been known. Comments! ...Once again I say... LOVE 'EM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36616468-3951532193373796692?l=yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/feeds/3951532193373796692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36616468&amp;postID=3951532193373796692' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/3951532193373796692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/3951532193373796692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-its-almost-christmas-time-now-eh-its.html' title='&quot;Friendly&quot; Competition?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15102324983194701922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mail.google.com/mail/?attid=0.3&amp;disp=emb&amp;view=att&amp;th=10e9c7ea860afe4d'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RXzCfB7HKjI/AAAAAAAAACE/7NPkPYxAZas/s72-c/Christmas+Lights.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36616468.post-6523022655656026189</id><published>2006-12-07T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T23:40:29.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...Just Blabber?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RXkQoh7HKiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/NQxhWuSkDcs/s1600-h/on+and+on+and+on.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006050749286132258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RXkQoh7HKiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/NQxhWuSkDcs/s400/on+and+on+and+on.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This may end up being somewhat pointless... Maybe I'll decide not to publish this, who knows.. I'll tell you who doesn't know. Me. I have absolutely &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no clue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; what I'm about to talk about, I have so much in my brain right now, not one thing is going to come out. Well.. Let's try. Well, I've been reading many other blogs for the last...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whoa!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I just looked at the clock, I've been on this freaking computer for over an hour already!! Well.. At least I'm reading, ...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;right?&lt;/span&gt; Anyhow. I've realized how good some of you are at blogging! &lt;em&gt;It's amazing&lt;/em&gt;. I really liked one that I just read, it was about empty "how are yous." I guess that one really got to me because that's something that's always bothered me, and what bothers me even more than someone saying "How are you?" and not meaning it, is me asking someone else how they are and having them say fine, and lie about it. If you're doing crappy and someone asks how you are. Say you're crappy!! .. Yes I understand sometimes we don't want to discuss what's going on, but you don't have to, just say, "not so good, but I'll be fine" or something along those lines..yes?? Opinions!! - That would be what the comment function is for, right? And a tip? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't ask if you don't want to know!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (And that goes for more things that just how are yous!) But, not that I've completely stolen someone else's rant, let's keep moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Now that I'm trying to move on, nothing's comming to me. I don't have a whole lot of my own thoughts today that are worth blogging about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family... They're a pretty &lt;em&gt;wonderful&lt;/em&gt; thing right? Or maybe they're &lt;em&gt;completely horrible&lt;/em&gt;!! Like the time when I was really little, well, not just one time, but many... My lovely cousin Nate decided he would tell me he was a ghost or demon posessed and chase me around the house, and lock me in the cold cupboard&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..(In case you don't know what that is, it's a cold, damp, dark closet-ish, almost room but really tiny, like a cellar I guess.)&lt;/span&gt; It's not a pleasant thing to be locked in! Since I was 6, I wouldn't go in there...I've since moved out of that house, but up until I was about 15, I wouldn't set foot in there for fear of being locked in!! Got any family horror stories?? Feel like sharing!? Hope so!! See you guys soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36616468-6523022655656026189?l=yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/feeds/6523022655656026189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36616468&amp;postID=6523022655656026189' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/6523022655656026189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/6523022655656026189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-may-end-up-being-somewhat.html' title='Hmm...Just Blabber?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15102324983194701922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mail.google.com/mail/?attid=0.3&amp;disp=emb&amp;view=att&amp;th=10e9c7ea860afe4d'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RXkQoh7HKiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/NQxhWuSkDcs/s72-c/on+and+on+and+on.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36616468.post-183768106928943809</id><published>2006-12-04T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T23:41:40.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So...Creativity... It's a wonderful thing isn't it? Well... Just recently my wonderful friend Sarah and I decided to get super creative...WITH SNOW! ...Since she couldn't go outside... We brought the snow inside! ..Strange, I know! What did we do with it??...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ready for it?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;SNOW SLUSHIES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah we did!! ...See for yourself! ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Glasses of snow... &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RXSq8rsaIKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/i6q5ThZyFV4/s1600-h/SarahSlushies1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004813045413322914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RXSq8rsaIKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/i6q5ThZyFV4/s400/SarahSlushies1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RXSq9bsaILI/AAAAAAAAAAs/XQdVBhaeyT4/s1600-h/SarahSlushies4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004813058298224818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RXSq9bsaILI/AAAAAAAAAAs/XQdVBhaeyT4/s400/SarahSlushies4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...Coke INTO the snow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RXSq-LsaIMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rGG6xqEMAZ8/s1600-h/SarahSlushies6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004813071183126722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RXSq-LsaIMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rGG6xqEMAZ8/s400/SarahSlushies6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yummy snow slushies!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well...These slushies pretty much rocked...however, we did try something else first... You know that maple candy? Well.. ..we tried it.. I won't show all the pictures of that one.. but the tasting looked kind of interesting. See for yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004817460639703266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RXSu9rsaIOI/AAAAAAAAABE/Lh3s6vjVPIw/s400/Sarah3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I had to try it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004817452049768658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RXSu9LsaINI/AAAAAAAAAA8/1j82BvxVAFg/s400/Sarah2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Okay, little missy, you have to try it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004817473524605170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RXSu-bsaIPI/AAAAAAAAABM/0wTZHTCMd6U/s400/Sarah4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Okay..Not so much... It was pretty nasty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways.. That was our snow fun. ..It really was fun! You're awsome Sarah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36616468-183768106928943809?l=yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/feeds/183768106928943809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36616468&amp;postID=183768106928943809' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/183768106928943809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/183768106928943809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/2006/12/so.html' title='Yummy?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15102324983194701922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mail.google.com/mail/?attid=0.3&amp;disp=emb&amp;view=att&amp;th=10e9c7ea860afe4d'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FODyDx8Z74I/RXSq8rsaIKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/i6q5ThZyFV4/s72-c/SarahSlushies1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36616468.post-2834557513663565172</id><published>2006-11-30T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T23:42:36.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices? ..What?  ..More Choices?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6420/4469/1600/43992/snowflake2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6420/4469/200/541000/snowflake2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Well thanks to those of you who left comments on my last post, that was super!! As someone said, "Follow truth and you won't go wrong. It may hurt sometimes but in the end it is the best."-Guess what! You're quotable!! And right. It did hurt, but it was for the best.. I didn't really let it go right away, and that proved to me that it really was for the best. But as of now life is good, I'm pretty well healthy..for ONCE in my life!! It's amazing!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This snow, however.. &lt;strong&gt;Not&lt;/strong&gt; so amazing anymore.. I love snow, and it was awsome when it got here...I loved the whole "snow day" idea...but it's getting old. Let's get back to good old west coast rain shall we?(This cold is NOT doing nice things to my hair!! lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6420/4469/1600/551002/Snowflake.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" height="72" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6420/4469/200/738870/Snowflake.png" width="77" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So many of you have been telling me in the last little while,(or some of you, a long while..)to follow what God is showing me to do. Well.. I've realized.. with someone special's help, that yes, I am incredibly stubborn, and make stupid mistakes over and over again, but it's because I &lt;strong&gt;CHOOSE&lt;/strong&gt; to be stubborn, and I &lt;strong&gt;CHOOSE&lt;/strong&gt; to make these mistakes, then I blame it on stubbornness, because I don't take the responsibility for my actions..because it's tough to realize that you've done something incredibly stupid(maybe more than once), and say; I just wanted to. You know? I guess, yeah, blaming my mistakes on a human characteristic works&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;wonders...but in reality,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT WON'T WORK!&lt;/strong&gt; We.. (yeah, not just me, you too!) ..Need to make better choices!! What a concept!! -CHOICES!..I've just kind of realized..we have them!! Yahoo..this is awsome!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So.. I'm pretty well done.. But I've decided to give a special mention; Werner! Your working my "word of the day" into your comments? Incredibly cool!! As for today's?? ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Todays' Word is....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hyperborean&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[hahy-per-bawr-ee-uhn, -bohr-, -buh-ree-]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Classical Mythology. one of a people supposed to live in a land of perpetual sunshine and abundance beyond the north wind.&lt;br /&gt;2. An inhabitant of an extreme northern region. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..I could handle living in a land of perpetual sunshine right about now :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36616468-2834557513663565172?l=yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/feeds/2834557513663565172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36616468&amp;postID=2834557513663565172' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/2834557513663565172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/2834557513663565172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/2006/11/well-thanks-to-those-of-you-who-left.html' title='Choices? ..What?  ..More Choices?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15102324983194701922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mail.google.com/mail/?attid=0.3&amp;disp=emb&amp;view=att&amp;th=10e9c7ea860afe4d'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36616468.post-5841089159622699446</id><published>2006-11-18T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T23:43:57.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappearing Act? ...not so cool...</title><content type='html'>Alright, it's been a while since my last post, and not to make excuses or anything, but I &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; acctually come on and write up some stuff...clicked on the button to publish...and it &lt;em&gt;DISAPPEARED&lt;strong&gt;!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; -Let me tell you - I was &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; a happy girl! So here I am...back...typing, and let's hope the site &lt;em&gt;doesn't&lt;/em&gt; crap out on me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So I'm in a bit of a tough situation right now. I don't exactly what to do...but when do I ever know what to do? I don't know wether to follow my head or my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;...they're both telling me complete opposites...or so I thought. Now my head is leaning a little towards my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;'s decision...but is that because I want it to? Hhmmm.... I know what the "smart" thing to do would be.. But do I&lt;strong&gt; always&lt;/strong&gt; need to do the smart thing? I mean, I'm not saying I &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; do anything stupid..I do &lt;strong&gt;plenty&lt;/strong&gt; of stupid things, but for the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; decisions, I usually stick to the safe, or smart thing. Time to change that? Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6420/4469/1600/559249/shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6420/4469/200/687416/shoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lately I've become pretty materialistic...as we all are - don't try and tell me you're not materialistic..come on, live without your cell phone? or even home phone? &lt;em&gt;Computer&lt;/em&gt;!? I mean honestly...who needs like 15 pairs of shoes...and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;STILL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wants more!?&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(*erm**Not talking about myself**erm*) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow... I think that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I SHALL RETURN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TODAY'S WORD: dematerialize [dee-muh-teer-ee-uh-lahyz]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To deprive of or lose apparent physical substance; make or become immaterial: Mirrors have the effect of dematerializing a wall. The dry ice seemed to dematerialize as it sublimated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36616468-5841089159622699446?l=yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/feeds/5841089159622699446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36616468&amp;postID=5841089159622699446' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/5841089159622699446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/5841089159622699446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/2006/11/alright-its-been-while-since-my-last.html' title='Disappearing Act? ...not so cool...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15102324983194701922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mail.google.com/mail/?attid=0.3&amp;disp=emb&amp;view=att&amp;th=10e9c7ea860afe4d'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36616468.post-116301457983829422</id><published>2006-11-08T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T23:44:44.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bit of Nothingness-ish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Alright, well it seemed like it was time for a new post! However, there's not a whole lot new with me right now, I haven't left my house...or my bed/couch for that matter, in quite a while!-Well other than to come to the computer the odd time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/4095/1600/CSI.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" height="126" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/4095/200/CSI.jpg" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So...since I've been sick, I've been watching a lot of TV...so I'd like to know...what is your favorite TV show?? (Yes, I want everyone's answer via comment!!) Mine? Well most of you know, I'm pretty well obsessed with CSI!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/4095/1600/camera.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 89px" height="108" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/4095/200/camera.0.jpg" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thanks to all of you who have sent me pictures for Sarah. They're all going in a collage so she can see that we're thinking about her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today's Word:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Solace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(sol-is)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1.comfort in sorrow, misfortune, or trouble; alleviation of distress or discomfort.&lt;br /&gt;2.something that gives comfort, consolation, or relief: The minister's visit was the dying man's only solace. –verb (used with object)&lt;br /&gt;3.to comfort, console, or cheer (a person, oneself, the heart, etc.).&lt;br /&gt;4.to alleviate or relieve (sorrow, distress, etc.).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36616468-116301457983829422?l=yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/feeds/116301457983829422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36616468&amp;postID=116301457983829422' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/116301457983829422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/116301457983829422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/2006/11/alright-well-it-seemed-like-it-was.html' title='A Bit of Nothingness-ish...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15102324983194701922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mail.google.com/mail/?attid=0.3&amp;disp=emb&amp;view=att&amp;th=10e9c7ea860afe4d'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36616468.post-116269112343631834</id><published>2006-11-04T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T23:45:14.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Complaint? What!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/4095/1600/bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/4095/320/bear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I got my first complaint! ...&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"It's been the same for too long."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ...Subtle hint to add a post? Okay, here goes...My immune system seems to be in hibernation lately.&lt;- I wonder if I spelled that right...but today, I don't really care. Anyways, back to the origional statement...hibernations...I'd like to go into one...sleep for a whole freaking season!? That would be amazing!! Could you imagine? Think of all the dreaming you could do...but then again you'd probably be a little disapointed that you missed out on a good chunk of the year. Maybe I don't want to hibernate...at least not for as long as bears do. Sometimes I think it would be nice just to go to sleep for a really long time, then when I wake up everything will be peachy. ....Unfortunately that won't happen because I've tried that theory. Not exactly sleeping for a long time...just staying away from everything and everyone...nothing goes away...it stays, and people don't forget very easily. As for my immune system trying it out? &lt;strong&gt;AAAAARRGGHH!!&lt;/strong&gt; Seriously! ...There's always &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; wrong with me lately...Maybe sicknesses should go into hibernation!! Yes...like...FOREVER!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY'S WORD:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;torpidity &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[tawr-pid]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. inactive or sluggish.&lt;br /&gt;2. slow; dull; apathetic; lethargic.&lt;br /&gt;3.dormant, as a hibernating or estivating animal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36616468-116269112343631834?l=yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/feeds/116269112343631834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36616468&amp;postID=116269112343631834' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/116269112343631834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/116269112343631834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/2006/11/okay-so-i-got-my-first-complaint.html' title='First Complaint? What!?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15102324983194701922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mail.google.com/mail/?attid=0.3&amp;disp=emb&amp;view=att&amp;th=10e9c7ea860afe4d'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36616468.post-116242172301253703</id><published>2006-11-01T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T23:46:02.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Already Tomorrow!!</title><content type='html'>So it's November 1st! Hope everyone's &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/4095/1600/bat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 57px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 37px" height="62" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/4095/320/bat.jpg" width="148" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Halloween rocked!! I love getting dressed up!! It's so much fun!! I never end up getting a costume until last minute though, so next year I've decided...at LEAST a week early I'm gonna have it all set!! No more last minute throw-togethers! Onto a completely different topic, I was just sitting here, thinking about what was going to come out of my fingers and onto the screen next, and my screensaver came on. It's just one of those normal ones, you know, with all the lines that just kinda move everywhere? It's kind of mesmerising. Oh! And back to Halloween! I've always had this fear of fireworks..not the ones that you go to at Sidney Days and stuff...not the big ones, but the type that people set off in their back yards. I've always been absolutely terrified. Last new years a guy I know decided to show me how to set a tiny little one off...and I just about lost it! But this year...oh yes, this year, I was hanging out with some friends and we set off big ones!! It was super fun!! ...Unfortunately the police didn't think they were so fun so we lost 'em, but whatever, it was fun while it lasted. Well...that's going to have to be all for now, sorry this was a little pointless...but there's not a whole lot for me to write about right now. See ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There won't be a word today, it will be a quote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It's already tomorrow in Australia."&lt;br /&gt;-Charles Schultz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36616468-116242172301253703?l=yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/feeds/116242172301253703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36616468&amp;postID=116242172301253703' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/116242172301253703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/116242172301253703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-its-november-1st-hope-everyones.html' title='It&apos;s Already Tomorrow!!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15102324983194701922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mail.google.com/mail/?attid=0.3&amp;disp=emb&amp;view=att&amp;th=10e9c7ea860afe4d'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36616468.post-116191472802704796</id><published>2006-10-26T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T23:46:56.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Computers?  The End or Beginning?</title><content type='html'>Well thanks for all you guys who have responded, that was super fast!! I definately doubt I'll write as much as a certain wonderful guy I know...But I'll try not to leave it for too long! So...how often do you think people should update a blog? Once a week? A couple of times a week? Every day?? Couple of times a day? I mean, I'm all for this thing, but when does it become too much of someone's everyday life? There's no possible way of getting away from computers these days, and I'm sure none of us would want to...but when is it too much? Do we really let it rule our lives?? ..Just something to think about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/4095/1600/wink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 65px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" height="111" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/4095/200/wink.jpg" width="65" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, and on that topic! What's this MSN thing? Is it easier for you to talk to someone over the internet than to acctually talk to them face to face? Or are you like me and like to talk to someone in person? I think even phones are a little better...then at least you can hear the person's tone of voice.... Take sarcasm for example. I'm sure you've all had some sort of misunderstanding because of sarcasm on MSN, or some other instant messaging service. I'm not gonna come right out and say that our society is doomed because we can't even talk to poeple face to face anymore...but again, just something to think about. Next time you have something to say to someone, are you gonna take the easy way out and send and e-mail or instant message...or txt message...or are you gonna take the time to talk to the person, give them a call and meet up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt; All our vocabularies could use some enhancment...so from now on, with every post there will be a new word to add! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TODAY'S WORD: convivial &lt;em&gt;[kuhn-viv-ee-uhl]&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What does it mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1.friendly; agreeable: a convivial atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;2.fond of feasting, drinking, and merry company; jovial.&lt;br /&gt;3.of or befitting a feast; festive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36616468-116191472802704796?l=yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/feeds/116191472802704796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36616468&amp;postID=116191472802704796' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/116191472802704796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/116191472802704796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/2006/10/well-thanks-for-all-you-guys-who-have.html' title='Computers?  The End or Beginning?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15102324983194701922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mail.google.com/mail/?attid=0.3&amp;disp=emb&amp;view=att&amp;th=10e9c7ea860afe4d'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36616468.post-116182044537687353</id><published>2006-10-25T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T23:47:41.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have No Fear!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/4095/1600/yellow%20streak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/4095/320/yellow%20streak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, so I think I was probably one of only a few people who didn’t have a blog, so I decided I’d start one. So let’s see how I do on this. I was thinking just how boring this might be for you to read, but well, you can stop reading at any time, so it doesn’t really matter, right? It’s not like I’m telling you that you have to sit there and read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess it's only fair to explain what "Yellow Streak of Aversion" means, and why I chose it. Well...yellow is my favorite colour, and "Yellow Streak" is a term used for being...scared, or cowardice, and "Aversion" means to strongly dislike. Now, that's something I've always really struggled with, being scared of people not liking me. And well...I figured it just kind of went well together...and besides, everyone else has some super-amazing names for their blogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just trying to figure this whole thing out. It's really not that hard, so I'll be back soon! And by the way, I have a feeling I'm gonna really love your comments! ...So leave them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36616468-116182044537687353?l=yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/feeds/116182044537687353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36616468&amp;postID=116182044537687353' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/116182044537687353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36616468/posts/default/116182044537687353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowstreakofaversion.blogspot.com/2006/10/okay-so-i-think-i-was-probably-one-of_25.html' title='Have No Fear!!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15102324983194701922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mail.google.com/mail/?attid=0.3&amp;disp=emb&amp;view=att&amp;th=10e9c7ea860afe4d'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
