<?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-5540033211786786336</id><updated>2012-02-10T16:47:22.469-08:00</updated><category term='Blog for School'/><category term='My 1st Blog'/><title type='text'>My Hallelujah Song!</title><subtitle type='html'>Blogging My Chapter In God's Great Book Called Life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-3667911855218964567</id><published>2012-02-07T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T20:13:34.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There are no words.</title><content type='html'>I am appalled. There are so many other words, but none of them can even begin to describe how I truly feel right now. I'm pro-life. I always have been, since the very first moment I heard about abortion. I've gone to Right to Life rallies on the local, state, and national levels several times. I've seen photos held signs and never doubted that abortion was murder. It is. No matter how you say it, killing a baby kills a baby. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;The recent Susan G. Komen and Planned Parenthood story (and a conversation with my mom) led me to investigate abortion and the issues surrounding it. I had only intended to discover if any money from the American Cancer Society goes to Planned Parenthood (or to Susan G. Komen, where it COULD end up funding abortions) so that I could decide whether or not to sign up for Relay for Life. If I'm going to help raise money, I want to know where it's going. Unfortunately, I still haven't been able to find this out.&lt;br /&gt;What I did find...words cannot describe.&lt;br /&gt;I started at the official websites for Planned Parenthood, The American Cancer Society, and Susan G. Komen. They only caused more questions. So I looked for answers. I clicked link after link, finding things that are really big news that I have never so much as heard the name before. I found some good books and some information that tell you the facts, and how you can argue your point, even in the cases of rape and the mother's health which are used as such big defenses in favor of abortion. The Planned Parenthood website DOWNRIGHT LIES about several things. I had expected twisted words to make this terrible killing sound more like a "safe and easy medical procedure" and for abortion to be presented as the smart thing to do. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised when the only reference to actual death I could find was "fetal demise" in a context which even I had to read three times to realize what it was saying. Now I think it's time for a few facts. Not boring facts with big numbers and percentages, but things that REALLY got my attention.&lt;br /&gt;Cold Hard FACTS:&lt;br /&gt;1. The word "fetus" is Latin for baby. When you use Google Translate, to my sorrow, it does NOT translate to or from English as anything meaning the word "baby." Google, you have failed me.&lt;br /&gt;2. I went to Dictionary.com, a dear friend in times of late night research and repetitive words. The first three definitions of abortion are typical. They don't include the words "baby" "murder" or even "death." I found two definitions to be completely appalling: "an immature and nonviable fetus" and "a person or thing that is deformed." Don't believe me? See for yourself. http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/abortion&lt;br /&gt;3. One of the aforementioned "downright lies" the Planned Parenthood people say is that abortion does not increase your risk of breast cancer in any way. They have an incredibly long PDF document, that no person would even read more than three pages of (I didn't even get THAT far), stating that very thing. I suppose it's so Susan G. Komen can sleep at night know that, even though she is now giving a part of her funds to abortion (may I remind you, MURDER), it's okay because her organization is about breast cancer and the abortion people say that it doesn't increase the risk. They should know, right? I have no doubt that they know. Abortion increases the risk of all kinds of things, including MOST forms of cancer.&lt;br /&gt;4. Abortion is not a "safe and easy medical procedure." Abortion (legal or illegal) is not and never will be safe. Life Dynamics (one of those things that I had never heard of before) has done detailed research and found many ways that abortionists could make the "medical procedure" safer for the women. Obviously, abortion will always be fatal to the unborn child. The so called "doctors" at abortion clinics will never change their ways. They aren't able to. Think about it. What kind of doctors work at these places? Good doctors don't. They work somewhere they can make real money and make an name for themselves, and such. The doctors that work for abortion clinics are bad doctors in the killing business. You don't need to be very skilled to do that, even though the procedure isn't "easy" either. It is difficult for everyone involved, especially the mother. (I would say it classifies as more than "difficult" for the baby being killed.) They also tell you that abortion is painless, because they give you medicine and will even knock you out if necessary. It's a lie. Having an abortion is incredibly painful, though most of the pain is felt afterward when the medicine wears off and they've taken your money and sent you home. Then there are also all the psychological issues that are listed on the Planned Parenthood website, but in a way that makes you feel that it is someone else's problem and that it could never happen to you.&lt;br /&gt;5. Three things: child abuse, rape, health of the mother. These are the biggest reasons people use to make it seem logical and reasonable to kill a baby. I refuse to include handicapped, because it is a completely heartless double standard and that should be plainly evident. Point five will be child abuse. People say something along the lines of "Well, the kid isn't wanted and an unwanted child will mean more child abuse." Most parents who abuse their children, wanted to have children. That disproves their logic. Abortion IS child abuse, plain and simple, so child abuse is NOT a valid reason to kill a baby.&lt;br /&gt;6. Rape? If you think about it for more than two seconds, you should realize that the unborn baby is also a victim in this situation and should be killed for the mother's benefit. The same goes for incest, which is also mentioned quite often.&lt;br /&gt;7. Mother's health? The word "health" is not descriptive enough. It could refer to a life threatening situation or simply discomfort. I'm going to go ahead and say that anything other than life-threatening is nonsense and doesn't qualify anyone to say that we "need" abortion to be legal. In actuality, even if abortion was illegal, if there was no doubt of the mother's death upon giving birth, then the baby would be aborted by a doctor. This happened before abortion was legal, it will happen if it ever becomes illegal, again. Anyhow, these cases are very rare and generally show up if the mother has had abortions before or has slept with a lot of people so I will rest my case there because she is most definitely making those choices.&lt;br /&gt;8. Were abortion to become illegal again, women wouldn't die from some back alley abortion. Most women wouldn't have an abortion because it wouldn't be so readily available. Another reason is that even before abortion was legalized, they weren't happening in alleyways like the picture we have painted for us. Abortions took place in hospitals by doctors who did not use silly things like clothes hangers despite what people say. The only real reason abortion is legal now is for convenience. That is why people will argue and lie and do whatever it takes. Legal or illegal, the end result is still the murder of a human being.&lt;br /&gt;9. It is incredibly more dangerous for the mother to have an abortion rather than give birth. There are so many reasons! Abortion clinics are not safe. Those people are in the business of killing and don't care about their patients. They cover up rapes and things and even their own staff often harass the women who go there. Women have been raped and assaulted in abortion clinics and the acts go unpunished. The abortionists aren't real doctors and certainly not very good ones. There are so many cases where women have died in various ways from having an abortion. Don't believe me? Explore this site a bit: http://www.lifedynamics.com/Pro-life_Group/Botched_Abortion/?ID=48&lt;br /&gt;Each story is true and death is not as uncommon as Planned Parenthood would have you think.would think.&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm going to stop here. There are so many more haunting things about The American Holocaust like the terms abortionists use, how many babies are born alive and left alone until they die, how the actual procedure works and how the baby parts are sold to the highest bidder. How can we allow THIS to go on right under our noses that are stuck so high in the air as we proclaim "God Bless America" because we are so much better than everybody else?! I, for one, cannot. May God SAVE America, but more importantly, may he save the lives of the innocent being violently slaughtered every minute of every day! I WILL make a difference and my voice WILL be heard!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-3667911855218964567?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/3667911855218964567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2012/02/there-are-no-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/3667911855218964567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/3667911855218964567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2012/02/there-are-no-words.html' title='There are no words.'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-5467896214108712073</id><published>2011-12-23T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T09:16:42.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a ninjageeknerd, hear me roar!</title><content type='html'>I've spent the last 12 hours (waking hours, not the entire night) tweaking my laptop. I have a ton of great new software (thank you Lifehacker and How-To Geek). Here's some pictures of what my desktop looks like now (Waldo is hiding somewhere by the way, and I have various Mario Bros. icons everywhere). Enjoy! I know I am(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;View from the Top&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(This is the stuff that I like to stare at.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HBoK_etSizE/TvS1rgeFtNI/AAAAAAAAA18/mHoVr3hKXmY/s1600/TopView.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="170" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HBoK_etSizE/TvS1rgeFtNI/AAAAAAAAA18/mHoVr3hKXmY/s320/TopView.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;View of the Front&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(The part that is hidden to you, aka. the part you look through when you see the back wall) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The big white picture says "This is what you look like right now."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Basically, the above picture is what you (the user) sees, and the below picture is what the computer sees. Also there is a picture telling you to be on the lookout for Waldo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-voMLJORbwWA/TvS1sb7StiI/AAAAAAAAA2E/49TkFEYx1eQ/s1600/ViewofFront.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="170" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-voMLJORbwWA/TvS1sb7StiI/AAAAAAAAA2E/49TkFEYx1eQ/s320/ViewofFront.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;View of the Left Wall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; (This is where my school stuff will go) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waldo is hiding behind the little pile in the right-hand corner. See him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bepz16-nvLs/TvS1tGab_mI/AAAAAAAAA2M/9U3MchQQm8k/s1600/ViewofLeftSide.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="169" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bepz16-nvLs/TvS1tGab_mI/AAAAAAAAA2M/9U3MchQQm8k/s320/ViewofLeftSide.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;View of the Right Wall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; This is where my social networking stuff is with pictures that I like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_CC2mOZWaQk/TvS1t9Bvt6I/AAAAAAAAA2U/Y0Y9SydeXNM/s1600/ViewofRightSide.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="170" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_CC2mOZWaQk/TvS1t9Bvt6I/AAAAAAAAA2U/Y0Y9SydeXNM/s320/ViewofRightSide.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the view of the full back wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you can see I have more pictures there, and my to-do list as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F8fCq7AqwTo/TvS1uhJalVI/AAAAAAAAA2c/L2ODT4fyG-4/s1600/ViewoftheBack.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="170" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F8fCq7AqwTo/TvS1uhJalVI/AAAAAAAAA2c/L2ODT4fyG-4/s320/ViewoftheBack.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I told you it was awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-5467896214108712073?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/5467896214108712073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-ninjageeknerd-hear-me-roar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/5467896214108712073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/5467896214108712073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-ninjageeknerd-hear-me-roar.html' title='I&apos;m a ninjageeknerd, hear me roar!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HBoK_etSizE/TvS1rgeFtNI/AAAAAAAAA18/mHoVr3hKXmY/s72-c/TopView.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-330242019397276466</id><published>2011-12-20T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T19:34:04.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Novelist? Yes, yes indeed!</title><content type='html'>Wow! I haven't been on in a while. I've been busy with school and plays! I can't decide which is more fun, teching or acting! I'm SO glad that the semester is OVER and I get a break! Six classes is way too many! I'm looking forward to a the new semester though! I have five classes but only four a day and I have determined NEVER EVER EVER NEVER to take an online class EVER again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, it's break now! Christmas shopping and parties galore! Plus, I've been working on a little something, namely my first book! I'm really surprised at how pleased I am with it, ya know? As picky as I am, I've been going through and changing and adding stuff left and right (&amp;amp; the book isn't even close to the editing stage. In fact, it isn't even done with the "establish everything" stage.), but I'm a perfectionist. It's a blessing and curse (ha!). I'm so very excited about it! If you're reading this, say a quick prayer for my book. I really want it to touch people's hearts, even if it's going to be a chick flick kinda thing. Pray that God can use me and my writing. That's all I really want. I could go on (and on, and on, and on....), but I won't because it's getting late. I hope to blog again soon, but in case I don't until after the holidays, God Bless, Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-330242019397276466?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/330242019397276466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/12/future-novelist-yes-yes-indeed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/330242019397276466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/330242019397276466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/12/future-novelist-yes-yes-indeed.html' title='Future Novelist? Yes, yes indeed!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-9151040188134016955</id><published>2011-10-01T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T16:55:00.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love Waits</title><content type='html'>I felt like I needed to say this officially, somewhere, so I chose my blog. Mom and Dad bought me a purity ring today, the first of October in 2011. It's important and this is something I want to remember. I want to promise to myself, God, and anyone who reads this blog, that I will stay pure. It sounds really weird saying that, but it's true, nonetheless. I may take the ring off sometimes, but the promise will remain. "True Love Waits" and so will I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-9151040188134016955?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/9151040188134016955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/10/true-love-waits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/9151040188134016955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/9151040188134016955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/10/true-love-waits.html' title='True Love Waits'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-6520230017970836705</id><published>2011-09-12T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T16:01:22.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Discoveries!</title><content type='html'>1.) Cherry coke and strawberry Twizzlers make the PERFECT combination!&lt;br /&gt;2.) Auditioning for a play is waaaaay easier and more fun when you're only signing up for tech crew!&lt;br /&gt;3.) Joining tech crew instead of auditioning for the play is technically called "teching"&lt;br /&gt;4.) Getting lost makes you very hungry! Especially when you have a Cookout tray on your lap.&lt;br /&gt;5.) Caramel + Fudge + Milkshake = the best Cookout creation EVER!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-6520230017970836705?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/6520230017970836705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/09/todays-discoveries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/6520230017970836705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/6520230017970836705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/09/todays-discoveries.html' title='Today&apos;s Discoveries!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-2299009230890052212</id><published>2011-09-12T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T09:18:56.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, memories!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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I don't actually remember writing this, which I find hilarious since I talk about my great memory! I was reading it and laughing at myself and I thought I would re-post it so you can laugh too! Because this is very, very true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;"I'm sorry I haven't posted in a while. Every spare minute Iget I spend reading. Annessa (my bff) calls me a nerd. She's probably right. Itseems like every time I go to the library I get another book. I have four rightnow and yeah I'm reading them all at the same time. I went to the library threetimes last week and twice the week before. Oh and I went twice the week beforethat and three times the week before that. If that doesn't prove I'm nerd thenremembering all that must! haha Oh well I guess I will just embrace mynerdiness! Rock On Nerds!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Post from 11/2/09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I've only gotten worse! (I did tell you about the HUGE book of Jane Austen, right?) Haha! It's incurable, I think! :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-2299009230890052212?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/2299009230890052212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/09/ah-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/2299009230890052212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/2299009230890052212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/09/ah-memories.html' title='Ah, memories!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-8614406558424615088</id><published>2011-09-12T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T09:12:18.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes About Books - Because I Feel Like It!</title><content type='html'>Each one of these means something special and some were by very famous people (We just read Thoreau, Emerson, and Longfellow in English class!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Y BOOK!&lt;br /&gt;I did it!&lt;br /&gt;I did it!&lt;br /&gt;Come and look&lt;br /&gt;At what I’ve done!&lt;br /&gt;I read a book!&lt;br /&gt;When someone wrote it&lt;br /&gt;Long ago&lt;br /&gt;For me to read,&lt;br /&gt;How did he know&lt;br /&gt;That this was the book&lt;br /&gt;I’d take from the shelf&lt;br /&gt;And lie on the floor&lt;br /&gt;And read by myself?&lt;br /&gt;I really read it!&lt;br /&gt;Just like that!&lt;br /&gt;Word by word,&lt;br /&gt;From first to last!&lt;br /&gt;I’m sleeping with&lt;br /&gt;This book in bed,&lt;br /&gt;This first FIRST book&lt;br /&gt;I’ve ever read!&lt;br /&gt;~ David L. Harrison ~&lt;br /&gt;(from &lt;em&gt;Somebody Catch My Homework&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;here is more treasure in &lt;span class="il"&gt;books&lt;/span&gt; than&lt;br /&gt;in all the pirate's loot on Treasure Island.&lt;br /&gt;~ Walt Disney ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;here is an art of reading, as well as an art of thinking,&lt;br /&gt;and an art of writing.&lt;br /&gt;~ Isaac Disraeli ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;eading, after a certain age, diverts the mind too much from its&lt;br /&gt;creative pursuits. Any man who reads too much and uses his own&lt;br /&gt;brain too little falls into lazy habits of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;~ Albert Einstein ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;f we encounter a man of rare intellect,&lt;br /&gt;we should ask him what &lt;span class="il"&gt;books&lt;/span&gt; he reads.&lt;br /&gt;~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;n a library we are surrounded by many hundreds of dear friends&lt;br /&gt;imprisoned by an enchanter in paper and leathern boxes.&lt;br /&gt;~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;o read is to empower&lt;br /&gt;To empower is to write&lt;br /&gt;To write is to influence&lt;br /&gt;To Influence is to change&lt;br /&gt;To change is to live.&lt;br /&gt;~ Jane Evershed ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;More than a Tea Party&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; am a part of everything that I have read.&lt;br /&gt;~ John Kieran ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;fter all, the world is not a stage -- not to me:&lt;br /&gt;nor a theatre: nor a show-house of any sort.&lt;br /&gt;And art, especially novels, are not little theatres where the reader&lt;br /&gt;sits aloft and watches... and sighs, commiserates, condones and smiles.&lt;br /&gt;That's what you want a book to be: because it leaves you&lt;br /&gt;so safe and superior, with your two-dollar ticket to the show.&lt;br /&gt;And that's what my &lt;span class="il"&gt;books&lt;/span&gt; are not and never will be.&lt;br /&gt;Whoever reads me will be in the thick of the scrimmage,&lt;br /&gt;and if he doesn't like it -- if he wants a safe seat in the audience --&lt;br /&gt;let him read someone else.&lt;br /&gt;~ D. H. Lawrence ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;feel a kind of reverence for the first &lt;span class="il"&gt;books&lt;/span&gt; of young authors.&lt;br /&gt;There is so much aspiration in them,&lt;br /&gt;so much audacious hope and trembling fear,&lt;br /&gt;so much of the heart's history, that all errors&lt;br /&gt;and shortcomings are for a while lost sight of&lt;br /&gt;in the amiable self assertion of youth.&lt;br /&gt;~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ead the best &lt;span class="il"&gt;books&lt;/span&gt; first,&lt;br /&gt;or you may not have a chance to read them at all.&lt;br /&gt;~ Henry David Thoreau ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-8614406558424615088?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/8614406558424615088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/09/quotes-about-books-because-i-feel-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/8614406558424615088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/8614406558424615088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/09/quotes-about-books-because-i-feel-like.html' title='Quotes About Books - Because I Feel Like It!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-6892738286035551038</id><published>2011-09-09T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T19:15:44.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a crazy waffle!</title><content type='html'>I was reading back a few posts and I realized that I might as well tell you some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;1.) God has changed some things for me. He's changed my heart, my thoughts, my attitude...he's changing me.&lt;br /&gt;2.) I want to sing! Judging by my last post, you know that already, but I want to make it plain and clear. I don't know how far it will take me, or if I will ever build up the courage to sing much, but I love it so much that it's only a matter of time before I explode.&lt;br /&gt;3.) I'm going to write. I'm going to write until it kills me!&lt;br /&gt;4.) My plans for college are...well...a work in progress (just when I had it all figured out again!).&lt;br /&gt;5.) Photography is SO not going to be my career. I love photo-editing, but photography is starting to seem like too much work. This class is complicating things and I don't like it that way.&lt;br /&gt;6.) Whenever you hear my name, Pray 4 me! I need it!&lt;br /&gt;7.) I passed driver's ed and I will get my permit early next week.&lt;br /&gt;8.) I am also planning to be on the tech crew for A Christmas Carol!&lt;br /&gt;9.) I'm a dreamer. It isn't curable and I will never get over it. And that's perfectly fine with me!&lt;br /&gt;10.) I realized that my blog is kind of depressing (or is it just me?). I feel like it is. When I write I just get in this one intense mood and I'm melancholy, that's the best way to describe it. I just want to say that the bubbly, crazy, everyday blonde me isn't an act or anything like that. I don't get up in the morning and put on a fake smile for the benefit of others. I love my friends and people and talking and talking and talking (Haha!). I just also love being alone with myself and my thoughts. Just two sides of the same crazy waffle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-6892738286035551038?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/6892738286035551038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-crazy-waffle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/6892738286035551038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/6892738286035551038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-crazy-waffle.html' title='I&apos;m a crazy waffle!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-5463871791100862897</id><published>2011-09-09T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T18:46:52.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I couldn't even BEGIN to come up with a title for this.</title><content type='html'>I was born in the wrong time period. I'm so absorbed with Celtic music, old movies, classic books...hoop skirts...everything from the past. I COULD live without indoor plumbing if it meant honorably society. Maybe that's what I miss the most. People had honor and pride (not the bad kind). They were respectable. Men and ladies dressed splendidly and acted properly. I think I should've been born a Southern Belle! It would fit me perfectly! Today hardly anything is pure and honorable. Everything gets corrupted by peoples wants. I want want want WANT! It's like a never ending mantra. We all get that way, I know, but I just feel so sick of everything. I hide away in my books because that's where I wish I lived sometimes. Things were less complicated. You fell in love, the man asked your dad's permission and you got married and turned gray sitting on the front porch with some good ole iced tea!&lt;br /&gt; I want to sing, but I am SO afraid of the tiny chance that I &lt;i&gt;might&lt;/i&gt; become famous and the purity of it would be ruined. I think that is what scares me the most. I DON'T want to be famous at all. I want to sing. And write. Show the world who I am, but what happens if I do? It terrifies me. Truly and honestly, it does. I wish that I could just sing with Celtic Women and write my books and poems and things and go about my business being left alone and happy. But that's unrealistic to say the least. I'm just so disappointed in the way things are. The way the world works. I know things weren't perfect back then, but I would prefer the slow quietness to the incredibly loud busy-ness that we have around us today.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what else to say, but I still have the feeling that I'm not done writing this. I can't figure out what it is, so I will just leave it at that, but pray for me, that I can figure things out and make something of myself, because whatever I do I want it to be for God's honor and glory. As long as I focus on Him, things will fall in to place. It's just dodging the debris that's difficult. G'night ya'll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-5463871791100862897?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/5463871791100862897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-couldnt-even-begin-to-come-up-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/5463871791100862897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/5463871791100862897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-couldnt-even-begin-to-come-up-with.html' title='I couldn&apos;t even BEGIN to come up with a title for this.'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-7345982619537723083</id><published>2011-09-05T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T16:48:13.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Complete and Utter Randomness of 8PM on a Day Without School!</title><content type='html'>So I thought I should blog something, since I have the time and all that. I'm taking a different approach to it this time though. Usually, when I blog, I know exactly what I'm going to talk about, certain phrases I'm going to use, and what kind of tone I'm going to take. I put on my "blogging" cap, I guess you could say. Well this time I'm putting on my "unpredictable-crazy-writer" cap on, so prepare yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading about writing. (Yes, you read that right.) I love writing so much. It's something I feel like I HAVE to do. Like breathing. And singing. It's what I am and what I do. I'm practically obsessed. Blogging is the closest I've come here lately to writing. I've got so much homework and other stuff getting in the way and I just don't have time to arrange my private thoughts and then fix them up so I can share them. I haven't even been scribbling on paper, really. Maybe I should start doing everything on the computer and typing things up. I spend enough of my time on a computer anyhow. It's definitely something to look into. (If I do, I'll let you guys know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, today's been pre' great! It's pouring the rain, which means I can enjoy it, unlike when it's thundering and lighting and I wanna go hide under my bed. So you know what I've done all day? Lemme tell ya! Nothing! A whole lot of nothing! I ate waffles and laid in the bed instead of exercising them off. I played with my dog in the rain (and I'm going to again, once I'm done with this!). I sang a LOT and tried to record myself singing Scarborough Fair, but I never kept any of them, because the phone would ring, or I'd get a text, or I'd start coughing mid-song then finally my voice gave out. It was fun, till the end. Now I have random song lyrics popping in my head and I made myself laugh at some of them! I mean when you go from Beyonce to Chipmunks in 3.5 seconds it gets interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on! I'm going through a new obsession, not that I'm over the last one (I love you, Celtic Thunder!!). I watched Lost In Austen about Pride and Prejudice. Then I watched Pride and Prejudice. Then I watched ANOTHER version of Pride and Prejudice. Then I downloaded some Jane Austen eBooks. Then we went all the way to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble for a copy of Pride and Prejudice (because even though Nooks and Kindles are very handy, 15 and a half inch laptops are...not). Oh, and when I got there, I found a 1200 page, $20, blue and white flower covered hardback with seven, count 'em, SEVEN Austen books! I. Am. In. LOVE! Sadly, a 1200 page hardback, isn't as "portable" as one might need when going through an Austen frenzy. Oh well! I'll figure out some way! My arms may fall off by the time I'm done reading it, but I WILL read it! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ya'll love me? I've typed all this stuff and only talked about writing (or the lack, thereof), singing til I couldn't sing no more, and a 50 pound book! So I think I shall leave you with these ginormous paragraphs! Do with them what you will. Read it all, skim through it, or ignore it completely, you're pick! But everyone will see what I write next! Ya ready? Here it comes....................&lt;span class="Yd"&gt;&lt;span class="ze"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Yd"&gt;&lt;span class="ze"&gt;CUTE-LIL-BABY-HIPPO-WANTS-A-BITE-OF-YOUR-TACO!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's you're move! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-7345982619537723083?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/7345982619537723083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/09/complete-and-utter-randomness-of-8pm-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/7345982619537723083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/7345982619537723083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/09/complete-and-utter-randomness-of-8pm-on.html' title='Complete and Utter Randomness of 8PM on a Day Without School!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-8648659020168521822</id><published>2011-08-27T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T15:14:20.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I completely wouldn't mind if you don't read this at all. 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&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am a dreamer. I can’t help it, that’s just the way I am. And I like it that way. I need to be with dreamers. I need to be a part of whatever it is that’s beyond words. Because, though I love words, there are other ways, better ways, to express things. Music. That’s the one. I can hear the music. God’s music. The music of the universe that is constantly being played. If you listen, just stop and listen, you can hear it too. The wind, even the tiniest bit, is the flute of heaven. The loud gusts are all the stringed instruments making themselves known. I am music. Well, I might as well be. I love music. I love the feeling you get when you hear that perfect song. It makes me think of when you’re riding down the road with your head back, eyes closed, and the wind making a mess out of your hair. And when I sing the music, it may be the greatest feeling in the world, aside from love. Because me, I’m different. I don’t listen to music. I feel it. I breathe it in deep and I live it. In the few minutes that song is playing, I’m in the song. Right there. Traveling through time, between worlds. Constantly having to come back to this, the dreariest of all. Am I the only one capable of feeling this way? It seems like it. Surely, there must be someone, somewhere. And surely we’re supposed to meet. Sometime. In this moment, I feel alone. Yes, I have tons and tons of friends and family who love me and I love them and it’s just perfectly amazing. And yes, I am saved by the one and only and thus incomparable God, who loves me, and I love Him. But there’s one certain person missing from my life. And God’s told me that. So I’m not worried, really. But this deep feeling of longing is just something I can’t shake. I listen to music, watch a movie, or read a book, and it just all floods back trying to take over. That’s when I start writing. I crank up the music…and I write. I fall into this melancholy type of attitude and it’s hard to get myself out. That’s where I am right now, and I don’t mind it that much. This kind of thinking, deep searches within myself, I sort of feel like it’s dangerous. Don’t ask me why, because I have no clue. I’m pouring out my heart and soul onto this paper, and I don’t know what to do other than just keep writing, keep thinking. Then I’ll come out of it because the inspiration will be gone. I’ll be done. For now. And I’ll go on my merry way. Because I am the bouncy, optimistic person that everyone sees. I’m just this person too, sometimes. I’m just…a dreamer. A hopeless romantic. Yeah, that sounds about right. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-8648659020168521822?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/8648659020168521822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-completely-wouldnt-mind-if-you-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/8648659020168521822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/8648659020168521822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-completely-wouldnt-mind-if-you-dont.html' title='I completely wouldn&apos;t mind if you don&apos;t read this at all. In fact, I&apos;d encourage that.'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-5479947890117983734</id><published>2011-08-26T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T08:38:20.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Photographic Memories"</title><content type='html'>So I just came up with the name! It's totally great! If I ever had a photography studio I would call it "Photographic Memories!" It's just cute! And professional sounding. But, yeah! So I've changed my blog a bit, one of the tabs is different, and the background...is awesome! I hate that it repeats the way it does, but that's just how it is....&lt;br /&gt;Anywho! I have to share these pics with you guys! They're for my photography class &amp;amp; I am very proud of them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DPZxENPdI1M/Tle948uYQeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/TdPPib4Kff8/s1600/295818_242217369150628_100000870996340_679148_5904614_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DPZxENPdI1M/Tle948uYQeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/TdPPib4Kff8/s320/295818_242217369150628_100000870996340_679148_5904614_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CJ_JFA6Z2jM/Tle95MF23WI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hKgbhs-RBnw/s1600/321643_242223979149967_100000870996340_679163_6915214_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CJ_JFA6Z2jM/Tle95MF23WI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hKgbhs-RBnw/s320/321643_242223979149967_100000870996340_679163_6915214_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-5479947890117983734?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/5479947890117983734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/08/photographic-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/5479947890117983734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/5479947890117983734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/08/photographic-memories.html' title='&quot;Photographic Memories&quot;'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DPZxENPdI1M/Tle948uYQeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/TdPPib4Kff8/s72-c/295818_242217369150628_100000870996340_679148_5904614_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-5572083990983982124</id><published>2011-08-16T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T17:41:45.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Must Blog This!</title><content type='html'>Yes, Indeed I must! What is this all about you may ask? Well let me tell ya.....&lt;br /&gt;I've been seriously considering some things (by considering I mean praying 24/7 except when I was paying attention in class (so almost 24/7) kidding!). Anywho, here's the deal! God has finally settled some things for me, unless He decides to change them later on! First of all I will not be auditioning for something that I had talked myself into for the most part. Nope, I'm not gonna tell you what it is, but if you ask me in person....I might. ;) The other thing...I know what I'm going to major in! Library Science! Yeah, now you're thinking "Big whoop, we already knew that, ya nerd!" The thing is that you knew that, and I knew that, but I didn't KNOW that. Until yesterday at least! The big thing I've been contemplating isn't completely settled, but I think the big idea is. There's still a little chance that I might maybe may do this someday in the distant future, and it's totally possible, but not right now. Yes, if you ask me personally I might tell you this too....maybe. Isn't it fun being so secretive? I think so! Anyways peeps, I just HAD to give a bit of a Hallelujah update since I finally have some peace about the subject! TTFN(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-5572083990983982124?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/5572083990983982124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-must-blog-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/5572083990983982124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/5572083990983982124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-must-blog-this.html' title='I Must Blog This!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-7026963609304351857</id><published>2011-08-13T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T19:31:34.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm quoting a song again!</title><content type='html'>I've had a song stuck in my head (several actually, but we'll ignore the others). The song is by Sidewalk Prophets and I'm sure you've heard it. Here's the chorus:&lt;br /&gt;"When did love become unmoving?&lt;br /&gt;When did love become unconsuming?&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting what the world has taught me&lt;br /&gt;Father of love, You can have me&lt;br /&gt;You can have me!"&lt;br /&gt;I really wish I had written this song! I love it dearly and it hits right where I need to be. The part I've been concentrating on is the part you usually don't pay much attention to. Can you guess??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;It's the line that says "Forgetting what the world has taught me." I'm struggling with that (being the romantic that I am). I wrote a whole huge paragraph that really could've been three paragraphs but I tried to copy &amp;amp; paste something and it deleted it and now it's so late I don't feel like retyping all that. So maybe I will tomorrow since I know it won't leave my head (or my heart). I've been praying really hard, and trying to listen (but I'm such a terrible listener!). I've got several things that I'm trying to figure out. I know God will share his plan with me when it's time but I wish I knew a bit of it so I could kinda get ready. College is now, really and I need to figure out what I'm going to do. I graduate high school in 2 full years and....well...I don't know what I'm going to do. I had this whole plan worked out but I think God's changing it. I just wish I knew how exactly. Anywho it's late so I'm going to bed! G'night all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-7026963609304351857?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/7026963609304351857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-quoting-song-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/7026963609304351857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/7026963609304351857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-quoting-song-again.html' title='I&apos;m quoting a song again!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-8729725612658797660</id><published>2011-08-07T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T13:23:23.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TGP</title><content type='html'>So I must admit...I'm hooked on The Glee Project! Surprising, right? I know, but I blame Damian McGinty! Me, being the devoted fan that I am! I had to watch...and I was loving it at first! Saying "I could do this" and "I would love to do that."&amp;nbsp;Now the show is just making me mad! These people have no sense! It's mean, I know, but I am soooo hoping that Damian doesn't get on the show! Just put me out of my misery already! If he won then I would HAVE to watch Glee, because who can resist?! Anyway, last week when Cameron left&amp;nbsp;and well...just everything that happened in that episode makes me soooo mad that I wish they would just finish this thing fast &amp;amp; I can be on my way! Poor Damian deserves so much better! I mean clearly they want to change people. They keep saying "I want to see the real you" and then tell them that they need to act this way and be that way. It's hypocracy! And don't even get me started on Alex and all HIS issues! He should've been gone a long time ago! Hannah and Cameron, I like and Lindsay is okay. Samuel is...well..Samuel. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Mk, I needed to get that all out. Thanks for listening to my blubbering(: Team DAMO! He's the greatest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-8729725612658797660?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/8729725612658797660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/08/tgp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/8729725612658797660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/8729725612658797660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/08/tgp.html' title='TGP'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-2491458137482617145</id><published>2011-08-06T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T18:47:50.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation is over!</title><content type='html'>Ah, well I'm back home...update in bullet form (stolen from Nikki Carswell haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Latin ends Monday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;School starts Tuesday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Busch Gardens was cool but Carowinds is about equal (except that they don't have Celtic Fyre!).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Water Country USA is like the greatest thing ever! And Vanish Point rocks!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Colonial Williamsburg is awesome if you have the time to enjoy it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going back &amp;amp; forth between the ocean &amp;amp; the pool does horrid things to already fluffy hair!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got a new laptop!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm STILL reading the Princess Bride and I don't recommend reading it if you know the movie WORD FOR WORD. It's kinda disappointing at parts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am loving the book Stardust but so far...the movie is better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We just bought Dear John (the movie, not the book) and I can't wait to watch it again!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I STILL haven't read Eragon and I may not be able to once school starts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The regular school day has 4 classes in it...my schedule says I have 5 (which we planned on).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Turns out, I was signed up for 7!!!! as in SEVEN!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll probably take 6 since one of the extras was a class I wanted but was told I probably couldn't get in.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The only play I'll be able to do is probably the Christmas Carol for FPA...IF I get in.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our church Christmas play will be awesome though, I'm sure(:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm searching for this cool skit we saw at the church we went to on the beach...no luck so far. I refuse to fail! Haha! That about does it I think. G'night!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-2491458137482617145?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/2491458137482617145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/08/vacation-is-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/2491458137482617145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/2491458137482617145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/08/vacation-is-over.html' title='Vacation is over!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-1348229792962837882</id><published>2011-07-28T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T08:54:23.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Princess Bride: Halfway through chapter one &amp; I was already going "I LOVE THIS BOOK!"</title><content type='html'>So I've FINALLY got my hands on a copy of The Princess Bride!! (It's the abridged version though, since the original has been out of print for decades.) I must say, I am only through chapter 3 &amp;amp; I have never loved a book so much in my life! (Though I must exclude Narnia &amp;amp; The Bible from that for various (&amp;amp; rather obvious) reasons.) I have no idea why I'm putting this so weirdly, chalk it up to the book because they talk rather differently &amp;amp; it is most definitely in my head at the moment! I don't care though! I'm going back to this amazing book! Vacation is tomorrow &amp;amp; I may not sleep again until I've read it all the way through! So I guess it's a good thing that it's the abridged version, otherwise I'd be up all night reading 75 pages or princess lessons &amp;amp; nearly 50 pages about hats and an entire chapter about the bloodline of the royals (I'm a really fast reader.). Still yet, I may have to get my hands on an original copy one day. I am such a classic junky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-1348229792962837882?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/1348229792962837882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/07/princess-bride-halfway-through-chapter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/1348229792962837882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/1348229792962837882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/07/princess-bride-halfway-through-chapter.html' title='The Princess Bride: Halfway through chapter one &amp; I was already going &quot;I LOVE THIS BOOK!&quot;'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-8082484539291752815</id><published>2011-07-26T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T19:19:32.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In case you haven't noticed...</title><content type='html'>...I changed the name of my blog! (Formerly "This Is The Blog Of A Tree Huggin Dog Lover" in case you just weren't paying attention)&lt;br /&gt;The reason for the change? I've changed! And so has my writing/blogging.&lt;br /&gt;I was really torn on what exactly the name should be (props to Kelsey for helping me decide!) and though I had several things that ALSO described me I knew that they too would probably change like the last title. Another thing I know is that God will never change! So I decided that the new title should have something to do with Him! It is, after all, because of him that I write. He gives me words. And whether those words end up in books or simply on this blog, I always want to use them to praise His name,&lt;br /&gt;To add MY Hallelujah to His song,&lt;br /&gt;And my chapter to His Book called Life!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-8082484539291752815?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/8082484539291752815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/07/in-case-you-havent-noticed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/8082484539291752815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/8082484539291752815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/07/in-case-you-havent-noticed.html' title='In case you haven&apos;t noticed...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-8965721227978987048</id><published>2011-07-25T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T13:21:05.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4sRbP1QJs90/Ti3QKFwZ-AI/AAAAAAAAAfE/mJRS-6grnDI/s1600/dragons.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4sRbP1QJs90/Ti3QKFwZ-AI/AAAAAAAAAfE/mJRS-6grnDI/s1600/dragons.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-8965721227978987048?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/8965721227978987048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/07/dragons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/8965721227978987048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/8965721227978987048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/07/dragons.html' title='Dragons'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4sRbP1QJs90/Ti3QKFwZ-AI/AAAAAAAAAfE/mJRS-6grnDI/s72-c/dragons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-4948533100365615176</id><published>2011-07-25T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T12:24:30.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Small Checklist</title><content type='html'>Today:&lt;br /&gt;Written test for Driver's Ed? - Check!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow: &lt;br /&gt;1 Hour Training for Hospice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday &amp;amp; Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;Survive til Friday&lt;br /&gt;Cram as much Latin as you possibly can in the small amount of time you have&lt;br /&gt;Make list of things to take on vacation&lt;br /&gt;Check list&lt;br /&gt;Pack&lt;br /&gt;Re-Pack&lt;br /&gt;Go to bed waaaaaaaaaay early on Thursday night because....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;2am: Wal-mart trip&lt;br /&gt;4am(ish): Leave for (a MUCH needed) VACATION!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I do LOVE checklists! Especially when they end in vacation! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-4948533100365615176?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/4948533100365615176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/07/small-checklist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/4948533100365615176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/4948533100365615176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/07/small-checklist.html' title='A Small Checklist'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-6852128505967054780</id><published>2011-07-22T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T20:06:32.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith Like A Child</title><content type='html'>Noah may be the sweetest little boy in the world! I was over @ their house today &amp;amp; I got to babysit for a little while! I was riding Hannah around in her little car &amp;amp; Noah was on his bike.&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Come on! Follow me, I'll show ya the way!" So I was pushing Hannah's car around behind him when he stopped.&lt;br /&gt;He goes "Hold on! We got us a big ole transfer truck stopped in front of us! We gotta get somebody that's big enough to move him outa our way!" Then he looked up and went "Dear God, me and my sister need to get by this big ole truck! Will you please pick him up and throw him in the garbage so we can move on!" He waited a second and started making noises, then he turned to me.&lt;br /&gt;"Did you see that! God just picked that transfer truck up with His big ole hand and moved him right outa our way! Now, come on! Follow me!"&lt;br /&gt;He is so precious! I love that boy with all my heart! I hope I can always have faith like a little kid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-6852128505967054780?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/6852128505967054780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/07/faith-like-child.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/6852128505967054780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/6852128505967054780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/07/faith-like-child.html' title='Faith Like A Child'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-67502929569165532</id><published>2011-07-22T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T12:45:17.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Many, America?</title><content type='html'>How many of our own unborn children must you kill, before you start to care?&lt;br /&gt;How many drunks must murder, because you "need" their money?&lt;br /&gt;How many criminals must be set free, because it's inhumane to punish them?&lt;br /&gt;How much innocence must you sacrifice, before it is all gone?&lt;br /&gt;How many, America?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long will we pay the price?&lt;br /&gt;How long will they give their lives?&lt;br /&gt;How long will it take for you to realize,&lt;br /&gt;America is against life.&lt;br /&gt;Against Humanity, Christianity, &amp;amp; eventually....America will be against freedom.&lt;br /&gt;Is it humane to let killers walk free, yet kill our own every day?&lt;br /&gt;Is it humane to send soldiers across the world to fight a war you won't let them win?&lt;br /&gt;How do you live with yourself, America? &amp;amp; Then ask God to bless you? You should beg God to save you, and all your people. So that you may again be the Land of the Free &amp;amp; the Home of the Brave, because today you aren't even close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ This is pretty odd stuff for me to be writing (&amp;amp; it's not supposed 2 be like a poem or anything), but all this has been boiling in me for a long time now &amp;amp; I had to get it out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-67502929569165532?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/67502929569165532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/07/how-many-america.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/67502929569165532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/67502929569165532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/07/how-many-america.html' title='How Many, America?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-3957708949286404428</id><published>2011-07-15T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T08:47:13.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celtic Thunder - STORM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/TheThunderTube"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/TheThunderTube&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yepp, new Celtic Thunder-ness!!! I. Can't. Wait! I am most definitely asking for CT tickets for my birthday! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-3957708949286404428?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/3957708949286404428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/07/celtic-thunder-storm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/3957708949286404428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/3957708949286404428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/07/celtic-thunder-storm.html' title='Celtic Thunder - STORM!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-9188962610442947060</id><published>2011-07-13T19:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T19:40:46.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just love this poem &amp; had to post it for no apparent reason(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Stopping by woods on a snowy evening&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Robert Frost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose woods these are I think I know.&lt;br /&gt;His house is in the village though;&lt;br /&gt;He will not see me stopping here&lt;br /&gt;To watch his woods fill up with snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little horse must think it queer&lt;br /&gt;To stop without a farmhouse near&lt;br /&gt;Between the woods and frozen lake&lt;br /&gt;The darkest evening of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gives his harness bells a shake&lt;br /&gt;To ask if there is some mistake.&lt;br /&gt;The only other sound's the sweep&lt;br /&gt;Of easy wind and downy flake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woods are lovely, dark and deep.&lt;br /&gt;But I have promises to keep,&lt;br /&gt;And miles to go before I sleep,&lt;br /&gt;And miles to go before I sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-9188962610442947060?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/9188962610442947060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-just-love-this-poem-had-to-post-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/9188962610442947060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/9188962610442947060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-just-love-this-poem-had-to-post-it.html' title='I just love this poem &amp; had to post it for no apparent reason(:'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-4307860056833584404</id><published>2011-07-13T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T19:17:01.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VolunTEEN!</title><content type='html'>I AM OFFICIALLY A HOSPICE VOLUNTEEN!!!! Today was my last day of training &amp;amp; tomorrow we get to do some kind of a circus thingy (which means I'll but running from clowns all day but.....)! I'm SOOOO excited! I'm gonna dress completely crazy (since there is NO WAY they're gonna get me to look like a clown in any way, shape, or form!). I'm talking ty-die and rainbows all out! I can't wait to get started! Wish me luck! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-4307860056833584404?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/4307860056833584404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/07/volunteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/4307860056833584404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/4307860056833584404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/07/volunteen.html' title='VolunTEEN!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-1393815314125382046</id><published>2011-07-12T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T04:56:42.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Dog Lover" Part</title><content type='html'>Well I wouldn't be true to the title of this blog if I didn't say something sometimes about my puppie dawg! Yesterday, when I was walking him I realized that I was getting eat up by the bugs. I realized I hadn't given Mater his Addams flea, tick &amp;amp; altogether insect protection spray stuff. So, of course, I went and grabbed the bottle and got to spraying! Well he hates the stuff and he always rolls around in anything and rubs up against everything because (I guess) the stuff is itchy. Here's where it gets funny (:P)! Our yard is a slanted and there's this one part that's, I don't know, maybe 6 feet wide and that's where we were. So I sprayed him and he starts squirming in the grass. Well he's wiping his head in it and rolling around, that kind of thing, when he starts rubbing up the bank, then back down, and up and down. He rubbed himself in a worm kinda shape all the way across that part of the yard until he gets to the end of that section. Then he just got up and walked off! He was done, just like that. Meanwhile I'm about to start rolling in the grass myself because I'm laughing so hard! His hair was all messed up and sticking out in every direction and the hair on his head looked like a mo-hawk almost! I wish I'd had a camera! Lol(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-1393815314125382046?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/1393815314125382046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/07/dog-lover-part.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/1393815314125382046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/1393815314125382046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/07/dog-lover-part.html' title='The &quot;Dog Lover&quot; Part'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-2146960034948548193</id><published>2011-07-11T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T07:13:45.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will vacation ever come?!? I need a break from summer!</title><content type='html'>Strange title, I know, but sadly very true! This summer is killing me! &amp;amp; I haven't gotten to do any of the things I had planned on. All I do is sit at the stupid computer and do Latin all day long! If I didn't sit and do Latin all day I would be failing, oh wait, I'm already doing that anyway! I'm too stressed for this to be summer break! This summer was supposed to be all about reading, and writing, resting, and enjoying being an aunt, with a little Latin thrown in for some credits! But this is tearing me down, ya'll! I feel like I have no time for anything and too much to do! Except, when I sit down and relax a little I get a guilt trip, sometimes from me sometimes from my parents. I feel like standing up and screaming "I'M TOO YOUNG FOR THIS!!!!!!" I have one summer break left! Already, I have plans for next summer! I will be volunteering at Hospice and probably the library too, as well as taking English 4... I'm already signed up for an additional class this fall as well as beginning to volunteer at Hospice! I love acting and doing plays but because of academics I don't have time for it! I want so badly to just be able to enjoy a semester or summer or something! All this is too stressing for a 16 year old! Or at least one like me. I feel like I'm in some kind of mad dash to graduation, when all I wanna do is sit back and enjoy the rest of high school! I'm third in my class and I want to be at the top...but I just don't know if it's worth driving myself crazy and wearing myself out over! And college is going to be even worse! I don't want to start living once I'm done pushing myself through school! And that's how it feels to me! Advice from anyone? I could use it! That is if anyone even reads it, if not that's fine I needed to get these babblings and complaints out anyways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-2146960034948548193?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/2146960034948548193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/07/will-vacation-ever-come-i-need-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/2146960034948548193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/2146960034948548193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/07/will-vacation-ever-come-i-need-break.html' title='Will vacation ever come?!? I need a break from summer!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-415552416245186867</id><published>2011-07-08T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T04:57:20.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Prayer</title><content type='html'>My prayer is that I will always be looking up. That I will do the will of God no matter what seems to stand in my way, what people say, do, or how they make me feel. My prayer is that I can write things that will please Him and be a blessing to others.&amp;nbsp; I want to be a blazing arrow pointing the way to the Savior in a world of darkness. My prayer is that His will be my will, His heart be my heart, and His desires be my desires. I want to&amp;nbsp; mirror God! My prayer is that I will be a witness and a light to everyone I come in contact with, especially all the little ones that I adore so much! My prayer is that I can walk with Him daily and bring Him glory and honor in everything I say and do. I want others to KNOW that I am different. That HE IS REAL. And that I AM HIS. My prayer is that I will never hinder anyone in anyway from doing what God would have them do. I pray that the Lord will give me the wisdom of Solomon, the heart of David, and the mindset of John.&lt;br /&gt;"This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine!"&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, give me your eyes."&lt;br /&gt;"Lead me to the cross where Your love poured out!"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't wanna go through the motions."&lt;br /&gt;"Light up the sky and show me that you are with me"&lt;br /&gt;"In my heart and my soul, Lord I give you control. Consume me from the inside out, Lord"&lt;br /&gt;"I AM YOURS."&lt;br /&gt;This is my prayer. That God will let me sing HIS song throughout my life. That I will be a small character in His book of glory. And that I will have many crowns to cast at His feet.&lt;br /&gt;"I can only imagine!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-415552416245186867?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/415552416245186867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-prayer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/415552416245186867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/415552416245186867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-prayer.html' title='My Prayer'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-4598316811403102110</id><published>2011-06-27T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T09:42:09.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord, I am YOURS</title><content type='html'>"Who am I, that the Lord of all the earth&lt;br /&gt;Would care to know my name&lt;br /&gt;Would care to feel my hurt&lt;br /&gt;Who am I, that the Bright and Morning Star&lt;br /&gt;Would choose to light the way&lt;br /&gt;For my ever wandering heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a flower quickly fading&lt;br /&gt;Here today and gone tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;A wave tossed in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;A vapor in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Still You hear me when I'm calling&lt;br /&gt;Lord, You catch me when I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;And You've told me who I am&lt;br /&gt;I am Yours, I am Yours"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like this song is on a constant loop in my heart (well this song and Steal Away by Celtic Thunder, cause who wouldn't wanna steal away with them? :D ) I've been struggling with that next to last line of the chorus. "You've told me who I am." Aside from the fact that I am, in fact, His, He hasn't told me anymore than that. I mean I know that God WILL gradually show me his plan for my life, but I guess I'm kind of worried that I won't be looking. I've been struggling with a certain something that's between me and Him (but I would appreciate prayer). This is all I've been able to think about during Bible school this past week. I just want to be ready to do what God wants me to, and not what I may want or back down because I'm afraid to go for it. Because this is definitely NOT something I plan to do. It's something I've planned to avoid. I know that if this certain thing is what He wants then He'll open a door but I think it's gonna take a little more than that. God's gonna have to bust open that door and throw me through it (figuratively, of course). I sort of feel like that's a bad thing to be saying but I know it's true. I don't know that I have what it takes, but I know that nothing is impossible with God. So pray for me...that God will settle this and I won't doubt one little bit that its what He wants for...and mostly that I will be ready to do whatever it takes, to face whatever I need to face and be the Christian that God wants me to be. Because I am HIS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-4598316811403102110?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/4598316811403102110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/06/lord-i-am-yours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/4598316811403102110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/4598316811403102110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/06/lord-i-am-yours.html' title='Lord, I am YOURS'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-2108988749225325424</id><published>2011-04-27T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T07:24:23.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me!</title><content type='html'>I'm 16 today! Woot! My Facebook wall is being written on constantly! I had cotton candy for breakfast and I plan on having Breyers Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Icecream (with Mrs. Field's cookie dough!) for dinner! My teeth hurt (thanks to the ortho yesterday, blahhhh!) but I shall manage! The cool thing about having a birthday today is that Olivia and my Uncle have the same birthday so that means LOTS of celebrating! Fun Fun!! Dad's driving my NEW CAR until I can! I'm very jealous! Hope you have an awesome day too! Thanks to everyone for making my 16th Sweet! &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-2108988749225325424?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/2108988749225325424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-birthday-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/2108988749225325424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/2108988749225325424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday To Me!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-3742319841520344783</id><published>2011-04-07T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T14:09:41.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He Can Write It Better Than I Can!!</title><content type='html'>So, something hit me today, but first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you took the time to start reading this then you probably know by now that I want to be a writer (if you didn't then SURPRISE!). I do. Very much. I love stories and words and reading and all that good stuff. I try to write everything down, no matter how random or stupid. And I've had a few brilliant (or at least what I consider brilliant) ideas. And I do plan to write for as long as I possibly can, even (and especially) if it's only for my own pleasure. Back to what hit me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading blogs, and Facebook statuses and all kinds of wonderful things like that, when an idea hit me. And I've had this idea, or thought (to put it a little better) before just not the same way, if you can make any sense out of that. Everyone has a story. (You just sighed didn't you? Or thought a little something like "Wow, really? People are only saying that ALL the time!") But it hit me a little differently than simply that. A while back I attempted to write a song. I failed epically. But it's okay because I'm still learning (because writing is a learned skill after all, no matter what teachers tell you in school). So I had this idea, though very tiny, and the words that came in my head just didn't quite work well for a poem....hence the song. Hopefully I will be able to turn this "song" into a poem sometime this summer. Anyways part of the chorus says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You gotta Stop, take a breath, say a prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And know that the Lord is with you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give up all your worries to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will all work out in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because perfect is his plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can write it better than you can!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did experiment with the idea a little bit (you'll understand how the two fit together in a bit). Oh and I must say this is the first time I've let any of my precious thoughts/writing/chicken scratch, as I sometimes call it, leave my hands. So you should feel special now! I did show these to some friends and was told that I wrote a Country song (Yeah, Thanks for that Ya'll). This totally surprised because in writing my little "song" I never considered a melody or anything like a rhythm, just the words. So I was especially shocked to find out that my rhythmless song was country...Go Figure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But putting my little attempt song-writing aside and going back to the main idea. What really hit me today was that everyone has a story. And whether they include God or not, He's there. Always. Without fail. You can hear amazing stories of faith where God has brought people through the toughest situations imaginable and it makes you think "Wow, we have an amazing God!" and sometimes even "I wish I had a story that impacted people that much!" But what we don't stop to think a lot of times is that everyone really does have a story. And all of that is a part of one story...God's autobiography entitled "Life." And each and every one of us is a main character! How amazing is that!?! &lt;br /&gt;We all want to fall in love (and it seems to me that teenagers do especially, but what do I know?) but God's love is so much more amazing and magnificent than anything we can share with each other! Our love can be all kinds of things but God's love...it's the DEFINITION! We have all kinds of love stories and such, and I especially enjoy them, but there's nothing like the story of Jesus! Writers, even the greatest ones like C.S. Lewis and David from the Bible, can hardly begin to explain! And David was a man after God's own heart! I use C.S. Lewis as an example because I really want to quote him! The very last paragraph of the Chronicles of Narnia Series says this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Aslan says softly, "Your father and mother and all of you are - as you call it in the Shadowlands - dead. The term is over: the holidays have begun. The dream is ended: this is the morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as he spoke, He no longer looked to them like a lion, but the things that began to happen after that were so great and beautiful that I cannot write them. And for us this is the end of all the stories, and we can most truly say that they all lived happily ever after. But for them it was only the beginning of the real story. All their life in this world and their adventures in Narnia had only been the cover and titled page: now at last they were beginning Chapter One of the Great Story which no one on earth has read: which goes on forever and ever: in which every chapter is better than the one before."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all of this came to me a little bit ago, and as usual I had to write it down like I do with everything. But I really truly love this idea! And I think I'm going to hold onto it as sort of my philosophy. God is writing my story...and He can write it better than I can!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-3742319841520344783?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/3742319841520344783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/04/he-can-write-it-better-than-i-can.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/3742319841520344783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/3742319841520344783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/04/he-can-write-it-better-than-i-can.html' title='He Can Write It Better Than I Can!!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-2557029159382736083</id><published>2011-03-06T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T11:17:24.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bird is the Word</title><content type='html'>The spring is coming! And with the spring comes the birds. And their chipper little chirping, a sound that we normally welcome. Not when it is in your house! Bird number 2 is in our food closet under the stairs right now. I've retreated upstairs because it's creeping me out! Since our porch is still under construction (and its raining!) birds keep finding their way through the cracks under the porch and into the closet. Bird number 1 scared Mom half to death yesterday while I was still in bed. It found its way out of the closet and Mom shooed it out the door. Now we're just waiting for this one to do the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Bu6TKkyLzaU/TXPdaZTMatI/AAAAAAAAARA/GL4QfkQlhxc/s1600/bird_worm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Bu6TKkyLzaU/TXPdaZTMatI/AAAAAAAAARA/GL4QfkQlhxc/s320/bird_worm.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And since I've blogged about birds I can't resist this little joke/saying! It's certainly something worth considering!&lt;br /&gt;"The early bird gets the worm! But........&lt;br /&gt;The second mouse gets the cheese!!"&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-2557029159382736083?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/2557029159382736083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/03/bird-is-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/2557029159382736083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/2557029159382736083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/03/bird-is-word.html' title='Bird is the Word'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Bu6TKkyLzaU/TXPdaZTMatI/AAAAAAAAARA/GL4QfkQlhxc/s72-c/bird_worm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-3655199582013939671</id><published>2011-03-04T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T16:16:21.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Haircut!!</title><content type='html'>Well I got a haircut yesterday!! (a little shorter than I like but still...)&lt;br /&gt;Tada!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-9hhPxBYRelo/TXGAdt2B7jI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/0qQCuln7kjg/s1600/110304-190908.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-9hhPxBYRelo/TXGAdt2B7jI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/0qQCuln7kjg/s320/110304-190908.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-3655199582013939671?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/3655199582013939671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-haircut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/3655199582013939671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/3655199582013939671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-haircut.html' title='New Haircut!!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-9hhPxBYRelo/TXGAdt2B7jI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/0qQCuln7kjg/s72-c/110304-190908.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-3285379595563810659</id><published>2011-03-03T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T12:31:16.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Oh-So-Random-Yet-Completely-Amazing Day</title><content type='html'>Today was great! We've been getting ready for our writing test in English 2 (it's Tuesday b.t.w.) and we wrote an amazing paper! Basically, we made up a story about a Redneck vampire falling in love/eating people. Strange, I know, but sooo fun. (My vampire didn't eat people if it makes you feel any better.) The rest of the day was fairly boring in all honesty. On the way home I saw the Blue Ridge Mountains and I was thinking about how beautiful they are and what everything must've looked like before all the big towns and roads when there was just dirt and horses and mountain people. It must've been even more beautiful, especially without all the power lines and such! Another thing I was thinking about is how great it would be to be able to drive. Normally I dread the thought of driving (since my previous attempts have been rather horrible), but I'm kinda of anxious to ride around on a beautiful day like today with the windows down and country music blasting! :D Today was truly full of absolute randomness! Here's a taste:&lt;br /&gt;imaginary monkeys&lt;br /&gt;invisible blue ninjas&lt;br /&gt;The Little Rascals&lt;br /&gt;Snapball&lt;br /&gt;The Princess Bride&lt;br /&gt;the game (you just lost...)&lt;br /&gt;and rabbits wearing hats!&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you with that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-3285379595563810659?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/3285379595563810659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-oh-so-random-yet-completely-amazing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/3285379595563810659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/3285379595563810659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-oh-so-random-yet-completely-amazing.html' title='My Oh-So-Random-Yet-Completely-Amazing Day'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-1839889491276830825</id><published>2011-03-03T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T07:47:47.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been Forever!</title><content type='html'>I think i'm going to start blogging again! Yay!!! It seems like forever since I've been on here. I keep forgetting to capitalize as I type because this isn't Facebook. :P Excited to get started again! Expect randomness!! It's what I'm good at!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-1839889491276830825?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/1839889491276830825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/03/been-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/1839889491276830825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/1839889491276830825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2011/03/been-forever.html' title='Been Forever!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-74550114776542960</id><published>2010-04-19T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T10:22:28.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>Here's a quick update cuz once again I have neglected my blog...oops. In the last month a lot has happened. my grandpa died. We went to Gatlinburg for a women's conference, with Stephen Curtis Chapman and Michael W. Smith. And we had a ton of fun there going to all the shops and stuff. Noah loved the Ripley's aquarium. I loved the Ripley's Haunted Adventure. We got our internet and cable cut off at home so I have...nothing. (I'm at school right now, writing this in case you're wondering) On Friday I went back to Heritage for the Spring Festival and had an awesome time! (I also got to ride in a convertible but I won't say who's) On Saturday I stayed home watching movies most of the day, then we went to the youth revival at church. After that we had to go to Wal-mart, which is really fun late at night (NOT!!). I bought the new Justin Bieber CD My World 2.0 and it's awesomely awesome! (and yes it's possible) On Sunday I taught Sunday school for the 2 and 3 year olds! That was really fun! They listened really well for their age and after that they got to play so I was the most boring part (LOL). Later I asked Noah if he learned anything in class and he said that he did but that I don't know about it...?? That brings me to today, sitting at school, being bored. And the countdowns begin. 8 days til my birthday and 31 days til Summer break!! Well I'm gonna go now that was just a quick update. *^_^*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-74550114776542960?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/74550114776542960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2010/04/quick-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/74550114776542960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/74550114776542960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2010/04/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-3697110112066648906</id><published>2010-03-17T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T12:51:11.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patrick's Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWx6HcuhHHs/S6EyRZwW8YI/AAAAAAAAAH4/cQC6FeLheHk/s1600-h/funny-pictures-your-cat-ate-a-leprechaun1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 373px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449692298647892354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWx6HcuhHHs/S6EyRZwW8YI/AAAAAAAAAH4/cQC6FeLheHk/s320/funny-pictures-your-cat-ate-a-leprechaun1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWx6HcuhHHs/S6EyR_nzX2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/HCbYsYcHdjo/s1600-h/03-17-2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 346px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449692308812554082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWx6HcuhHHs/S6EyR_nzX2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/HCbYsYcHdjo/s320/03-17-2006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWx6HcuhHHs/S6EySADRCMI/AAAAAAAAAII/-wNkgXuCqYA/s1600-h/shamrock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 347px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449692308927744194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWx6HcuhHHs/S6EySADRCMI/AAAAAAAAAII/-wNkgXuCqYA/s320/shamrock.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWx6HcuhHHs/S6EySzZ3iOI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/JkKR4YAWOCc/s1600-h/806624861_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 351px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449692322712750306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWx6HcuhHHs/S6EySzZ3iOI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/JkKR4YAWOCc/s320/806624861_l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/5540033211786786336-3697110112066648906?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/3697110112066648906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/3697110112066648906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/3697110112066648906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html' title='Happy St. Patrick&apos;s Day!!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWx6HcuhHHs/S6EyRZwW8YI/AAAAAAAAAH4/cQC6FeLheHk/s72-c/funny-pictures-your-cat-ate-a-leprechaun1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-7485896064519428274</id><published>2010-02-15T17:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T17:22:37.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Snow Snow Day</title><content type='html'>Welp, about 15 minutes after school was closed today for snow, it stopped snowing. What makes it more ironic is that today was a make-up day for a snow day a few weeks ago. But I'm not complaining, instead of mummifying a chicken (we're studying Ancient Egypt in World History) I got to spend the whole day with Noah. We played monster trucks and we colored and I was his puppy for a little while. I had to eat pepperonis instead of dog food. The things I do for Noah, I despise pepperonis. And I watched StarStruck and Princess Protection Program that Jody had TEVOd for me. I &lt;3 StarStruck! I didn't get to see the end because the memory was full (or something like that) but my aunt had already seen the whole thing so she told me what happened in the end. Overall I had a great day!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-7485896064519428274?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/7485896064519428274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-snow-snow-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/7485896064519428274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/7485896064519428274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-snow-snow-day.html' title='No Snow Snow Day'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-4126298252421024773</id><published>2010-02-15T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T17:01:24.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya Gotta Luv Emails!</title><content type='html'>I love emails! Here's a fun quiz I got in an email from my bff Amber :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1. What time is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:42 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2. What's your full name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie Nicole Nelson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3.What are you most afraid of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clowns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4. What's the most recent movie you've seen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;StarStruck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5. Favorite food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6. What's your natural hair color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blonde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;7. Where were you born?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;8. Ever been skinny dipping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;9. Love someone so much it made you cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10. Ever been in a car accident?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;11.Croutons or bacon bits?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neither&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;12. Ever been on a ship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;13. Favorite flower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a blue one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;14. Favorite day of the week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;15. Favorite sport to watch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ice skating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;16. Warner Brothers or Disney?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;17. Favorite restaurant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denny's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;18. Favorite drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sundrop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;19. Favorite ice cream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;20. What color is your bedroom carpet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have carpet, it's a wooden floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;21.Who will respond to this email the quickest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably Kayla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;22. Who will be the last to respond?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;23. Who is the person that you are most curious to see their responses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;24. How many times did you fail your driver's test?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;none, i haven't even taken it yet :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;25. Last person you went to dinner with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;26. Favorite TV shows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;criminal minds, mentalist, sonny with a chance , jonas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;27. What do you want to do before you die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;live, LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;28. Before this one, from whom did you get your last email?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;29. Which came first the chicken or the egg?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;30. Park or Zoo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;31. Have you ever been overseas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;32. What do you do when you're bored?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read or sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;33. What are your favorite colors?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blue, blue, and blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;34. How many people are you sending this email to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;35. Your usual bedtime?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm I don't really know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;36. How many tatoos do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;37. How many pets do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1, my puppy Mater!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;38. Time you finished this survey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:53 pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-4126298252421024773?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/4126298252421024773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2010/02/ya-gotta-luv-emails.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/4126298252421024773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/4126298252421024773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2010/02/ya-gotta-luv-emails.html' title='Ya Gotta Luv Emails!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-7961871901790339042</id><published>2010-02-12T16:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T16:43:06.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT'S THE BUZZ??</title><content type='html'>Ok so I didn't get to blog in study hall because the principal was in the room almost the whole time. Then I had to ride the bus home and as soon as I got home we went shopping for Annessa's B-day present. (It's awesome but I can't say what it is cuz she might read it and it's supposed to be a surprise.) Anywho so I haven't gotten a chance till now. So what's up?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really I haven't blogged since before Christmas so obviously a lot has happened but guess what!&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember it all, sooooo...&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna pick up from today :)&lt;br /&gt;Today at school I discovered something awesome. GOOGLE BUZZ! I know most people think it's dorky cuz it's just like twitter but I can't have a twitter so it's the closest thing I have to it. And I love it. (If I had a Twitter I'm sure I would love that too) I know I'm not much of a blogger but tweeting is different and I LOVE it. I've been on there updating my profile and sending a tweet (or maybe it's called a buzz??) about once an hour lol. Oh and by the way...&lt;br /&gt;IT'S SNOWING!!!!! I &lt;3 SNOW&lt;br /&gt;SNOWSNOWSNOWSNOWSNOWSNOWSNOWSNOWSNOWSNOWSNOW :):):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-7961871901790339042?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/7961871901790339042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2010/02/been-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/7961871901790339042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/7961871901790339042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2010/02/been-while.html' title='WHAT&apos;S THE BUZZ??'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-7775344282734238853</id><published>2010-02-12T08:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T08:53:11.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OOPS</title><content type='html'>Hey, I completely forgot to blog :P I promise to blog soon. Like in study hall today. Yeah that works I will post a blog in study hall. *_*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-7775344282734238853?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/7775344282734238853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2010/02/oops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/7775344282734238853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/7775344282734238853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2010/02/oops.html' title='OOPS'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-423287089925082093</id><published>2009-12-02T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T15:46:10.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Here's a fun little quiz I got in an email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where have you always wanted to visit?&lt;br /&gt;London and Rome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Favorite animal?&lt;br /&gt;dogs rule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What two things are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Converse and rainbow knee-highs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite item of clothing?&lt;br /&gt;Converse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Favorite school subject?&lt;br /&gt;English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Favorite car?&lt;br /&gt;p.e.a.pod (a blue one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Things you collect?&lt;br /&gt;ummm...nothing really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Favorite holiday?&lt;br /&gt;Easter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Light Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;10. Favorite dessert?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOKIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;Pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite drink?&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks Vanilla Frappiccino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you have your own room?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you go buy one thing at Wal-Mart what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Just one?? What's up with that??&lt;br /&gt;A Kris Allan Cd I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Favorite snack?&lt;br /&gt;JOLLY RANCHER GUMMIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite board game?&lt;br /&gt;tie between Clue and Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Favorite thing to do on a rainy day?&lt;br /&gt;read and and drink hot chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What are you not wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;a helmet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Favorite book?&lt;br /&gt;Princess Ben by Catherine Gilbert Murdock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. You're going to the moon. What did you forget to pack??&lt;br /&gt;My hairbrush!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-423287089925082093?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/423287089925082093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2009/12/quiz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/423287089925082093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/423287089925082093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2009/12/quiz.html' title='Quiz!!!!!!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-7445408689762988507</id><published>2009-11-30T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T04:53:19.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving. I know I did. And I hope nobody got run over black Friday shopping. We waited until 10 before we even left the house (AM if that needs to be clarified) then we went to Wal-mart, the mall, and a couple little stores. Jody got up at 4 and went EVERYWHERE! He loves black Friday shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new favorite movie is Inkheart with Brendan Fraiser. I've watched it five times already. It's awesome! I'm gonna get the book from Bradley and read it. We rented the movie Race to Witch Mountain. It's pretty good too but not as good as Inkheart lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm back at school so I'll try to keep my blog updated!&lt;br /&gt;*^_^*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-7445408689762988507?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/7445408689762988507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/7445408689762988507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/7445408689762988507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-5105548006171352809</id><published>2009-11-24T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T09:55:16.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza 4 Thanksgiving?!?!?</title><content type='html'>No, the name of this post is not a mistake we are indeed having pizza instead of turkey for Thanksgiving. I mean if you really think about it, it kinda makes sense. We eat turkey for most of November because of Thanksgiving. We eat tons of turkey on Thanksgiving. We eat left-over turkey from Thanksgiving for most of December. Then we have turkey again (some of us) for Christmas. And I'm not a big turkey fan anyway (I'm picky.) so I am pro-pizza. If Bradley was here he would protest. lol&lt;br /&gt;So this year we are dooing the usual. Everybody's coming over to our house on Wednesday night (church is on Tuesday this week) and we eat and play games and talk and eat and talk and play cards and eat and talk some more. Yup and we do it until 12pm usually. Oh and my cousins Amanda and Katie are spending the night (Yay!) so we are probably going to sleep late and then play some more games (the wii most likely) and watch movies and eat a TON of POPCORN!!! So That's how we do Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;And then we get to clean and clean and clean and clean some more. Then we get to go black Friday shopping but I don't know if we're going to this year. Mom said we might just stay home. Either way is fine with me cuz everybody knows black Friday shopping is crazy and the people act like animals. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-5105548006171352809?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/5105548006171352809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2009/11/pizza-4-thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/5105548006171352809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/5105548006171352809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2009/11/pizza-4-thanksgiving.html' title='Pizza 4 Thanksgiving?!?!?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-887299259394243417</id><published>2009-11-23T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:57:01.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!!!</title><content type='html'>Hi everybody sorry it's been so long (2 weeks!). I'm so busy lately. Here's what I've been up to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday we went to Witnel and normally this is where I would complain about Mr Bogle but guess what I didn't have him. Angela (Amy's sis) "kidnapped" me into her class. It was great! lol I love being with Ang she's so fun. I wish I had had a teacher like her in third grade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways on Friday I updated my mp3 player and went through and organized and numbered over 150 songs! My "wonderful" little mp3 player doesn't do that automatically. So that's what I did from 4pm to 9pm that was a lot of fun NOT! Anyways at least it's the way I want it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we had the Fall Festival at church. It was really fun but only three of us from the youth showed up so yeah we didn't get to play football or get in the big obstacle course like we did last year. Thanks for the letdown guys! My bff Annessa came though so we got to talk the whole time and thank y'all SO MUCH that we didn't have the giant pig this year to snack on. Seriously that was gross! Anyways we had lots of fun and I ate a ton of Tootsie Rolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now of course it's Monday and I'm at school. We are doing make-up work in computer class and I'm caught up (I think I am at least) so I don't have anything else to do. I guess I'm going to blog tomorrow too. Yay! I can tell you all about what we're doing for Thanksgiving! Whoooo! No School! By the way I hate the whole coming to school 2 days thing. I don't think we should have to come this week at all but oh well I gots ta cum so I guess I will. lol Oh and I got a quiz in an email and I might post it tomorrow too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-887299259394243417?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/887299259394243417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/887299259394243417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/887299259394243417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!!!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-806363048894530522</id><published>2009-11-12T04:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T04:41:21.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mater is 1! Or 7?</title><content type='html'>Most of ya'll know I have a Jack russel terrier puppy named Mater (yes, like Ta-mater but without the ta). Well yesterday was his first b-day. Yay Mater! I don't know exactly when his actual b-day is but I'm gonna say that November 11 is because it's pretty close to what they told us at the pound. I got him on New Years Eve and they said he was six weeks old (we think he was older because he looked way older but whatever) and it was a Wednesday so I figured it'd be a good b-day for him. So now my puppy is 1, or 7 either way he can sing "I'm a big kid (puppy?) now!"&lt;br /&gt;By the way I'm so sorry I haven't blogged in a while. This past weekend we went to the Women of Faith conference. It was awesome! Steven Curtis Chapman was there! He was awesome! Everyone else was awesome too but Steven Curtis Chapman was my favorite. Anyways so we went to that and I've been cleaning my room (trying to at least) and doing homework, eating, sleeping and that's about it (with a little tv time thrown in there somewhere). So I've been busy and I'm sure it's gonna get worse with Christmas coming and all, it always does. Oh well I'll try to blog at least once a week but I'm not making any promises. If you haven't noticed I'm a very busy person, thanks to someone who shall remain nameless (Mom). Oh well that's life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-806363048894530522?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/806363048894530522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2009/11/mater-is-1-or-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/806363048894530522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/806363048894530522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2009/11/mater-is-1-or-7.html' title='Mater is 1! Or 7?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-16372583520192454</id><published>2009-11-02T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:47:40.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently, I'm a nerd</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry I haven't posted in a while. Every spare minute I get I spend reading. Annessa (my bff) calls me a nerd. She's probably right. It seems like every time I go to the library I get another book. I have four right now and yeah I'm reading them all at the same time. I went to the library three times last week and twice the week before. Oh and I went twice the week before that and three times the week before that. If that doesn't prove I'm nerd then remembering all that must! haha Oh well I guess I will just embrace my nerdiness! Rock On Nerds!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-16372583520192454?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/16372583520192454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2009/11/apparently-im-nerd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/16372583520192454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/16372583520192454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2009/11/apparently-im-nerd.html' title='Apparently, I&apos;m a nerd'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-7403901816346271478</id><published>2009-10-28T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T06:37:37.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Witnel Elementary School Trip</title><content type='html'>Hey I'm at Witnel Elementary School right now. We are in computer class. The teacher told us we could do whatever we want so I figured I'd go ahead and blog about it while I'm here. I'm with Mr. Boogle's fifth grade class and this morning they had to write scary stories. Now they are working on their computer skills. One girl told me that she didn't like computer class anymore because all they ever do is work but it looks like they're playing games to me. I guess to them math and reading games are work. I don't know what we're doing next so I will blog it later. Oh and the kindergarteners are going trick-or-treating today through all the classrooms and they just went through this one. They are so cute in their little costumes. Aww! Well I just realized that I'm the only one typing and I'm doing  it really loudly so I'm gonna jump off here. Trick-Or-Treat hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-7403901816346271478?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/7403901816346271478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2009/10/witnel-elementary-school-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/7403901816346271478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/7403901816346271478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2009/10/witnel-elementary-school-trip.html' title='Witnel Elementary School Trip'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-2021276753120047012</id><published>2009-10-26T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T06:30:29.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chad and Nikki</title><content type='html'>My prayers go out to Chad and Nikki. There are some adorable pictures of their precious baby girl on their blog. Here's the address:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chadandnikki.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.chadandnikki.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-2021276753120047012?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/2021276753120047012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2009/10/swine-flu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/2021276753120047012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/2021276753120047012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2009/10/swine-flu.html' title='Chad and Nikki'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-2073230894378038371</id><published>2009-10-16T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T10:07:42.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Renaissance Festival</title><content type='html'>We went to the Renaissance Festival (hope it's spelled right) yesterday and it was POURING THE RAIN!!! Everything was so muddy! There was like 5 inches of mud! We don't get that much snow! Well needless to say I was disappointed because you can't do anything in the rain. It slowed up for a while and I RODE AN ELEPHANT. How awesome is that! I had a candy apple and one of those bread bowl things for lunch. It had meatballs in it and it was soo good. I bought a dragon necklace with a blue marble in it. It's so cool! I love it! My favorite part was the joust though. Now that was awesome! Just like the movies only better! Yeah I had fun, obviously! Well That's all I've done that's been really interesting that I can think of in the past two weeks. Other than homework and we all know how interesting that is. NOT! Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-2073230894378038371?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/2073230894378038371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2009/10/renaissance-festival.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/2073230894378038371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/2073230894378038371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2009/10/renaissance-festival.html' title='Renaissance Festival'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-2172098311312876284</id><published>2009-10-05T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T08:17:08.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions That Haunt Me</title><content type='html'>I got this in an email and I couldn't resist blogging it. Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Can you cry under water?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: green;"&gt;         How important does a person have to be before they are considered         assassinated instead of just murdered?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(0, 14, 239);"&gt;         Why do you have to 'put your two cents in'... but it's only a '&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1254754365_36"&gt;penny         for your thoughts&lt;/span&gt;'?  Where's that extra penny going to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: maroon;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Once you're in heaven, do you get stuck wearing the clothes you were         buried in for eternity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: olive;"&gt;         Why does a round pizza come in a square box?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: navy;"&gt;         What disease did cured ham actually have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: purple;"&gt;         How is it that we put man on the moon before we figured out it would be         a good idea to put wheels on luggage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: gray;"&gt;         Why is it that people say they 'slept like a baby' when babies wake up         like every two hours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;         If a deaf person has to go to court, is it still called a hearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: teal;"&gt;         Why are you IN a movie, but you're ON TV?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(0, 14, 239);"&gt;         Why do people pay to go up tall buildings and then put money in         binoculars to look at things on the ground?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;         Why do doctors leave the room while you change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        They're going to see you naked anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;Why do toasters always have a setting that burns the toast to a         horrible crisp, which no decent human being would eat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: teal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        If Jimmy cracks corn and no one cares, why is there a stupid song about         him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: green;"&gt;         If the professor on &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1254754365_37"&gt;Gilligan's Island&lt;/span&gt; can make a radio out of a         coconut, why can't he fix a hole in a boat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: olive;"&gt;         Why does Goofy stand erect while &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1254754365_38"&gt;Pluto&lt;/span&gt; remains on all fours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: olive;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        They're both dogs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        If Wile E. Coyote had enough money to buy all that ACME stuff, why         didn't he just buy dinner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: purple;"&gt;         If corn oil is made from corn, and vegetable oil is made from         vegetables, what is baby oil made from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: navy;"&gt;Do the &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1254754365_39"&gt;Alphabet song&lt;/span&gt; and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star have the same         tune?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: purple;"&gt;         Why did you just try singing the two songs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Did you ever notice that when you blow in a dog's face, he gets mad at         you, but when you take him for a car ride, he sticks his head out the         window?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: purple;"&gt;Why do we press harder on a remote control when we know the batteries         are getting dead? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Why do banks charge a fee on 'insufficient funds' when they know there         is not enough money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: teal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 Why does someone believe you when you say they came from a monkey,         but check when you say the paint is wet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: olive;"&gt;Why do they use sterilized needles for death by lethal injection? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: maroon;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 Why doesn't &lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1254754365_40"&gt;Tarzan&lt;/span&gt; have a beard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 Why does &lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1254754365_41"&gt;Superman&lt;/span&gt; stop bullets with his chest, but ducks when you throw         a revolver at him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 Why do Kamikaze pilots wear helmets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;If people evolved from apes,&lt;br /&gt;        why are there still apes?&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 Why is it that no matter what color bubble bath you use the bubbles are         always white?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: olive;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Is there ever a day that mattresses&lt;br /&gt;        are not on sale?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 Why do people constantly return to the refrigerator with hopes that         something new to eat will have materialized?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 Why do people keep running over a string a dozen times with their         vacuum cleaner, then reach down, pick it up, examine it, then put it         down to give the vacuum one more chance? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 Why is it that no plastic bag will open from the end on your first try?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        How do those dead bugs get into those enclosed light fixtures?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: teal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 When we are in the supermarket and someone rams our ankle with a         shopping cart then apologizes for doing so, why do we say, 'It's all         right?' Well, it isn't all right, so why don't we say, 'That really         hurt, why don't you watch where you're going?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Why is it that whenever you attempt to catch something that's falling         off the table you always manage to knock something else over? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: olive;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        In winter why do we try to keep the house as warm as it was in summer         when we complained about the heat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: maroon;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        How come you never hear father-in-law jokes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        And my FAVORITE......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The statistics on sanity is that one out of every four persons are         suffering from some sort of mental illness. Think of your three best         friends -- if they're okay, then it's you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: green;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-2172098311312876284?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/2172098311312876284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2009/10/questions-that-haunt-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/2172098311312876284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/2172098311312876284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2009/10/questions-that-haunt-me.html' title='Questions That Haunt Me'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-2785095018042626457</id><published>2009-10-05T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T15:20:44.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Flu Shot</title><content type='html'>Well I got my flu shot Saturday and guess what? The stupid thing made me sick! So I'm at home instead of school and I thought I would blog a little. I saw these ?s on Nikki's blog so here they are with my answers:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;What was the last thing you put in your mouth?&lt;/em&gt; an apple&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;Can you play Guitar Hero?&lt;/em&gt; yeah but I'm terrible at it&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;Name someone who made you laugh today.&lt;/em&gt; the stupidity of tv&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;How late did you stay up last night and why?&lt;/em&gt; I stayed up til 10 I think and it's because I was watching the new show Three Rivers&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;If you could move some where else, would you?&lt;/em&gt; it depends on where the other place is but probably no I love NC&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;em&gt;Name one thing you love about your body.&lt;/em&gt; my hair I love being a blonde&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;em&gt;Which of your friends lives closest to you?&lt;/em&gt; I'm not really sure Hunter I think but I could be wrong&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;em&gt;Do you believe ex's can be best friends?&lt;/em&gt; yeah I guess&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;em&gt;How do you feel about Dr. Pepper?&lt;/em&gt; It's awesome&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;em&gt;If you could do any job in the world what would it be?&lt;/em&gt; astronaut&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;em&gt;Who was the last person you took a picture of?&lt;/em&gt; not sure I haven't taken any pictures since the trip to Wyoming&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;em&gt;Was yesterday better than today?&lt;/em&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;em&gt;Can you live a day without tv? &lt;/em&gt;yeah but not a day when NCIS is coming on&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;em&gt;Are you upset about anything?&lt;/em&gt; Umm I don't think so&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;em&gt;Do you think relationships are ever worth it?&lt;/em&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;em&gt;Are you a bad influence? &lt;/em&gt;nooo&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;em&gt;Night out or night in? &lt;/em&gt;Night in...no wait night out...ok I like them both&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;em&gt;What items could you not go without? &lt;/em&gt;cell phone and laptop&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;em&gt;Who was the last person you visited in the hospital? &lt;/em&gt;I have no earthly idea&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;em&gt;What does the last text message in your inbox say? &lt;/em&gt;"no" I asked my friend if we had English homework&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;em&gt;How do you feel about your life right now? &lt;/em&gt;love it&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;em&gt;Do you hate anyone?&lt;/em&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;em&gt;Do you like your wedding band or do you secretly wish it was different?&lt;/em&gt; I'm not married so I don't have one but whatever wedding ring my husband buys will be perfect because he picked it for me.&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;em&gt;Say you were given a drug test right now, would you pass? &lt;/em&gt;of course unless advil counts because I just took some of it&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;em&gt;Would you ever get some plastic surgery? &lt;/em&gt;no I think it's the dumbest thing a person could ever do but that's my opinion&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;em&gt;What song is stuck in your head? &lt;/em&gt;the spongebob squarepants theme song yeah don't ask&lt;br /&gt;27. &lt;em&gt;Name something you have to do tomorrow. &lt;/em&gt;Go to school&lt;br /&gt;28. &lt;em&gt;Do you think too much or too little? &lt;/em&gt;Too much&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;em&gt;Do you smile a lot?&lt;/em&gt; all the time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-2785095018042626457?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/2785095018042626457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2009/10/stupid-flu-shot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/2785095018042626457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/2785095018042626457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2009/10/stupid-flu-shot.html' title='Stupid Flu Shot'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-4099627186925371643</id><published>2009-10-01T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T16:28:29.931-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog for School'/><title type='text'>Witnel Elemenary School</title><content type='html'>Yesterday the freshmen class went to Witnel Elementary School to mentor kids. Stephen and I were with a fifth grade class. The teacher's name was Mr. Boogle. There were mostly girls in the class and they talked a lot...a whole lot. When we got in there they were finishing up a section of their EOGs. The first thing we did was go to PE. They learned about pedometers and what they are used for (counting steps if you don't know). Then they went outside to walk some laps. They had to walk twelve laps to make a mile and they got an orange ring for every lap. Alex ( who showed up a little later) and I handed out the rings while Stephen walked (and even ran a few) laps; then he raced a two of the kids. The first boy gave up halfway through. Then another one thought he could beat him and almost did. He kept up with him the whole time. After that everyone went to the bathroom and then back to the class to do their EOGs and work on some math work. Stephen was helping the kids with their work while Alex and I graded their math  papers. (We missed math class to do more math?!?!) I didn't get to talk to the kids much because they were working so I don't really know any names. The only name I remember is Taz, and who could forget that name? Next time I will try harder to remember names and talk to them more so I can get to know them better. I'm really looking forward to the next trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-4099627186925371643?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/4099627186925371643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2009/10/witnel-elemenary-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/4099627186925371643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/4099627186925371643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2009/10/witnel-elemenary-school.html' title='Witnel Elemenary School'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-3524035698454075025</id><published>2009-09-28T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T14:31:34.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know what I'm getting into.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Guess what?!?!?! I'm not really sure what I'm getting into here but today during our Communication Skills (English) class the principal, Mr Schreiber ( I don't think I spelled it right), pops his head in and was talking to our teacher about what we were working on. We just read The Lady and The Tiger and our teacher made a homework packet for us to do. Well she told him about that and he said that the first five done need to go to his office. Well I was one of the five so I went to Mr Schreiber's office and he wasn't there but some other people from my class were so I sat with them. Well some juniors were there too and we asked what we were gonna be doing. They said that they needed us to do something (I &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;have no  idea what). Well I had to catch the bus so I couldn't stay and ask questions. Apparently it has something to do with Skills USA. Now if you don't know what that is it's fine because I don't really either. All I know is it is some kind of competition that our school competes in and we placed first last year (I think). I don't know what I've gotten myself into but I can't wait to find out! Well I guess I better get to homework. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-3524035698454075025?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/3524035698454075025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-know-what-im-getting-into.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/3524035698454075025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/3524035698454075025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-know-what-im-getting-into.html' title='I don&apos;t know what I&apos;m getting into.'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-8729158769451172550</id><published>2009-09-22T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T16:38:34.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Try my new gaget out!</title><content type='html'>Hey check out my new gaget. I have a youtube link and I want ya'll to try it out. Listen to Three Minute Song by Josh Wilson. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-8729158769451172550?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/8729158769451172550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2009/09/try-my-new-gaget-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/8729158769451172550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/8729158769451172550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2009/09/try-my-new-gaget-out.html' title='Try my new gaget out!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-987885394767098785</id><published>2009-09-21T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T10:05:10.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Newest Gaget</title><content type='html'>Hey I just added a youtube gaget to my blog. Hope ya'll like it. You should look up Tim Hawkins free credit report dot com spoof. It's hilarious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-987885394767098785?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/987885394767098785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-newest-gaget.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/987885394767098785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/987885394767098785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-newest-gaget.html' title='My Newest Gaget'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-2192797755222399692</id><published>2009-09-18T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T10:06:54.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cursors</title><content type='html'>I had a free cursors thing right here but it kept getting in the way so I deleted it. If you want free cursors I got mine from cursor mania and they're pretty cool. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-2192797755222399692?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/2192797755222399692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2009/09/cursors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/2192797755222399692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/2192797755222399692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2009/09/cursors.html' title='Cursors'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-5511868422592783941</id><published>2009-09-18T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T09:51:34.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogs for School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The reason I have a blog is for school so I'm gonna have some blogs for that. Just ignore them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-5511868422592783941?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/5511868422592783941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2009/09/blogs-for-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/5511868422592783941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/5511868422592783941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2009/09/blogs-for-school.html' title='Blogs for School'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-8907633357325173024</id><published>2009-09-17T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T10:04:39.744-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog for School'/><title type='text'>The Trip To Wilkes Comm. College (this is for school)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Yesterday, we went to Wilkes Community College. We watched a presentation and then went on a tour. We saw several classes (my favorite was the culinary) and walked everywhere IN THE RAIN. All in all it was pretty fun though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-8907633357325173024?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/8907633357325173024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2009/09/trip-to-wilkes-comm-college-this-is-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/8907633357325173024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/8907633357325173024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2009/09/trip-to-wilkes-comm-college-this-is-for.html' title='The Trip To Wilkes Comm. College (this is for school)'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-7587478935411248881</id><published>2009-09-17T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T10:00:42.500-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog for School'/><title type='text'>The Constitution (this is for school)</title><content type='html'>The Bill of Rights is part of the ammendments of the Constitution. The Bill of Rights is a list of right that we as Americans have, but sadly little by little they are being taken away. The other ammendments include black men's  right to vote and women's right to vote.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-7587478935411248881?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/7587478935411248881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2009/09/constitution-this-is-for-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/7587478935411248881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/7587478935411248881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2009/09/constitution-this-is-for-school.html' title='The Constitution (this is for school)'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-657902935190821384</id><published>2009-09-07T12:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T12:53:27.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bogus Websites</title><content type='html'>We used these for school. They are totally bogus websites and they are sooo funny. Here's the first one:&lt;br /&gt;http://home.inreach.com/kumbach/velcro.htm&lt;br /&gt;It is about velcro farming.&lt;br /&gt;The next one is an add for dog island. What's funny is that they are talking about dogs living natural lives and the adds at the top of the page are for stuff like worm pills and dog food and treats. Here's the link:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.thedogisland.com/ &lt;br /&gt;The third one is so funny that you'll have to check it out. Don't miss it:&lt;br /&gt;http://zapatopi.net/treeoctopus/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-657902935190821384?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/657902935190821384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2009/09/bogus-websites.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/657902935190821384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/657902935190821384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2009/09/bogus-websites.html' title='Bogus Websites'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-3683339809686068590</id><published>2009-08-31T15:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T15:15:46.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noah Says Hey</title><content type='html'>Hey from Noah!!! Hey's sitting beside me singing "Uh-oh what you know, where's it gonna go?" I don't know where he heard that but it is really funny especially the way he's saying it! And Now a message from Noah:rfuj././,,mfdsdddddswswswwwwwwwwwnwwwwwoahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaccjaaaaaaaaamddddnvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvnkosahnnnnnnnnnnoahgjukjvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv vggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggmn bbbbbbbbhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnThank You Very Much Noah. Sorry Ya'll but he really wanted to type so i let him and he had a ball! Now he is in the living room playing with Nana(my mom). We are babysitting for a little while Jody and Amy are house hunting. Well see ya! *^_^*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-3683339809686068590?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/3683339809686068590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2009/08/noah-says-hey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/3683339809686068590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/3683339809686068590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2009/08/noah-says-hey.html' title='Noah Says Hey'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-3638813655845697175</id><published>2009-08-30T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T18:03:22.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tree Huggin Dog Lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWx6HcuhHHs/SpshMADmcGI/AAAAAAAAABE/pBRh587sg9k/s1600-h/treehugger%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 100px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375927070254067810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWx6HcuhHHs/SpshMADmcGI/AAAAAAAAABE/pBRh587sg9k/s320/treehugger%5B1%5D.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey I changed the name of my blog and I thought I should explain. I am a dog lover totally and completely but the tree huggin part is only partly true. I think it's important to recycle and not to litter and to plant trees but I don't go overboard. Just wanted to clarify. *^_^*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-3638813655845697175?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/3638813655845697175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2009/08/tree-huggin-dog-lover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/3638813655845697175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/3638813655845697175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2009/08/tree-huggin-dog-lover.html' title='Tree Huggin Dog Lover'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWx6HcuhHHs/SpshMADmcGI/AAAAAAAAABE/pBRh587sg9k/s72-c/treehugger%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-1146425355144570595</id><published>2009-08-27T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:35:55.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopefully soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWx6HcuhHHs/SpcKHzoFCAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Tm243PWxuec/s1600-h/change_the_stupid_sign%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 323px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374775809523648514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWx6HcuhHHs/SpcKHzoFCAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Tm243PWxuec/s400/change_the_stupid_sign%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully I will finish my blog about the mission trip to Wyoming soon and be able to post it but with all the homework that I have to catch up on I haven't had time yet so that post will probably be late. By the way I found this really funny picture and just had to post it! *^_^*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-1146425355144570595?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/1146425355144570595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2009/08/hopefully-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/1146425355144570595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/1146425355144570595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2009/08/hopefully-soon.html' title='Hopefully soon'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWx6HcuhHHs/SpcKHzoFCAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Tm243PWxuec/s72-c/change_the_stupid_sign%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540033211786786336.post-3448342427892809473</id><published>2009-08-24T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T13:57:10.803-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My 1st Blog'/><title type='text'>Hey</title><content type='html'>Hey! I have now idea how much I'm gonna use this thing but it looks pretty fun! *^_^*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540033211786786336-3448342427892809473?l=stepharoni95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/feeds/3448342427892809473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/3448342427892809473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540033211786786336/posts/default/3448342427892809473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stepharoni95.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey.html' title='Hey'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395354119144664634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxgXyPYkc2c/TXACZgi9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZT9o62Zhn8M/s220/temp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
