<?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-38797041</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:16:13.634-07:00</updated><category term='Part 1.'/><category term='A New Friend'/><category term='DUN.'/><category term='You know you&apos;re from Abby when...'/><category term='Confessions of a Nose-blower'/><category term='Taken From Kimbo'/><category term='Mmm...Dunkaroos'/><category term='Myspace.'/><category term='My friends are coming :D'/><category term='Friend/Cousin/Family/Laugh/the-best-comedian'/><category term='For The Food Lovers'/><category term='A Help For My Struggles.'/><category term='A Near Death Experience'/><category term='Core Youth Ministries'/><category term='My birthday.'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day [L]'/><category term='\A Best Friend--Lyshaa\'/><category term='dun'/><category term='New Hair'/><title type='text'>Meeeee &lt;3</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-e-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38797041/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-e-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>-Laur-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08576407581248514587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38797041.post-912479039659772169</id><published>2007-06-10T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T18:33:26.697-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You know you&apos;re from Abby when...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You know you're from Abbotsford when...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Everything can be normal until you are infested with the deep scent of curry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. You find out Abbotsford has the worst property crime in the country... usually by experiencing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. You aren't sure whether marijuana is legal or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. You think that you've grown up in India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. Everyone in West Abbotsford knows how to swear in Punjabi and everyone in East Abbotsford knows how to swear in Korean. 씨발!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. You see a gas station on every corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. You see a church on every corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. You see a grow-op on every corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9. Five degrees is really cold and twenty is really hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10. Going to the only mall is really boring and stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;11. Rain is a part of daily life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;12. Berries are the best thing from Abbotsford.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;13. You live right outside the barrier of "Greater Vancouver"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;14. You live in the crappiest metropolitan area in the country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;15. Street names aren't numbers, but names of birds, mountains and everything that starts with "Mc/Mac"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;16. You don't think seven hockey arenas is enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;17. Your mayor is an octagenarian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;18. You know when the Diwali festival is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;19. You know when the Berry Festival is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;20. School is cancelled when there is only 10 centimeters of snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;21. You've grown accustomed to the smell of cow manure in the morning. *deep inhale* ahhhhhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;22. Going to Vancouver is a long day trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;23. You use the Trans-Canada highway to get around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;24. It takes 10 years to plan and build a hospital, and your council wants to complete all Plan A projects in just over a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;25. Someone asks you where you're from, and you answer, "Vancouver."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;26. You tell someone you're from Abbotsford and they ask, "Where?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;27. Bowling is the highlight of your day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;28. Blueridge is the hot nightspot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;29. You know what the "big orange bubble" is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;30. You know how to spell and pronounce "Trethewey"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;31. You know where Hedley came from and are ashamed of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;32. You don't need Playland, because we have the Agrifair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;33. You've noticed our 'water tower' is really a cheese tower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;34. You pretend to like everyone because you know that once you graduate, you're outta here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;35. You spend way too many nights hanging out in the 7-11 parking lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;36. You know what the 'mechanical vacuum gorillas' are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;37. You know that Wonderland is not a place in Ontario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;38. You sit on a bench which is actually a paint palette, farm machinery or a creepy guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;39. You've never been on public transit until you move to Vancouver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;40. You know that, despite what the sign says, the name of our club is Shitty Limits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;41. Tim Hortons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;42. You miss seeing the mountains after moving away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;43. You can't wait to move somewhere else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;44. The flea-market is a must-go-to-event on Sunday... after everyone goes to church of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;45. You have been part of the glory days partying up on Sandy Hill before there were houses there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;46. Castle Fun Park (Wonderland) is the "choice" site for drug deals and criminal activity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;47. The street chosen to host our biggest hotel development plan is known as "Hooker Ave"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;48. You see ten people that you know walking two blocks to a convenience store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;49. A "fair fight" consists of you eating the boots of 20 of the toughest people in existence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;50. You realize the automall is bigger than the actual mall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;51. You hate Chilliwack. I mean the Chillbillies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;52. You develop asthma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;53. You are the drainage center for all of Washington and Vancouver's pollution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;54. You get excited when 10 cm of snow is forecasted, since school might be cancelled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;55. Your school board is retarded because they made decisions about opening school before it has started snowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;56. Your city was the murder capital and bible belt of Canada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;57. You don't get excited about Christmas lights anymore because people keep them up all year round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;58. Selling crack is a rewarding and prosperous career.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;59. You can't help but notice the odd piece of clothing on your cab driver's head. If you ever take a cab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;60. Someone tell you what their religion is, you usually have to ask them to repeat themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;61. School lockdowns and school vandalism are no longer a reason to gossip. Days where nothing happens however...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;62. You've seen all the signs, yet you still have NO idea what "PLAN B" is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;63. You know that the 'Grand' cinema is not so grand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;64. The banning of firecrackers/fireworks only increases sales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;65. It takes moving to Ontario to appreciate Abbotsford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;66. Castle Fun Park will ALWAYS be Wonderland...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;67. You have two movie theaters in your town yet you still go to Mission or Langley to catch a flick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;68. Going into town means going into an actual town ie. Vancouver. Nobody even bothers to mention that they're going to Sevenoaks anymore, it sucks too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;69. You avoid driving down south fraser between 12:15 and 1:15 on a sunday afternoon because of the after church rush hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;70. You remember setting up lawn chairs in the backyard to watch the airshow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;71. You've tried Gravity Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;72. You have "picked berries as a child" on your resume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;73. You've Searched for Gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;74. the motor vehicle branch asks you if you need a translator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SO TRUE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38797041-912479039659772169?l=lauren-e-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-e-.blogspot.com/feeds/912479039659772169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38797041&amp;postID=912479039659772169' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38797041/posts/default/912479039659772169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38797041/posts/default/912479039659772169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-e-.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-know-youre-from-abbotsford-when.html' title=''/><author><name>-Laur-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08576407581248514587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38797041.post-5197653643486085600</id><published>2007-06-03T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T21:44:02.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My birthday.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/RmOXpxYVBOI/AAAAAAAAADg/A5sgtlGkpfw/s1600-h/my+14th+birthday+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072064349235119330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/RmOXpxYVBOI/AAAAAAAAADg/A5sgtlGkpfw/s320/my+14th+birthday+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; My hair, thanks Tennille, I loved it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/RmOW7hYVBNI/AAAAAAAAADY/7x8s521gQas/s1600-h/my+14th+birthday+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072063554666169554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/RmOW7hYVBNI/AAAAAAAAADY/7x8s521gQas/s320/my+14th+birthday+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;My birthday cake, Thanks kimbo &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/RmOWtRYVBMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hwG9YOUmYtg/s1600-h/my+14th+birthday+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072063309853033666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/RmOWtRYVBMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hwG9YOUmYtg/s320/my+14th+birthday+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Tackle duck-duck-goose, ohhh yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/RmOWhhYVBLI/AAAAAAAAADI/hSaQBLkiEAo/s1600-h/my+14th+birthday+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072063107989570738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/RmOWhhYVBLI/AAAAAAAAADI/hSaQBLkiEAo/s320/my+14th+birthday+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Me and Lysha, I love youuuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/RmOWMBYVBKI/AAAAAAAAADA/8Wwd2dQbpeY/s1600-h/my+14th+birthday+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072062738622383266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/RmOWMBYVBKI/AAAAAAAAADA/8Wwd2dQbpeY/s320/my+14th+birthday+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Me and Mark &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/RmOV8xYVBJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/PsbXdxtiZUw/s1600-h/my+14th+birthday+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072062476629378194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/RmOV8xYVBJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/PsbXdxtiZUw/s320/my+14th+birthday+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Me and Matty-matt-matt.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;How cute eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/RmOVwxYVBII/AAAAAAAAACw/oYBbgw89lmA/s1600-h/my+14th+birthday+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072062270470947970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/RmOVwxYVBII/AAAAAAAAACw/oYBbgw89lmA/s320/my+14th+birthday+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The three muskateers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;omw, I had THE best birthday ever!! Thank you to everyone (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;full contact duck duck goose, random water fights, twister, sardines &amp;amp; hide and go seek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awesome memories with awesome people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/38797041-5197653643486085600?l=lauren-e-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-e-.blogspot.com/feeds/5197653643486085600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38797041&amp;postID=5197653643486085600' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38797041/posts/default/5197653643486085600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38797041/posts/default/5197653643486085600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-e-.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-hair-thanks-tennille-i-loved-it-my.html' title=''/><author><name>-Laur-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08576407581248514587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/RmOXpxYVBOI/AAAAAAAAADg/A5sgtlGkpfw/s72-c/my+14th+birthday+053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38797041.post-637725860752632198</id><published>2007-05-24T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T18:54:02.606-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My friends are coming :D'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/RlZBMAtlVGI/AAAAAAAAACo/7f8pWx0sc-k/s1600-h/kristina.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068310105257497698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/RlZBMAtlVGI/AAAAAAAAACo/7f8pWx0sc-k/s320/kristina.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;( Kristina)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/RlZArAtlVFI/AAAAAAAAACg/XS8zpO8ytZA/s1600-h/vanny.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068309538321814610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/RlZArAtlVFI/AAAAAAAAACg/XS8zpO8ytZA/s320/vanny.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Vanessa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I dont' post that often because it's either too personal to post, or not interesting enouhg,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but my friends are coming to visit tomorrow and I cannot wiat. It's going to be the best. I can't wait for them to see all these places that I've talked about and meet some of the people that have become so close to me. It'll be so much fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068308997155935298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/RlZALgtlVEI/AAAAAAAAACY/mBHawG2zqPw/s320/cruisers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(Amber/Laur[I look like a turtle lol])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/38797041-637725860752632198?l=lauren-e-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-e-.blogspot.com/feeds/637725860752632198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38797041&amp;postID=637725860752632198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38797041/posts/default/637725860752632198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38797041/posts/default/637725860752632198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-e-.blogspot.com/2007/05/kristina-vanessa-so-i-dont-post-that.html' title=''/><author><name>-Laur-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08576407581248514587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/RlZBMAtlVGI/AAAAAAAAACo/7f8pWx0sc-k/s72-c/kristina.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38797041.post-5492967078254330519</id><published>2007-04-30T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T20:38:29.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"From a rocking punk princess to a christ inspired falatic&lt;br /&gt;thats me from the knife to the cross&lt;br /&gt;finally realizing what my dream is to be&lt;br /&gt;instead of living for the moment and skipping class&lt;br /&gt;to living for god and kicking satan in the well u no&lt;br /&gt;nothing but smiles on my face&lt;br /&gt;yes finally im not a discrace&lt;br /&gt;i can no longer be called a faker&lt;br /&gt;but instead now called a succeeder&lt;br /&gt;thank you to all the friends that gave me that big push&lt;br /&gt;and to all the people that gave me that one last boost&lt;br /&gt;i promise u i won't let u down&lt;br /&gt;and i promise u one day ill leave this town&lt;br /&gt;leave for bigger and better things&lt;br /&gt;leave this town and in a few years return with a degree&lt;br /&gt;when i get older i want to become a pastor&lt;br /&gt;ya i no its not what u would see in me&lt;br /&gt;but thats just a dream&lt;br /&gt;i hope will come true&lt;br /&gt;so i can get alot closer&lt;br /&gt;and make up for all the years i left u lord&lt;br /&gt;and i no that EVERYTHING is possible in the one the only&lt;br /&gt;JESUS CHRIST our god almighty&lt;br /&gt;amen"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;It's people like Jen's story that make me have even more faith &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38797041-5492967078254330519?l=lauren-e-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-e-.blogspot.com/feeds/5492967078254330519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38797041&amp;postID=5492967078254330519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38797041/posts/default/5492967078254330519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38797041/posts/default/5492967078254330519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-e-.blogspot.com/2007/04/from-rocking-punk-princess-to-christ.html' title=''/><author><name>-Laur-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08576407581248514587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38797041.post-3759274632010929924</id><published>2007-04-22T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T20:04:32.462-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friend/Cousin/Family/Laugh/the-best-comedian'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/RiwfonhO3tI/AAAAAAAAACA/S2stSaYj8bk/s1600-h/gabe+lauren+mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056451264293822162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/RiwfonhO3tI/AAAAAAAAACA/S2stSaYj8bk/s320/gabe+lauren+mark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's not a very good pic. but it gives you an idea. I love this kid. He's been there for me in everything. I mean I can't remember a time when he wasn't around. We met in sunday school when we were 3 or 4. We weren't really close but still we were friends. We went to school together from like gr.1 till gr.4 when he left me for traditional school. I remember in gr.4 when he used to read out of the king james version and no one could understand him and then he would cry because he loved to read out of the bible and still does today. Or in like gr.3 when he used to marry Annastasia Unger at the "boy tree" in the back field as we used to call it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056452041682902754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/RiwgV3hO3uI/AAAAAAAAACI/Niv1z49DRN4/s320/california+screamin+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We went to California/Disneyland together like a year ago, man was that ever fun. but i tell ya after like 10 days in a vehicle with someone tha tyou're not used to spending 10 days non-stop with it can get pretty annoying, but still one of teh best memories ever. (We also took a trip to Drum-heller together to see the dinosaurs) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gabe is the one freind that I have known the longest. We bicker allllll the time. Who cleans this, who does that, who spends too much time in the bathroom/on the phone, who is more annoying, and whose turn it is on msn. We bicker about everything, but whenever we get together it's always soo much fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing like good ol' nachoes with hot chocolate and a little bit of Jackie Chan in "tuxedo"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how many friends that I've introduced that later he's said, "man, she was cute."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Gabe like he was my brother/cousin/friend/whatever-else.&lt;br /&gt;There is SO much more. If you ask me about any time in my life, I could bet you that there is a 99% chance that Gabe was there or was around when it happened. He is the best person ever and today, I don't know, something was just like hmm I miss Gabe. I wanna laugh and forget everything that's going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So gabe, Love yah buddy, and Miss you lots. Please come visiti instead of boring ol' Whistler:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056453699540279026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/Riwh2XhO3vI/AAAAAAAAACQ/dDlh58ieG-c/s320/splash+mountain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;** Wait, I forgot something....he's the FUNNIEST PERSON ALIVE!!! anytime you are sad or whateve,r he'll make you more sad because your belly starts to hurt from laughing so hard.**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38797041-3759274632010929924?l=lauren-e-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-e-.blogspot.com/feeds/3759274632010929924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38797041&amp;postID=3759274632010929924' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38797041/posts/default/3759274632010929924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38797041/posts/default/3759274632010929924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-e-.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-not-very-good-pic.html' title=''/><author><name>-Laur-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08576407581248514587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/RiwfonhO3tI/AAAAAAAAACA/S2stSaYj8bk/s72-c/gabe+lauren+mark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38797041.post-1938093775636807629</id><published>2007-04-18T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T14:40:38.718-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Near Death Experience'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow! Today was totally interesting...I never knew bomb threats actually happened to schools. The fire alarm went off at like 8:25 this morning and I was pretty happy because that meant a litle shorter P.E. But it turned out to not be a fire drill, but a bomb threat. We stood outside for an hour and a half! I was wearing shorts and this T-shirt...man I was cold. It was pretty fun though...we just kinda all hung out for a while.&lt;br /&gt;After about an hour we started to get really cold though and then we all decided to go to the church and warm up with some tea. It turned out to be nothing and just some stupid kid pulling a prank bu it was on the radio with police and news reporters and everything. The school was re-opened but no one went back because who would want to go to school if we didn't have to. A weird way to get out of school, but still a day off school woohoo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38797041-1938093775636807629?l=lauren-e-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-e-.blogspot.com/feeds/1938093775636807629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38797041&amp;postID=1938093775636807629' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38797041/posts/default/1938093775636807629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38797041/posts/default/1938093775636807629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-e-.blogspot.com/2007/04/wow-today-was-totally-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>-Laur-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08576407581248514587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38797041.post-578002882455020324</id><published>2007-04-09T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T17:33:11.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myspace.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my new mysapce--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/lolen1"&gt;www.myspace.com/lolen1&lt;/a&gt;    (thanks kimbo for the url lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38797041-578002882455020324?l=lauren-e-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-e-.blogspot.com/feeds/578002882455020324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38797041&amp;postID=578002882455020324' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38797041/posts/default/578002882455020324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38797041/posts/default/578002882455020324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-e-.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-new-mysapce-www.html' title=''/><author><name>-Laur-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08576407581248514587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38797041.post-3753171237463408310</id><published>2007-04-05T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T18:26:42.888-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Core Youth Ministries'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/RhWhCUN74bI/AAAAAAAAAB4/92FLX5Hsf_w/s1600-h/Core+Youth.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050119618324849074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/RhWhCUN74bI/AAAAAAAAAB4/92FLX5Hsf_w/s320/Core+Youth.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Last night was THE FIRST CORE YOUTH! I have waited for this youth to start basicly since I moved here. So last night was the night. I was so excited I coudln't even sleep the night before. Just before the worship practice for the night, I got really sick but i trucked through it and sucked it up. I hate it when that happens. 4 of my friends came out to see it and all 4 of them lvoed it. We made a pack to all invite 2 people this week which will be awesome if they come. We had 21 people sign in last night. I was so excited. I can't wait to see what God is going to do with it. It's going to be amazing. But i'm so glad that it's started now.&lt;br /&gt;If anyone would like to come it's at 7pm on Wednesday nights at Gateway City Church in Kamloops :) See you there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/38797041-3753171237463408310?l=lauren-e-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-e-.blogspot.com/feeds/3753171237463408310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38797041&amp;postID=3753171237463408310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38797041/posts/default/3753171237463408310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38797041/posts/default/3753171237463408310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-e-.blogspot.com/2007/04/last-night-was-first-core-youth-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>-Laur-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08576407581248514587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/RhWhCUN74bI/AAAAAAAAAB4/92FLX5Hsf_w/s72-c/Core+Youth.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38797041.post-18487404991712967</id><published>2007-04-03T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T12:51:41.818-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DUN.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dun'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is the day where I finally find out what is wrong. I have&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; always&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; had stomach aches. Stomach aches for not eating, stomach aches for eating, stomach aches for eating meat, stomach aches for drinking to much sugar, I mean come on.Everything has to do with my stupid stomach. But in the last 2 weeks, it's gotten really bad. I have been trying to eat better to see if it would help, but it just hasn't. When I got home from holidays it's like my insides just decided to mutilate on me. My stomach is upset almost every second of the day, my heart is beating weird which makes me scared, I get random dis-colored spots on my legs, my back where my kidneys are hurt like mad. I feel like i'm about 100! So, finally today it's time to meet my new doctor. I am kinda scared because I know how I feel right now is not normal. I would like my long lasting stomach ache that has lasted all of 13 years (that is 4745ish days of stomach aches) to be gone, or at least to find out what it is. Maybe I just have a super weird stomach, I'm not really sure, but I am very scared. Hopefully it'll be ok though. Wow, what a venting kind of post, but oh well I thought I would share with everyone my stomach problems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38797041-18487404991712967?l=lauren-e-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-e-.blogspot.com/feeds/18487404991712967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38797041&amp;postID=18487404991712967' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38797041/posts/default/18487404991712967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38797041/posts/default/18487404991712967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-e-.blogspot.com/2007/04/today-is-day-where-i-finally-find-out.html' title=''/><author><name>-Laur-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08576407581248514587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38797041.post-8531442728576840040</id><published>2007-03-28T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T16:59:38.910-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Part 1.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/RgsAN742klI/AAAAAAAAABs/WwrvS3s27Vg/s1600-h/warf.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047128046813221458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/RgsAN742klI/AAAAAAAAABs/WwrvS3s27Vg/s320/warf.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;The warf-Ambleside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/Rgr7qb42khI/AAAAAAAAABM/eEqYQjrhi_4/s1600-h/hotties4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047123038881354258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/Rgr7qb42khI/AAAAAAAAABM/eEqYQjrhi_4/s320/hotties4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Best Friends &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vancouver&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;It was so much fun to hang out in places that I hadn't been in almost a year, and to go with my family and Alysha made it better. It was raining almost the whole 3 days we were there, but one day we got a sunshiney day and what a better place to spend part of it then the beach. The water was gorgeous..it was a little chilly though. We did some fun things like walking to starbucks in the rain, going to the beach, shopping, robson street in the pouring rain, it was a good time, and I got to see my nana. I haven't seen her in a longgg time. Vancouver was only half of our trip, but I only have half the pictures downloaded so I'll post the Abbotsford part when I get the pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047124726803501602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/Rgr9Mr42kiI/AAAAAAAAABU/Lqwq83BhnOI/s320/nana.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Nana (L) I love you (hot water as usual)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047127462697669186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/Rgr_r742kkI/AAAAAAAAABk/aa-iirMsNtM/s320/superstar.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;!Superstarrr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047126904351920690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/Rgr_Lb42kjI/AAAAAAAAABc/5liNOUpc5P4/s320/cherry+blossoms.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Spring time(or the rainy season) in Vancouver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;And that's part of our trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38797041-8531442728576840040?l=lauren-e-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-e-.blogspot.com/feeds/8531442728576840040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38797041&amp;postID=8531442728576840040' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38797041/posts/default/8531442728576840040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38797041/posts/default/8531442728576840040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-e-.blogspot.com/2007/03/warf-ambleside-best-friends-3-vancouver.html' title=''/><author><name>-Laur-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08576407581248514587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/RgsAN742klI/AAAAAAAAABs/WwrvS3s27Vg/s72-c/warf.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38797041.post-8559340323928086756</id><published>2007-03-19T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T12:34:46.682-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='\A Best Friend--Lyshaa\'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So, no one like my dunkaroo's eh? well that's really too bad. Oh well, I guess I will post about something serious.&lt;br /&gt;  So I met this girl last summer, and to tell you the truth, she scared me to death. We were going to the lake in Tennille's car and on the way there I was sure I was going to die (anyone who has driven with Tennille will know what I'm talking about) I didn't want to become friends with this girl because I was still in rebellion from moving, but I thought I should probably at least have an aquaintence with her so I wouldn't be a loner the whole summer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;  Once we got to the lake(that's where we were going), it was alittle akward. Everyone seemed to have so much history with each other that I felt a little bit like an outsider and a tag along. But once we got into the water, the akwardness seemed to be gone. It was like we had been friends forever, and for me, that was a big thing because no one (other than family) had seemed to genuinly like me before that lake day. It was all alittle overwhelming. We splashed around a little in the water and then went on to sun-tanning becuase what teenage girl doesn't sun-tan &lt;em&gt;alll&lt;/em&gt; summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;  Pretty much since that first day at the lake, we have been &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;inseperable&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; We would spend days straight together during the summer because both of really didn't have anyone else. I was so thankful that we were put together because honestly, I hadn't had a best firend before that and I didn't know what it was like. We pretty much do everything together now, get our eyebrows done together, go out together, we talk in pairs, like i mean everything. People even say we are kind of like an old married couple because we bicker and talk about us as one person lol. Her family is like mine, and mine is like hers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;  Last summer, we went to Vancouver together, and this spring break, we're at it again. But this time it's alittle different. We are much much closer than we were last summer and this time, it's her birthday. She doesn't like her birthday that much, but this year, I decided to try to make it special even if she doesn't like it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;  First we went to church, I greeted her with my chuck norris kick move and a hug, then gave her her longgg awaited surprise. This surpise took forever! Me, and Arryn made her a scrap book...it was kind of random. We decided to make it when we thought she was moving but it turned out just to be a birthday present. She assures me she loves it which is awesome because i hate giving presents with the fear that they won't like it. Then we went to Red Robins for dinner, my mom secretly told the waitress it was alysha's birthday and she brought her a sunday, they made her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;stand up on her chair&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and if you know alysha, you'll know she doensn't like this. They sang a very nice happy birthday to her and she was completely mortified...it was awesome. Once we got back to my grandma's, we then gave her a very yummy ice cream cake that was made especially for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I hope that she had one of the best birthdays ever, becuase she deserves it. I love you Alysha and hope that we will stay close no matter what. Happy Birthday Chicky-Poo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[And sorry to everyone (tennille) that I took away from you all for a week.] Pictures will come later to keep you all in suspense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38797041-8559340323928086756?l=lauren-e-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-e-.blogspot.com/feeds/8559340323928086756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38797041&amp;postID=8559340323928086756' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38797041/posts/default/8559340323928086756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38797041/posts/default/8559340323928086756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-e-.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-no-one-like-my-dunkaroos-eh-well.html' title=''/><author><name>-Laur-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08576407581248514587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38797041.post-1148746214474180209</id><published>2007-03-11T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T20:53:00.535-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mmm...Dunkaroos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/RfTOdqdgudI/AAAAAAAAABE/NYKoyGIub3Q/s1600-h/dunkaroos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040880891944024530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/RfTOdqdgudI/AAAAAAAAABE/NYKoyGIub3Q/s320/dunkaroos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;.!Everyone has their own way of eating dunkaroos!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/38797041-1148746214474180209?l=lauren-e-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-e-.blogspot.com/feeds/1148746214474180209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38797041&amp;postID=1148746214474180209' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38797041/posts/default/1148746214474180209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38797041/posts/default/1148746214474180209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-e-.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>-Laur-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08576407581248514587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/RfTOdqdgudI/AAAAAAAAABE/NYKoyGIub3Q/s72-c/dunkaroos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38797041.post-2421479392239121525</id><published>2007-03-06T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T20:07:51.600-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A New Friend'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/Re46UZYEXvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m2IRxWKRGak/s1600-h/P2100212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039029155157794546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/Re46UZYEXvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m2IRxWKRGak/s320/P2100212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a new firend everyone :)   Meet Arryn...she's pretty rad...i love Arryn. Can't wait to hang out lots...thanks lysha for introducing us. haha i'm a nerd but i was actually gonna post about something different but you can't see waht i was gonna post about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38797041-2421479392239121525?l=lauren-e-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-e-.blogspot.com/feeds/2421479392239121525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38797041&amp;postID=2421479392239121525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38797041/posts/default/2421479392239121525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38797041/posts/default/2421479392239121525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-e-.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-got-new-firend-everyone-meet-arryn.html' title=''/><author><name>-Laur-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08576407581248514587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/Re46UZYEXvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m2IRxWKRGak/s72-c/P2100212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38797041.post-7922803592692693615</id><published>2007-02-26T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T15:59:58.159-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confessions of a Nose-blower'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/ReN0VxN13mI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JHCLI51ebok/s1600-h/kleenex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035996725667815010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/ReN0VxN13mI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JHCLI51ebok/s320/kleenex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I hate being sick! I have been blowing my nose all day, and it sounds like a simple task, but hwen you have a metal bar in it, it makes life somewhat diffacult. Now, the very queezy should skip this sentance: but i cannot for the life of me blow my nose properly because of my stupid nose ring and it hurts because the thing is still healing. I can't stop coughing either and from the bottom of my nose till the top of my forehead feels like it is going to explode. Hopefully I can get better because being sick is stupid!&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/38797041-7922803592692693615?l=lauren-e-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-e-.blogspot.com/feeds/7922803592692693615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38797041&amp;postID=7922803592692693615' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38797041/posts/default/7922803592692693615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38797041/posts/default/7922803592692693615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-e-.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-hate-being-sick-i-have-been-blowing.html' title=''/><author><name>-Laur-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08576407581248514587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/ReN0VxN13mI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JHCLI51ebok/s72-c/kleenex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38797041.post-7003338062548263385</id><published>2007-02-20T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T22:08:20.334-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='For The Food Lovers'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't decide if I like blogging or not?? I always post and stuff, but mine never seem interesting enough so I'm going to start with doing "food for thought" it'll be for all you food lovers like me...some stuff that make syou go hmm...or some things that make you go yumm...like below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food for thought:  Twix bars and pop solve EVERYTHING. (you should try it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38797041-7003338062548263385?l=lauren-e-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-e-.blogspot.com/feeds/7003338062548263385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38797041&amp;postID=7003338062548263385' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38797041/posts/default/7003338062548263385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38797041/posts/default/7003338062548263385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-e-.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-cant-decide-if-i-like-blogging-or-not.html' title=''/><author><name>-Laur-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08576407581248514587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38797041.post-6692184509127599867</id><published>2007-02-17T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T13:57:58.291-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taken From Kimbo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;50 random things about me!!&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your dad right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;with me in Kamloops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2. do you talk to your crush? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Mhmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3. Name three things you did today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;a)had a shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;b)went on the computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;c)cleaned a little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4. what color is your watch? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i don't have one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5. what kind of phone do you have? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;a nokia one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7. Where does your best friend work? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;she doesn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;8. What are you listening to right now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;some really gay song that's on the tv and my mom talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;9. What do you smell like? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;baby lotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;10. what color are your eyes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;brown[some people say black but htey're not]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;11. Have you ever done a chinese fire drill? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;for sure!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;12. What color is your bedroom? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;brown, with black bedspread and purple stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;13. Do you have a chair in your room? &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;mmm yah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;15. Do you know anyone who is engaged? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;16. What's your favorite number(s)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;17. Do you know someone named Betsy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i think i have a friend with a cow named betsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;18. What color is your mom's hair? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;light brown with blonde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;20. Do you remember singing any songs as a kid? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;jesus loves me-flinstones version&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;21. Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Soon, I will...I hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;23. Did you ever go to camp as a kid? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I haven't in the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;25. Do you like fire? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;not in houses...that gives me nightmares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;26. Are you allergic to anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; pennicilin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;27. When was the last time you cried? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;my birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;29. Have you ever been to a spa? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;to get a manicure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;30. Did you take science all four years of high school? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I will, I haven't gotten that far yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;31. Do you like butterflies? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sure (but I'm not a hippy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;32. Do you miss someone right now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Dougie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;33. Do you think they miss you too? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;34. Have you ever seen your school counselor? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;yeah to know if I had CAPP or art first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;35. Have you ever wanted to be a teacher? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;kinda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;37. Ever been in love? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;not really, but I've still got time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;38. Is anyone jealous of you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i hope not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;39. Ever been stuck in an elevator? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;nope. I don't wanna be either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;40. What does your mom call you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Laur/Lauren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;41. What do your friends call you?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Laur, Laurenzo, Lolen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;42. What does you hair look like right now?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;curly and short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;43. Has a friend ever used you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;44. Has anyone told you that they like you more than a friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;  yah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;45. What have you eaten today?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;2 hard boiled eggs and 2 pieces of toast oh and a juice box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;46. Is your hair naturally curly or straight?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;soo curly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;48. Who was the last person you drove with?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Kimbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;49. What are you looking forward to?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;later this evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;50. How are you today?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;better htan yesterday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38797041-6692184509127599867?l=lauren-e-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-e-.blogspot.com/feeds/6692184509127599867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38797041&amp;postID=6692184509127599867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38797041/posts/default/6692184509127599867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38797041/posts/default/6692184509127599867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-e-.blogspot.com/2007/02/50-random-things-about-me-1.html' title=''/><author><name>-Laur-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08576407581248514587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38797041.post-7673175508436844190</id><published>2007-02-15T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T18:55:15.265-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Hair'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/RdUcG2nehwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Jrt2bLg2U8g/s1600-h/Lauren_sNewHair006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031959062722283266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/RdUcG2nehwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Jrt2bLg2U8g/s320/Lauren_sNewHair006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today I got my hair chopped off. I have been waiting forever for it. I love it to death. She straightened it for me because I wanted to see what it would look like. It is not permanently straight, so no worries. But yay...i finally have nice hair again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031959758506985234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/RdUcvWnehxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/C5hnXAu_aiE/s320/Lauren_sNewHair002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/38797041-7673175508436844190?l=lauren-e-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-e-.blogspot.com/feeds/7673175508436844190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38797041&amp;postID=7673175508436844190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38797041/posts/default/7673175508436844190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38797041/posts/default/7673175508436844190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-e-.blogspot.com/2007/02/today-i-got-my-hair-chopped-off.html' title=''/><author><name>-Laur-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08576407581248514587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/RdUcG2nehwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Jrt2bLg2U8g/s72-c/Lauren_sNewHair006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38797041.post-3417166982816528390</id><published>2007-02-12T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T20:38:12.477-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Help For My Struggles.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;This verse was totally God. I opened up a devontional book I never read just for soemthing to do because I was confused and this was the verse that was the reference. It totally fits what I have been dealing with. It sure helped me, maybe it will help you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Psalm 37:1-9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Don’t be upset because of evil people. Don’t be jealous of those who do wrong, because like the grass, they will soon dry up. Like green plants, they will soon die away. Trust the Lord and do good. Live in the land and feed on truth. Enjoy serving the Lord, and he will give you what you want. Depend on the Lord; trust him, and he will take care of you. Then your goodness will shine like the sun, and your fairness like the noonday sun. Wait and trust the Lord. Don’t be upset when others get rich or when someone else’s plans succeed. Don’t get angry. Don’t be upset; it only leads to trouble. Evil people will be sent away, but those who trust the Lord will inherit the land.&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/38797041-3417166982816528390?l=lauren-e-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-e-.blogspot.com/feeds/3417166982816528390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38797041&amp;postID=3417166982816528390' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38797041/posts/default/3417166982816528390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38797041/posts/default/3417166982816528390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-e-.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-verse-was-totally-god.html' title=''/><author><name>-Laur-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08576407581248514587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38797041.post-3590267952815874476</id><published>2007-02-10T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T20:36:30.133-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day [L]'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/Rc6dT2nehvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VGFh2VkO1e4/s1600-h/cb+christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030130798223591154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/Rc6dT2nehvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VGFh2VkO1e4/s320/cb+christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Where&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;s the new red-head girl, I want to dance with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;?"--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Charlie Brown's Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;./If only it were that simple\.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/38797041-3590267952815874476?l=lauren-e-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-e-.blogspot.com/feeds/3590267952815874476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38797041&amp;postID=3590267952815874476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38797041/posts/default/3590267952815874476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38797041/posts/default/3590267952815874476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-e-.blogspot.com/2007/02/where-s-new-red-head-girl-i-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>-Laur-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08576407581248514587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_t5Nc5Wpq38A/Rc6dT2nehvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VGFh2VkO1e4/s72-c/cb+christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38797041.post-117089548986238147</id><published>2007-02-07T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T16:44:49.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3264/3882/1600/564606/book%20flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3264/3882/320/14990/book%20flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You don't even know how hard you stabbed me in the back;;I am sorry, but I just cannot forgive and forget something this big::You ripped my heart out and stomped on it;; I thought it was best friends for life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;What happened&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/38797041-117089548986238147?l=lauren-e-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-e-.blogspot.com/feeds/117089548986238147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38797041&amp;postID=117089548986238147' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38797041/posts/default/117089548986238147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38797041/posts/default/117089548986238147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-e-.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-dont-even-know-how-hard-you.html' title=''/><author><name>-Laur-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08576407581248514587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38797041.post-117040202905194975</id><published>2007-02-01T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T23:40:29.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stupid, stupid me, what was I thinking putting a muscular 13 year old on my blog?? After 10 minutes of it being posted, I have had 3...count them, 1, 2, 3, friends say to me, "wow, who is that guy on your blog? he's hot, is he 18? Does he have abs too?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I should NOT have done that :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38797041-117040202905194975?l=lauren-e-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-e-.blogspot.com/feeds/117040202905194975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38797041&amp;postID=117040202905194975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38797041/posts/default/117040202905194975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38797041/posts/default/117040202905194975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-e-.blogspot.com/2007/02/stupid-stupid-me-what-was-i-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>-Laur-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08576407581248514587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38797041.post-117039964480977033</id><published>2007-02-01T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T23:00:44.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, well, I deleted my last blog, because, well I'm not sure, but life was going pretty crappy for a while but it's picked up again and so, I've decided to start posting again. I have 2 important things I need to say though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1- &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Happy Birthday Kimbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (it's kinda early, but oh well) I love ya to death hun. just don't get too old on me ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2- My best friend/cousin got 3rd in his wrestling tournament. Everytime I talk to him, he's always talking about wresting, I have yet to go see him actually kill some kid, but I'm sure I'll get my chance. I am soo proud of him, so I had to put a pic of him on and show you what the little twirps are getting themselves into by fighting him. (Pics. taken from Auntie Jenny &amp; Uncle Dan's blog...thx) lol. luv ya gabeyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3264/3882/320/362402/gabe-muscles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3264/3882/320/493936/gabe-wresting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38797041-117039964480977033?l=lauren-e-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-e-.blogspot.com/feeds/117039964480977033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38797041&amp;postID=117039964480977033' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38797041/posts/default/117039964480977033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38797041/posts/default/117039964480977033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-e-.blogspot.com/2007/02/ok-well-i-deleted-my-last-blog-because.html' title=''/><author><name>-Laur-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08576407581248514587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
