<?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-662917755738435406</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:13:27.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Linzey'S MediA BloG*</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-7642790697423334037</id><published>2007-07-24T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T12:14:57.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it's harder every time. You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You'll fight with your best friend. You'll blame a new love for things an old one did. You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back."Don't be afraid that your life will end, Be afraid that it will never begin."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"For a kiss to be really good, you want it to mean something. You want it to be with someone you can't get out of your head, so that when your lips finally touch you feel it everywhere. A kiss so hot and so deep you never want to come up for air. You can't cheat your first kiss. Trust me, you don't want to. Cause when you find that right person for a first kiss, it's everything."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"i love you in a really, really big pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you. so pick me choose me love me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"There's something to be said about a glass half full. About knowing when to say when. I think it's a floating line. A barometer of need and desire. It's entirely up to the individual. And depends on what's being poured. Sometimes all we want is a taste. Other times there's no such thing as enough, the glass is bottomless. And all we want, is more"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"You never know when you're making a memory"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"There are two dilemmas that rattle the human skull: How do you hang on to someone who won't stay? And how do you get rid of someone who won't go?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"You miss 100% of the shots you don't take"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"When it comes to winning you need the skill and the will"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Bombing for peace is like fucking for virginity"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-7642790697423334037?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/7642790697423334037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=7642790697423334037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/7642790697423334037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/7642790697423334037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/07/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-3071879524563440401</id><published>2007-07-15T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T20:58:42.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Awesome Birthday Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RprsZOPtmcI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_RFu3l_KazY/s1600-h/100_0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087638647133280706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="264" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RprsZOPtmcI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_RFu3l_KazY/s320/100_0080.jpg" width="305" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt; On Wednesday July 11th, I finally turned 19 years old. In celebration of my birthday I went out to dinner at SwissChalet with my mom, step-dad and sister. After dinner I went to my friend Danni's house where we had a few drinks. After having those drinks we went to the bar that is pretty much right outside Danni's apartment. We had a couple drinks and played a few games of pool. The bartender gave me a free shot for my birthday. It was some sort of creamsicle shot. It was really good. On Friday I went out to dinner at Boston Pizza with some friends. We went to Boston Pizza because my friend Jamie works there. Friday was also my friend Carolynn's 19th birthday, so we celebrated together. It was my first time going to Boston Pizz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RprsnePtmdI/AAAAAAAAAbM/v3G5BU7cMMg/s1600-h/100_0125.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087638891946416594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RprsnePtmdI/AAAAAAAAAbM/v3G5BU7cMMg/s320/100_0125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;a and I really enjoyed it. Great food. My first drink was a Blue Martini in a fish bowl. My second drink was the best thing I have ever tasted. It was called a Strawberry-Banana Rapture. YUM. It was a lot of fun. On Saturday night, I went downtown to my friend Toni's apartment. After having some drinks there we all made our way over to The Plaza where Toni and I had our pictures taken with one of the strippers. She was cool. When she first came out she was wearing a clown costume and had balloons in her boobs and butt. It was actually quite entertaining. After leavi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RprszOPtmeI/AAAAAAAAAbU/sl61JJOrnoA/s1600-h/100_0219.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087639093809879522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RprszOPtmeI/AAAAAAAAAbU/sl61JJOrnoA/s320/100_0219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ng The Plaza, we went over to Stages where we met up with some more friends. We left for a few minutes and came back to find fire trucks and an ambulance in front of Stages. Turns out a girl fell off the stage and cracked her head open. I am glad I was not there for that. After Stages we went back to another friends house. I had so much fun. I would definitely say that I celebrated my birthday well. I am still so excited about being 19.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-3071879524563440401?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/3071879524563440401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=3071879524563440401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/3071879524563440401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/3071879524563440401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-awesome-birthday-week.html' title='My Awesome Birthday Week'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RprsZOPtmcI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_RFu3l_KazY/s72-c/100_0080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-5915638354395175802</id><published>2007-07-05T11:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T12:27:24.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUCCESS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Ro1FoHV1QNI/AAAAAAAAAa0/qRrn5oGSBeg/s1600-h/n517673541_86402_3014.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083796109838860498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Ro1FoHV1QNI/AAAAAAAAAa0/qRrn5oGSBeg/s320/n517673541_86402_3014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;So last Saturday night, my friends and I through my other friend, Danni, a surprise party for her 20th birthday. We have tried to so the surprise party thing many times in the past, but it has never worked out. Finally, we had a success. She was sooooo surprised:P. It was awesome. We had dinner and cake at McGinnis, followed by drinks at Danni's apartment. The cake was homemade by Jodi and Tiara. My sister and Nikki also came. It was a little short notice so it was hard to get everyone together. But we had fun the six of us.While having our drinks, we played Dance Dance Revolution, on PS2. I suck, but it is so much fun. Danni is awesome at it, due to months of practic&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Ro1GDXV1QOI/AAAAAAAAAa8/RvlQ0TLpYnY/s1600-h/n517673541_86414_5962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083796577990295778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Ro1GDXV1QOI/AAAAAAAAAa8/RvlQ0TLpYnY/s320/n517673541_86414_5962.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e. It was a pretty great night. We recorded lots of videos including singing follow the yellow brick road with the helium from the balloons.:P We lost one of the balloons on the way out of the restaurant.:P Good times. I really hope that she had fun. I know I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-5915638354395175802?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/5915638354395175802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=5915638354395175802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/5915638354395175802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/5915638354395175802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/07/success.html' title='SUCCESS!'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Ro1FoHV1QNI/AAAAAAAAAa0/qRrn5oGSBeg/s72-c/n517673541_86402_3014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-8441746751344911884</id><published>2007-07-05T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T11:49:45.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG BROTHER STARTS TONIGHT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Ro09MXV1QMI/AAAAAAAAAas/Wkbil9KOpHw/s1600-h/f4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083786837004468418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Ro09MXV1QMI/AAAAAAAAAas/Wkbil9KOpHw/s320/f4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I am so pumped. Big Brother 8 Begins tonight. Apparently the new twist is that each housemate will be living with their WORST ENEMY. lol. Anyways, I am just really excited. I have to work until 9:30, but thanks to time shifting or whatever it is called, I can watch it when I get home.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-8441746751344911884?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/8441746751344911884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=8441746751344911884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/8441746751344911884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/8441746751344911884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/07/big-brother-starts-tonight.html' title='BIG BROTHER STARTS TONIGHT!'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Ro09MXV1QMI/AAAAAAAAAas/Wkbil9KOpHw/s72-c/f4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-1235629149928311307</id><published>2007-07-04T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T20:26:41.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Roxk2XV1QLI/AAAAAAAAAak/pSjjAD2lty8/s1600-h/CNTM-C2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083548964535746738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Roxk2XV1QLI/AAAAAAAAAak/pSjjAD2lty8/s400/CNTM-C2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I was so happy at the end of Canada's Next Top Model tonight. The two girls that I just can't stand were in the final two. So that meant that at least one of them was going home. WRONG! For the first time in like Top Model history, they kept both girls. I was outraged. I can't believe this. Anyways, I am still mad about it. I still have to look at both their faces next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-1235629149928311307?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/1235629149928311307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=1235629149928311307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/1235629149928311307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/1235629149928311307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/07/wtf.html' title='WTF?'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Roxk2XV1QLI/AAAAAAAAAak/pSjjAD2lty8/s72-c/CNTM-C2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-6255950957671181869</id><published>2007-07-04T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T09:37:07.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hockey Fan Application</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RovGTnV1QKI/AAAAAAAAAac/LoxSUWn46Ps/s1600-h/n505621621_62964_398.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083374644698103970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RovGTnV1QKI/AAAAAAAAAac/LoxSUWn46Ps/s400/n505621621_62964_398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am so happy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; has added a hockey application. With this application you can support your favourite team as well as favourite players. It even has the latest news regarding your favourite team. Being the biggest Sens fan in the world, this excites me. I also love the GO SENS GO application, which was introduced during the playoffs. This application just allows you to have your team logo on your profile, which is pretty damn cool in itself. Anyways, I am so impressed by all of the new features on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;. Hopefully new and exciting things continue to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-6255950957671181869?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/6255950957671181869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=6255950957671181869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/6255950957671181869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/6255950957671181869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/07/hockey-application.html' title='Hockey Fan Application'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RovGTnV1QKI/AAAAAAAAAac/LoxSUWn46Ps/s72-c/n505621621_62964_398.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-6410862840763543613</id><published>2007-07-04T08:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T09:00:46.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 More Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rou8YHV1QJI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Ct9vhHGm4co/s1600-h/100_2365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083363726891237522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rou8YHV1QJI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Ct9vhHGm4co/s400/100_2365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am soooo excited:D Just one more week until my BIRTHDAY! YAY! Finally 19 years old. It's about time. Lots of fun for 1 week from today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-6410862840763543613?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/6410862840763543613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=6410862840763543613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/6410862840763543613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/6410862840763543613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/07/1-more-week.html' title='1 More Week'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rou8YHV1QJI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Ct9vhHGm4co/s72-c/100_2365.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-7030406042640646544</id><published>2007-07-04T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T08:16:49.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1-800-OK-Cable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Anyone ever seen the cable commercial that features a REALLY annoying girl singing an even more annoying song? Well this commercial drives me nuts. It has to be the worst commercial ever made. I do not see how anyone would think that this would draw in customers. If anything, it is scaring them away. I think it is for Time Warner Cable or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-7030406042640646544?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/7030406042640646544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=7030406042640646544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/7030406042640646544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/7030406042640646544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/07/1-800-ok-cable.html' title='1-800-OK-Cable'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-3836942967186236408</id><published>2007-07-04T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T06:15:30.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day With Kayden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoudXXV1QII/AAAAAAAAAaM/QesgbjVTD0g/s1600-h/100_2635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083329629145874562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoudXXV1QII/AAAAAAAAAaM/QesgbjVTD0g/s400/100_2635.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Yesterday I spent the day with my sister and my favourite person in the world, our friends son Kayden. I love this kid more than anything. He is an amazing kid. Not only is he beautiful but wow is he ever smart. At age 2, you can actually have a conversation with him. It's amazing. He can even count to 10 in Spanish. Pretty amazing eh. Well I miss him already. I can't wait to see him again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-3836942967186236408?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/3836942967186236408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=3836942967186236408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/3836942967186236408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/3836942967186236408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-day-with-kayden.html' title='My Day With Kayden'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoudXXV1QII/AAAAAAAAAaM/QesgbjVTD0g/s72-c/100_2635.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-240170874973927962</id><published>2007-07-02T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T17:53:14.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Reasons To Date A Hockey Player!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Romd8XV1QHI/AAAAAAAAAaE/6FQtlORgT-I/s1600-h/n505621621_77118_831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082767314847613042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Romd8XV1QHI/AAAAAAAAAaE/6FQtlORgT-I/s400/n505621621_77118_831.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;1. They always wear protection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;2. They have great hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;3. They are used to scoring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;4. They have great stamina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;5. They find the opening and get it in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;6. They never miss the target&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;7. They know how to use their wood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;8. They have long sticks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;9.They know when to play rough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;10. Because baseball players only know how to hit balls.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-240170874973927962?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/240170874973927962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=240170874973927962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/240170874973927962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/240170874973927962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/07/top-10-reasons-to-date-hockey-player.html' title='Top 10 Reasons To Date A Hockey Player!'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Romd8XV1QHI/AAAAAAAAAaE/6FQtlORgT-I/s72-c/n505621621_77118_831.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-2119496726143055216</id><published>2007-07-01T19:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T19:58:26.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RohpxHV1QGI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/FpNlizHAfZQ/s1600-h/waterfall_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RohpxHV1QGI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/FpNlizHAfZQ/s320/waterfall_10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082428471992729698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-2119496726143055216?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/2119496726143055216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=2119496726143055216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/2119496726143055216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/2119496726143055216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/07/beautiful.html' title='Beautiful'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RohpxHV1QGI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/FpNlizHAfZQ/s72-c/waterfall_10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-3591289819262289171</id><published>2007-07-01T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T18:57:40.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY CANADA DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RohbKnV1QEI/AAAAAAAAAZs/WGuI2-rSD-g/s1600-h/canadian-flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 118px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RohbKnV1QEI/AAAAAAAAAZs/WGuI2-rSD-g/s200/canadian-flag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082412417404977218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY CANADA DAY EVERYONE! We live in a great country. We should all be proud and appreciate the country we live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="times new roman" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Canada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our home and native land!&lt;br /&gt;True patriot love in all thy sons  command.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With glowing hearts we see thee rise,&lt;br /&gt;The True North strong and free!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From far and wide,&lt;br /&gt;O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God keep our land glorious and free!&lt;br /&gt;O Canada, we stand on guard for  thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RohbPHV1QFI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/FpjSF8cRyBU/s1600-h/canada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RohbPHV1QFI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/FpjSF8cRyBU/s320/canada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082412494714388562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-3591289819262289171?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/3591289819262289171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=3591289819262289171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/3591289819262289171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/3591289819262289171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-canada-day.html' title='HAPPY CANADA DAY!'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RohbKnV1QEI/AAAAAAAAAZs/WGuI2-rSD-g/s72-c/canadian-flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-8283203055322833784</id><published>2007-07-01T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T18:52:12.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Laws of Attraction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;You're about to discover your incredible power, a power you didn't even know you have . . .Your innate ability, through the Law of Attraction, empowers you to choose and create your life circumstances however you want them to be. It's true. Hundreds of thousands of people just like you are using this Law every single day to attract genuine abundance, great health, and truly satisfying love relationships. So take a moment and Imagine What is REALLY Possible. Just Imagine... that at the moment of the next sunrise... Your life will be transformed.Imagine at the moment the first ray of light, clears the horizon and  you awaken to a new reality. In that new reality you see clearly that life is miraculous and perfect. In that new reality you hear for the first time...the messages that are hidden in every event and every circumstance. In that new reality you find &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RohYKHV1QDI/AAAAAAAAAZk/GolubFjGjfw/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RohYKHV1QDI/AAAAAAAAAZk/GolubFjGjfw/s400/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082409110280159282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;inspiration, meaning and joy. You see your life as the precious creation that it is. You feel the pulse of UNIVERSAL ENERGY as it flows through your experience. You understand your blessed and powerful. That you are an aspect of the universe coming to life in a material way. You realize the fundamental element of reality. Every quantum possibility is waiting for you to activate it into form, without going anywhere you have embarked on a pilgrimage. Without changing anything you have altered your experience. Without giving up a thing you have shed a lifetime of negativity. Without spending any money you realize that you own the most valuable thing of all..YOUR CREATIVE POWER,Joy,Love,Gratitude,Peace All these are your gifts, with them you can materialize anything you desire. Your life will be,from this day forward, transformed into a ongoing miracle. Happiness, relationships, health, abundance, beauty, travel, success, are all available to you behind the door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;You Just Need To Know The Secret!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine written by Margie Waters&lt;br /&gt;www.universeofpower.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-8283203055322833784?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/8283203055322833784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=8283203055322833784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/8283203055322833784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/8283203055322833784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/07/laws-of-attraction.html' title='The Laws of Attraction'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RohYKHV1QDI/AAAAAAAAAZk/GolubFjGjfw/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-5169324815523288591</id><published>2007-07-01T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T18:34:42.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain By Three Days Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;My new favourite song is by Three Days Grace. The song is called Pain. It is a pretty awesome song. I like most of Three Days Grace's music, so I am not to surprised that I like this song so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RohV8nV1QCI/AAAAAAAAAZc/abCF5_GbB4k/s1600-h/2600819_threedaysgrace3_200x200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RohV8nV1QCI/AAAAAAAAAZc/abCF5_GbB4k/s400/2600819_threedaysgrace3_200x200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082406679328669730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Pain, without love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Pain, I can't get enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Pain, I like it  rough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;You're sick of  feeling numb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;You're not the only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I'll take you by the hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;And I'll  show you a world that you can understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;This life is filled with  hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;When happiness doesn't work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Trust me and take my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;When the  lights go out you will understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Pain, without love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Pain, I can't get  enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Pain, I like it rough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at  all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Pain, without love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Pain, I can't get enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Pain, I like it  rough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Anger and  agony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Are better than misery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Trust me I've got a plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;When the lights  go off you will understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Pain, without love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Pain, I can't get  enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Pain, I like it rough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at  all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Pain, without love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Pain, I can't get enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Pain, I like it  rough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Rather feel pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I  know (I know I know I know I know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;That you're wounded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;You know (You know  you know you know you know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;That I'm here to save you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;You know (You know  you know you know you know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I'm always here for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I know (I know I know  I know I know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;That you'll thank me later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Pain, without love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Pain,  can't get enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Pain, I like it rough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;'Cause I'd rather feel pain than  nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Pain, without love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Pain, I can't get enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Pain, I like  it rough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Pain, without  love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Pain, I can't get enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Pain, I like it rough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;'Cause I'd rather  feel pain than nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Rather feel pain than nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Rather  feel pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/662917755738435406-5169324815523288591?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/5169324815523288591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=5169324815523288591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-5036321524984322833</id><published>2007-07-01T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T16:40:38.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cross Dresser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rog7XnV1QBI/AAAAAAAAAZU/xjd8E9TQQi8/s1600-h/eve5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rog7XnV1QBI/AAAAAAAAAZU/xjd8E9TQQi8/s200/eve5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082377456371187730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;So the other day I was at work when a cross dresser walked by me. Not that I have a problem with cross dressers, I was just shocked to see one in Kingston, because I never have before. He or she :S was wearing a short blue dress, leather jacket and some killer heals that I would never dream of walking in. It became a big thing at my work. Everyone who seen him/her was talking about it, and those who didn't wished they had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-5036321524984322833?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/5036321524984322833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=5036321524984322833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/5036321524984322833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/5036321524984322833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/07/cross-dresser.html' title='The Cross Dresser'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rog7XnV1QBI/AAAAAAAAAZU/xjd8E9TQQi8/s72-c/eve5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-1705564920880018000</id><published>2007-06-28T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T09:04:48.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Off-Season Sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoPbtXV1QAI/AAAAAAAAAZM/mDrwrwBl_lg/s1600-h/100_2318.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081146377010233346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoPbtXV1QAI/AAAAAAAAAZM/mDrwrwBl_lg/s400/100_2318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I miss hockey sooo  much already and there is still over three months until it starts again. I'm in denial. I guess I can't really complain considering I got to watch my team until the end. Although.......:( :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-1705564920880018000?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/1705564920880018000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=1705564920880018000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/1705564920880018000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/1705564920880018000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/06/off-season-sucks.html' title='The Off-Season Sucks'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoPbtXV1QAI/AAAAAAAAAZM/mDrwrwBl_lg/s72-c/100_2318.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-4301208578562810737</id><published>2007-06-28T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T07:35:53.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't That Song A Little Old?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoPGVHV1P9I/AAAAAAAAAY0/O2aZ_28_6k8/s1600-h/244_ripa_kelly_101006.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081122870654222290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" height="191" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoPGVHV1P9I/AAAAAAAAAY0/O2aZ_28_6k8/s200/244_ripa_kelly_101006.jpg" width="138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So I am currently watching The Ellen Degeneres Show, which just happens to be my favourite talk show by far. I actually don't watch many talk shows, but when I do, it is either Ellen or Regis and Kelly. I love love love Ellen and Kelly. Anyways, point to my post, as I was watching Ellen, Bon Jovi was performing a song. The song just happened to be "It's My Life". I'm sur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoPGjXV1P_I/AAAAAAAAAZE/Q01vdWZACso/s1600-h/ellen0508.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081123115467358194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoPGjXV1P_I/AAAAAAAAAZE/Q01vdWZACso/s200/ellen0508.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e anyone reading this has heard that song, probably a million times, since it came out like at least five years ago. I remember listening to that song in public school. I just found that odd, since I know they have had more recent songs. I guess this could be because thei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;r more recent songs were not as successful as "It's My Life". Anyways, before I end this blog, just a little more love for my two &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoPGenV1P-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/akKFty9-WB8/s1600-h/bon_jovi_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081123033862979554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="137" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoPGenV1P-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/akKFty9-WB8/s200/bon_jovi_3.jpg" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;favourite ladies in the talk show industry, Ellen Degenered and Kelly Ripa. P.S. Kelly Ripa also stars in a hilarious sitcom called Hope and Faith. For anyone who has not seen it, YOU SHOULD! it is great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-4301208578562810737?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/4301208578562810737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=4301208578562810737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/4301208578562810737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/4301208578562810737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/06/isnt-that-song-little-old.html' title='Isn&apos;t That Song A Little Old?'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoPGVHV1P9I/AAAAAAAAAY0/O2aZ_28_6k8/s72-c/244_ripa_kelly_101006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-1906276780363787822</id><published>2007-06-28T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T07:13:15.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoPBoXV1P7I/AAAAAAAAAYk/0SsUjygiUQI/s1600-h/ist2_1326067_surprise_party.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081117703808565170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px" height="288" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoPBoXV1P7I/AAAAAAAAAYk/0SsUjygiUQI/s320/ist2_1326067_surprise_party.jpg" width="297" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am soooooooooo excited:). On Saturday, me and a few friends of mine are throwing my best friend in the world a surprise party. See, my friend Danni's 20th birthday was last week. She went camping with a couple of friends, but there were so many of us that could not make it due to work:(.....So to make up for it we are celebrating her birthday all over again this weekend at McGinnis restaurant. We thought that would be the best place because one of the girls helping me plan the party works there. So after I get off of work on Saturday at 6:30p.m., I am going to go straight to Danni's hous&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoPB8XV1P8I/AAAAAAAAAYs/sl6I55QscRc/s1600-h/mcginnis_sm.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081118047405948866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoPB8XV1P8I/AAAAAAAAAYs/sl6I55QscRc/s200/mcginnis_sm.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e. We will get ready there while the other girls prepare at the restaurant. At 8:15 we will make our way to the restaurant, where a surprise will be waiting for Danni. I was a little worried that she might say she wants to go somewhere else for dinner, so I have decided to tell her that I have a gift certificate for McGinnis. I really hope everything goes perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-1906276780363787822?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/1906276780363787822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=1906276780363787822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/1906276780363787822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/1906276780363787822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/06/surprise.html' title='Surprise'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoPBoXV1P7I/AAAAAAAAAYk/0SsUjygiUQI/s72-c/ist2_1326067_surprise_party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-1899105169867400162</id><published>2007-06-28T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T00:14:55.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Miss Teen U.S.A. To Daytime Television</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoNemXV1P5I/AAAAAAAAAYU/B1-MXsHP4Ho/s1600-h/xin_33080109140554895587.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081008817797676946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoNemXV1P5I/AAAAAAAAAYU/B1-MXsHP4Ho/s200/xin_33080109140554895587.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just something weird that I just noticed. I just came across a picture of last years Miss Teen U.S.A.. Turns out she now plays Steph&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoNesXV1P6I/AAAAAAAAAYc/GVMtsMwlS1Y/s1600-h/3457277685.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081008920876892066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoNesXV1P6I/AAAAAAAAAYc/GVMtsMwlS1Y/s200/3457277685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;anie on one of the soaps I watch, Days of our Lives. She has completely changed the character of Stephan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;ie, but I think I like this one better. She is a little easier to believe as a person. Seems more like your typical young women just entering adulthood. I for sure like her acting far more than I liked the actress who played Stephanie. Hopefully she will be around for a while. Well I just thought it was weird. Not something I knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-1899105169867400162?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/1899105169867400162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=1899105169867400162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/1899105169867400162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/1899105169867400162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/06/crazy.html' title='From Miss Teen U.S.A. To Daytime Television'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoNemXV1P5I/AAAAAAAAAYU/B1-MXsHP4Ho/s72-c/xin_33080109140554895587.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-9108977434324375836</id><published>2007-06-27T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T23:49:55.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Weeks Til The Big Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoNZ9nV1P3I/AAAAAAAAAYE/uLhQhG-9iKE/s1600-h/100_2491.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081003719671496562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoNZ9nV1P3I/AAAAAAAAAYE/uLhQhG-9iKE/s400/100_2491.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;YAY! My 19th Birthday is only two weeks away! I am so excited! I can finally drink....legally that is:):P Birthday's are always fun! And after all, they 0nly come once a year, so might better enjoy it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-9108977434324375836?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/9108977434324375836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=9108977434324375836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/9108977434324375836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/9108977434324375836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/06/two-weeks-til-big-day.html' title='Two Weeks Til The Big Day'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoNZ9nV1P3I/AAAAAAAAAYE/uLhQhG-9iKE/s72-c/100_2491.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-520101407501012145</id><published>2007-06-27T21:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T00:06:15.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even More On Canada's Next Top Model vs America's Next Top Model</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoNd03V1P4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/CYvAPHPLeLM/s1600-h/jay-manuel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081007967394152322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoNd03V1P4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/CYvAPHPLeLM/s400/jay-manuel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;As I was yet again watching Canada's Next Top Model tonight, I notice something that really disturbed me. These judges are far more judgemental than the judges on America's Next Top Model. On America's Next Top Model, they were promoting plus size models and you really didn't hear them talk as much about the girls bodies as much as you did their modeling talents. I was shocked to hear the judges on Canada's Next Top Model basically finding every little flaw in all of the girls and saying that these flaws are such a huge problem. Some of the things the judges were saying tonight were "she doesn't have a top model body", or "her legs are too short". Could you imagine, making it that far and they tell you, "oops sorry, you don't have long enough legs." I was already bothered that after America's Next Top Model took a stand and put to beautiful plus size models on the show, that Canada's Next Top Model did not follow the trend. For once, a trend worth following. Anyways, I guess each show has their pros and cons. Both shows are still awesome. GO CORII!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-520101407501012145?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/520101407501012145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=520101407501012145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/520101407501012145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/520101407501012145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/06/even-more-on-canadas-next-top-model-vs.html' title='Even More On Canada&apos;s Next Top Model vs America&apos;s Next Top Model'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoNd03V1P4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/CYvAPHPLeLM/s72-c/jay-manuel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-6551238037053728587</id><published>2007-06-26T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T18:41:40.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 10th 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoHABnV1P2I/AAAAAAAAAX8/d1ElyiExGpQ/s1600-h/IMG_0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080552988623585122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoHABnV1P2I/AAAAAAAAAX8/d1ElyiExGpQ/s400/IMG_0051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; This picture was taken at my mom and step father's wedding on September 10th 2005. My friend is looking at the ring my step-father gave to me during the ceremony:). He also gave my sister one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/662917755738435406-6551238037053728587?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/6551238037053728587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=6551238037053728587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/6551238037053728587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/6551238037053728587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/06/september-10th-2005.html' title='September 10th 2005'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoHABnV1P2I/AAAAAAAAAX8/d1ElyiExGpQ/s72-c/IMG_0051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-5050596501442496276</id><published>2007-06-26T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T18:38:48.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE Y&amp;R's Latest Story Line.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoG_KXV1P0I/AAAAAAAAAXs/nGp06A2_Nug/s1600-h/0000034824_20061030155926.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080552039435812674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoG_KXV1P0I/AAAAAAAAAXs/nGp06A2_Nug/s200/0000034824_20061030155926.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt; So the latest story line on daytime's Young &amp; The Restless is about everyone thinking that Nick Newman has died in a tragic plane crash. When Nick is found alive he is eventually brought back to Genowa City. When he wakes up in his hospital bed, his new wife, and mother of his baby girl, Phyllis is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt; waiting for him. He sees Phyllis and tells her to leave and calls her by the last name she had before they were married. He then asks where his wife is. When she tells him that she is his wife, he says no where is Sharon. Sharon was Nick's wife before Phyllis and the mo&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoG_QXV1P1I/AAAAAAAAAX0/9RjNgLjD1TE/s1600-h/2124_1792.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080552142515027794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoG_QXV1P1I/AAAAAAAAAX0/9RjNgLjD1TE/s200/2124_1792.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ther of his son Noah. The also had a teenage daughter who died while he was still married to Sharon. So it turns out Nick thinks that their teenage daughter Cassie, is still alive. He has lost all memory of everything that happened since Cassie was in a car accident that ultimately killed her. I hate this so much. Phyllis is one of my favourite characters on all soaps, and by far my favourite on Young &amp;amp; The Restless. And I am not such a big fan of Sharon. Nick better get his memory back soon. He has a baby girl to take care of. I don't know why I didn't see this one coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-5050596501442496276?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/5050596501442496276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=5050596501442496276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/5050596501442496276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/5050596501442496276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-hate-y-latest-story-line.html' title='I HATE Y&amp;R&apos;s Latest Story Line.'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoG_KXV1P0I/AAAAAAAAAXs/nGp06A2_Nug/s72-c/0000034824_20061030155926.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-4948057871492671253</id><published>2007-06-26T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T08:23:55.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't That Cute?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoEvQNMq5bI/AAAAAAAAAXk/oDrkYoiD8HM/s1600-h/n508184459_56780_2601.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080393810117846450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoEvQNMq5bI/AAAAAAAAAXk/oDrkYoiD8HM/s400/n508184459_56780_2601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt; I love this picture of Emery and Volchenkov. It was taken right after they became the Eastern Conference Champions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-4948057871492671253?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/4948057871492671253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=4948057871492671253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/4948057871492671253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/4948057871492671253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/06/isnt-that-cute.html' title='Isn&apos;t That Cute?'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoEvQNMq5bI/AAAAAAAAAXk/oDrkYoiD8HM/s72-c/n508184459_56780_2601.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-7591981505857798164</id><published>2007-06-25T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T20:31:16.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rally Caps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoCIK9Mq5aI/AAAAAAAAAXc/BvUdKsum3eI/s1600-h/n823355007_593685_6328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080210101481694626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoCIK9Mq5aI/AAAAAAAAAXc/BvUdKsum3eI/s400/n823355007_593685_6328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;This picture was taken during game #3 of the Stanley Cup Finals, which just happend to be the only game the Sens did win of the series. It was a fun night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-7591981505857798164?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/7591981505857798164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=7591981505857798164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/7591981505857798164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/7591981505857798164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/06/rally-caps.html' title='Rally Caps'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoCIK9Mq5aI/AAAAAAAAAXc/BvUdKsum3eI/s72-c/n823355007_593685_6328.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-3527610154658440978</id><published>2007-06-25T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T20:27:32.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13 Going On 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoCCMdMq5UI/AAAAAAAAAWs/F3dDA9xcogo/s1600-h/1083440090517_TT001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080203530181731650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoCCMdMq5UI/AAAAAAAAAWs/F3dDA9xcogo/s200/1083440090517_TT001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;13 Going on 30 is one of my favourite "chick flicks". I love it so much. I have seen this movie at least 10 times, and would watch it again anytime. I am not even&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoCBzdMq5RI/AAAAAAAAAWU/VfkaGeDxWGw/s1600-h/13goingon30review.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080203100685002002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoCBzdMq5RI/AAAAAAAAAWU/VfkaGeDxWGw/s200/13goingon30review.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sure what it is that makes me like this movie so much, but I am in love with it. The movie is about a 13 year old girl who at her birthday wishes she was 30. When she wakes up in the morning in her New York City apartment 30 years old, the last thing she can remember is sitting in her closet at her parents house on her 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday, uttering the words "Thirty, Flirty and Thriving". At 30, Garners character, Jenna, was a success, working for a huge magazine and a NHL star for a bo&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoCCTdMq5VI/AAAAAAAAAW0/nn7z7hjTZqg/s1600-h/b86771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080203650440815954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoCCTdMq5VI/AAAAAAAAAW0/nn7z7hjTZqg/s200/b86771.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yfriend. Working at the magazine with her was the head girl in the popular clique. They had remained best friends since they wete in jr. high school. She was all of the things she always wanted to be and worse. She had turned into a horrible person. She goes to the apartment of her old bestfriend &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoCB6NMq5SI/AAAAAAAAAWc/5zDpBEgiioQ/s1600-h/23-13goingon30-inside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080203216649119010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoCB6NMq5SI/AAAAAAAAAWc/5zDpBEgiioQ/s200/23-13goingon30-inside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matty, played by Mark Ruffalo, after calling his parents to find out how she could find him. Matty looks at her in confusment and tells her that they have not been friends since the day of he&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoCCnNMq5XI/AAAAAAAAAXE/rDW5rA-CdCc/s1600-h/13goingon30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080203989743232370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoCCnNMq5XI/AAAAAAAAAXE/rDW5rA-CdCc/s200/13goingon30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;r 13th birthday party when she through his present at him and never talked to him again. Jenna had stopped being Matty's friend and began hanging out with the popular girls. She had no idea how this all happened, all she knew is that she did not like the person she became. Matty and Jenna become close through out the movie and after a series of &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoCBk9Mq5OI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hTqp-NcOJQc/s1600-h/13G30_C30-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080202851576898786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoCBk9Mq5OI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hTqp-NcOJQc/s200/13G30_C30-14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;events fall in love with each other. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoCButMq5QI/AAAAAAAAAWM/49uizzIkzEE/s1600-h/13goingon30dvd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080203019080623362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoCButMq5QI/AAAAAAAAAWM/49uizzIkzEE/s200/13goingon30dvd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was only one problem, Matty was engaged. At the end of the movie, Matty goes off to marry his fiance out of obligation and the fact that Jenna had hurt him so bad all those years ago. After confessing her love to him and being shot down, Jenna sits alone and closes her eyes. When she opens them, she is once again sitting in the closet at her parents home at the age of 13. She smiles and opens the closet where &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoCBpdMq5PI/AAAAAAAAAWE/R7J3Ni3Lt-I/s1600-h/13goingon30_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080202928886310130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoCBpdMq5PI/AAAAAAAAAWE/R7J3Ni3Lt-I/s200/13goingon30_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;she finds Matty standing and she jumps on him and kisses him. She than blows off the group off popular girls, and makes it sure that she will never have a friendship with them. I love that they made it so that Matty stayed a good guy by following through &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoCBctMq5NI/AAAAAAAAAV0/92UGoGhm7OI/s1600-h/09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080202709842978002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoCBctMq5NI/AAAAAAAAAV0/92UGoGhm7OI/s200/09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with his wedding. I also like that Jenna was able to live her life. It would be sad to not have any memories from the age of 13 to 30. The very end of the movie shows Matty and Jenna getting married as adults. G&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoCCzdMq5YI/AAAAAAAAAXM/u-7rNwOU0Yg/s1600-h/header.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080204200196629890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoCCzdMq5YI/AAAAAAAAAXM/u-7rNwOU0Yg/s200/header.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;arner was so cute in this movie. My favourite part of the movie is where they do the dance from the Thriller video by Michael Jackson at the party for the magazine that Jenna worked for called Poise. I love her co-star too. Very tal&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoCC8tMq5ZI/AAAAAAAAAXU/l1FMDX_We9w/s1600-h/jennifer_garner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080204359110419858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoCC8tMq5ZI/AAAAAAAAAXU/l1FMDX_We9w/s200/jennifer_garner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ented. He is quite the looker:P. I am so surprised and disappointed in how many people I know that have never seen this movie. In fact, I do not know many that have. I actually seen it by chance. It was on the movie network after another movie I was watching, and I started to get i&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoCCC9Mq5TI/AAAAAAAAAWk/aG-nACeqYcs/s1600-h/2004_13_going_on_30_010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080203366972974386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoCCC9Mq5TI/AAAAAAAAAWk/aG-nACeqYcs/s200/2004_13_going_on_30_010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nto it, so I kept watching. I was so glad I did..I think that I may have to purchase this movie soon. It has been way to long since I have seen it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-3527610154658440978?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/3527610154658440978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=3527610154658440978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/3527610154658440978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/3527610154658440978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/06/13-going-on-30.html' title='13 Going On 30'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoCCMdMq5UI/AAAAAAAAAWs/F3dDA9xcogo/s72-c/1083440090517_TT001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-1924253181407629939</id><published>2007-06-25T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T18:32:05.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things We Once Thought Were Cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoBqntMq5JI/AAAAAAAAAVU/rpfdM4PJ4vk/s1600-h/scrunchie.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080177610054100114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" height="157" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoBqntMq5JI/AAAAAAAAAVU/rpfdM4PJ4vk/s200/scrunchie.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Remember when you thought scrunchies were cool? or when you loved the Spice Girls and The Backsteet Boys? Or how about that faze where you listen to nothing but rap? Well if you were anything like me, you thought those things were very cool at one time or another. Or how about those big shoes the Spice Girls wore. Wow, did I ever think&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoBq5tMq5KI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Q7xzTT_FRgE/s1600-h/SpiceGirls27.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080177919291745442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="184" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoBq5tMq5KI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Q7xzTT_FRgE/s200/SpiceGirls27.jpg" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; those were awesome. Well times have changed, and I can't help but wonder what I was thinking. I am sure that in 10 years from now I will be laughing at myself for wearing everything from flats to polka-dots to big sunglasses. I remember thinking that polka-dots were not very cool when I was younger. Now I find them adorable. It is crazy how much time and experience can &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoBsJ9Mq5LI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Z1X1QQgJFzo/s1600-h/501108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080179297976247474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 85px" height="105" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoBsJ9Mq5LI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Z1X1QQgJFzo/s320/501108.jpg" width="296" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;change someone. Not to mention current trends and fads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-1924253181407629939?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/1924253181407629939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=1924253181407629939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/1924253181407629939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/1924253181407629939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/06/things-we-once-thought-were-cool.html' title='The Things We Once Thought Were Cool'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoBqntMq5JI/AAAAAAAAAVU/rpfdM4PJ4vk/s72-c/scrunchie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-4718087259427057500</id><published>2007-06-25T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T18:33:49.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crocs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoAzKNMq5HI/AAAAAAAAAVE/zuUbc1qo0Y8/s1600-h/crocs_aspen_pearl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080116630108431474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" height="184" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoAzKNMq5HI/AAAAAAAAAVE/zuUbc1qo0Y8/s200/crocs_aspen_pearl.jpg" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I have yet to buy myself a real pair of the latest fashion trend, Crocs. I really want a pair, but I am undecided on what colour and what style I would like. At first, I thought that Crocs were horrifyingly ugly. Some how, they have grown on me. I still don't think that they are that great to look at, but with a nice colour and considering how confortable they are, a little been of unattractiveness won't hurt. I am amazed at ho&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoBs3dMq5MI/AAAAAAAAAVs/7kN3mYW75UM/s1600-h/crocsflat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080180079660295362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoBs3dMq5MI/AAAAAAAAAVs/7kN3mYW75UM/s200/crocsflat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;w fast this new fad developed. It was like everyone had discovered them overnight. I have never seen any advertisements for them, which makes me really wonder where this trend originated. I love that they have came up with so many new styles that are far less ugly then the original styled Crocs. The flats are my favourites but I have yet to see them in any Kingston stores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-4718087259427057500?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/4718087259427057500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=4718087259427057500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/4718087259427057500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/4718087259427057500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/06/crocs.html' title='Crocs'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoAzKNMq5HI/AAAAAAAAAVE/zuUbc1qo0Y8/s72-c/crocs_aspen_pearl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-8685621283861462586</id><published>2007-06-25T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T14:17:08.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook Graffiti</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My favourite new Facebook application is the graffiti wall. The graffiti wall allows you to draw pictures on your friends walls using a program that is similar to paintbrush. Here a couple examples of what can be done using the Facebook graffiti wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080113980113609826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoAwv9Mq5GI/AAAAAAAAAU8/KOvE-c7CyAo/s400/f2fec43c875125d1d18bf3ad85f46f54_315x147.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080113486192370770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoAwTNMq5FI/AAAAAAAAAU0/vB7UlA_5UZw/s400/a898b556ca2807b6eeefde81423a680b_315x147.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080113357343351874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoAwLtMq5EI/AAAAAAAAAUs/8Z4A6fIcCUo/s400/01AwcAXwG3URUAAAADAAAAAAAAAAA_.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-8685621283861462586?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/8685621283861462586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=8685621283861462586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/8685621283861462586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/8685621283861462586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/06/facebook-graffiti.html' title='Facebook Graffiti'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoAwv9Mq5GI/AAAAAAAAAU8/KOvE-c7CyAo/s72-c/f2fec43c875125d1d18bf3ad85f46f54_315x147.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-3413397008860051512</id><published>2007-06-25T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T13:30:43.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When it comes to love, does age really matter?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoAly9Mq5CI/AAAAAAAAAUc/xIP-30S_2hE/s1600-h/realitytvblog4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080101937025311778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoAly9Mq5CI/AAAAAAAAAUc/xIP-30S_2hE/s320/realitytvblog4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Age of Love is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NBC's&lt;/span&gt; latest "social experiment". It is practically The Bachelor, with a twist. The show is based around the question "When it comes to love, does age really matter?". Age of Love, like the Bachelor, is a reality show where a man gets to date and chose between a group of women. However, instead of your regular group of beautiful young women in their twenties, Age of Love has half the women in their twenties and the other half in their forties. I think this show is going to be quite like the Bachelor. But I am interested to know what will ultimately triumph, youth or maturity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-3413397008860051512?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/3413397008860051512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=3413397008860051512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/3413397008860051512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/3413397008860051512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/06/age-of-love.html' title='When it comes to love, does age really matter?'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoAly9Mq5CI/AAAAAAAAAUc/xIP-30S_2hE/s72-c/realitytvblog4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-2292641327336943690</id><published>2007-06-25T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T12:57:25.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 3rd Ottawa Senators Game:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoAdtdMq5BI/AAAAAAAAAUU/dwys_sYI864/s1600-h/spezza+scores!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080093046443009042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoAdtdMq5BI/AAAAAAAAAUU/dwys_sYI864/s400/spezza+scores!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;On March 15th, 2007, I went to my 3rd Ottawa Senators game at Scoticbank Place. Again, we took the McCoy bus tours. This time, The Sens played The New York Islanders and came out on top with again a 5-2 win. So after we had bought our tickets to the game, we learned that the great Ryan Smyth was traded to the Islanders from Edmonton. It was so awesome to get to see him. Unfortunatley he did not score one of the two Islanders goals. But oh well, he was there, and do was I:). The Sens set a franchise record that night. The scored 3 goals in less than 2 minutes. I am not sure the exact time, but it was amazing. We almost missed the second and third goals because we were still in the process of celebrating the previous goal. It was a great night, I can't wait until October. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoAc1dMq5AI/AAAAAAAAAUM/iD7wGsMtxP4/s1600-h/Lindsay+and+Nikki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080092084370334722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoAc1dMq5AI/AAAAAAAAAUM/iD7wGsMtxP4/s400/Lindsay+and+Nikki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/662917755738435406-2292641327336943690?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/2292641327336943690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=2292641327336943690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/2292641327336943690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/2292641327336943690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-3rd-ottawa-senators-game.html' title='My 3rd Ottawa Senators Game:)'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoAdtdMq5BI/AAAAAAAAAUU/dwys_sYI864/s72-c/spezza+scores!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-1544580866227211998</id><published>2007-06-25T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T12:36:00.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stewie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoAYl9Mq4_I/AAAAAAAAAUE/qSq8Qd02RQs/s1600-h/stewiethumb.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080087420035851250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoAYl9Mq4_I/AAAAAAAAAUE/qSq8Qd02RQs/s400/stewiethumb.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;My favourite cartoon character is Family Guys Stewie. I absolutely love Family Guy. Nothing in the world can make ya laugh like it. The show would not be the same without the smart, evil talking baby with the football shaped head.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-1544580866227211998?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/1544580866227211998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=1544580866227211998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/1544580866227211998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/1544580866227211998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/06/stewie.html' title='Stewie'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoAYl9Mq4_I/AAAAAAAAAUE/qSq8Qd02RQs/s72-c/stewiethumb.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-2618492536070170548</id><published>2007-06-25T11:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T12:07:49.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2nd Senators Game!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;On December 2nd, 2006, I attended my 2nd Senators game. This one had a much better outcome. The senators won the game 5-2 against the Tampa Bay Lightning. We were sitting behind the away net, and every goal in the game was scored on it. It was great. I even got to see my favourite Lightning, Vincent Lecavalier, score a goal. Of course I would have love to see Razor get a shutout. But if there was any player on the other team I would have like to see score a goal, it would definietly be Vinny. Once again, we took a trip up on the McCoy Bus tours. Only this time there was only about 10 people going to the game on the bus, so we had a mini bus with a broken window. It was pretty crazy. The bus driver wasn't that bright, we were for sure worried about getting lost or being late for the game. But no worries, we made it, and I got to watch my first ever live Senators win.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoARD9Mq4-I/AAAAAAAAAT8/XriHGRWLaJo/s1600-h/100_1489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080079139338904546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoARD9Mq4-I/AAAAAAAAAT8/XriHGRWLaJo/s400/100_1489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoAQ-dMq49I/AAAAAAAAAT0/Uu4zWFA1HRg/s1600-h/100_1486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080079044849624018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoAQ-dMq49I/AAAAAAAAAT0/Uu4zWFA1HRg/s400/100_1486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoAQydMq48I/AAAAAAAAATs/imPgkPk5qA4/s1600-h/100_1533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080078838691193794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoAQydMq48I/AAAAAAAAATs/imPgkPk5qA4/s400/100_1533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; This picture at the bottom was taken after the win. My favourite part about this pic is McGrattan's leg up in the air. Beautiful.&lt;/span&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/662917755738435406-2618492536070170548?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/2618492536070170548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=2618492536070170548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/2618492536070170548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/2618492536070170548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-2nd-senators-game.html' title='My 2nd Senators Game!'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoARD9Mq4-I/AAAAAAAAAT8/XriHGRWLaJo/s72-c/100_1489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-3451670661849773159</id><published>2007-06-25T10:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T11:59:31.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperate For a Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoAP49Mq43I/AAAAAAAAATE/ODIOtRhQZ6U/s1600-h/060814_kudrow_vmed_4p_widec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080077850848715634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoAP49Mq43I/AAAAAAAAATE/ODIOtRhQZ6U/s200/060814_kudrow_vmed_4p_widec.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;So I was reading a tabloid the other day, I think it was Star or something like that. Anyways, I was reading an article featuring the three female stars from the &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoAQbdMq47I/AAAAAAAAATk/ePjb0vSpD3c/s1600-h/courtney_cox_arquette_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080078443554202546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoAQbdMq47I/AAAAAAAAATk/ePjb0vSpD3c/s200/courtney_cox_arquette_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;best sitcom of all time, Friends. The article was about how apparently Lisa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kudrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Phoebe&lt;/span&gt;) and Jennifer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aniston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Rachel) did not get along. The article says that Lisa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kudrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Courtney&lt;/span&gt; Cox(Monica) were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;spotted&lt;/span&gt; having a meal together at a restaurant while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Anistion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sat at a table alone on the other side of the restauran&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoAQDdMq45I/AAAAAAAAATU/-INLJjCefc0/s1600-h/courtney_cox1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080078031237342098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoAQDdMq45I/AAAAAAAAATU/-INLJjCefc0/s200/courtney_cox1a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t. It goes on to say that a source said this and a friend said that, never giving any real names. There could be a number of reasons why the girls were not sitting together. Perhaps &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Aniston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; arrived earlier and was not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;spotted&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kurdrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Cox. That is just one of the many explanations for this that do not revo&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoAQRtMq46I/AAAAAAAAATc/EANcxnxQxSU/s1600-h/jennifer_aniston_300x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080078276050477986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoAQRtMq46I/AAAAAAAAATc/EANcxnxQxSU/s200/jennifer_aniston_300x400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lve around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kudrow&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Aniston&lt;/span&gt; hating each other. Not to mention, this would make Cox quite the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;biotch&lt;/span&gt; if you ask me. To leave her best friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Aniston&lt;/span&gt;, sitting by herself. Seems pretty unlikely. If you ask me, this reporter was just a little too desperate for a story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-3451670661849773159?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/3451670661849773159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=3451670661849773159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/3451670661849773159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/3451670661849773159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/06/desperate-for-story.html' title='Desperate For a Story'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RoAP49Mq43I/AAAAAAAAATE/ODIOtRhQZ6U/s72-c/060814_kudrow_vmed_4p_widec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-8116690829852148002</id><published>2007-06-25T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T12:09:06.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st Sens Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;In March of 2006, I heard the most exciting news, my sister had bought us tickets to a Ottawa Senators game. Of course I had to pay her back for my ticket, but knowing that in less than a month I was going to get to sit in the same building as my heros. It was so awesome. The game was against the Buffalo Sabres. My sister, her friend Nikki and I took a McCoy bus trip up. There was two huge coach buses going up to the game. The game ended in an embarrassing 6-2 loss for the Senators, but still, it was one of the bests nights of my life. I will never forget the moment that the Sens came onto the ice for the warm-up and I saw them for the first time. It was priceless. Something I will no doubt remember forever.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rn_pE9Mq42I/AAAAAAAAAS8/OvYkaY4VSYU/s1600-h/100_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080035176053662562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rn_pE9Mq42I/AAAAAAAAAS8/OvYkaY4VSYU/s400/100_0092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-8116690829852148002?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/8116690829852148002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=8116690829852148002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/8116690829852148002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/8116690829852148002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-1st-sens-game.html' title='My 1st Sens Game'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rn_pE9Mq42I/AAAAAAAAAS8/OvYkaY4VSYU/s72-c/100_0092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-3003427270293708114</id><published>2007-06-25T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T07:57:26.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The IPhone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;The Apple Inc.'s new cell phone, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;IPhone&lt;/span&gt;, with it's touch screen and built in media player, is expected to be the "revolutionary" says Apple Inc.'s C.E.O. Steve Jobs. This phone made me realize just how important &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;technology&lt;/span&gt; has become in my life and also how crazy technology is becoming. Now I thought the Motorola Razor phone was crazy. It is nothing compared to &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rn_Xv9Mq41I/AAAAAAAAAS0/3lXBAxGmcGQ/s1600-h/apple-iphones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080016123578737490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" height="189" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rn_Xv9Mq41I/AAAAAAAAAS0/3lXBAxGmcGQ/s200/apple-iphones.jpg" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;IPhone&lt;/span&gt; which is also a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;IPod&lt;/span&gt; music player as well as having the wireless web. The Razor recorded more sales than any other phone in history, selling over 50 million phones from 2004 to 2006. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;IPhone&lt;/span&gt; is expected to set new highs when it comes to the cellphone industry. I can't wait til I can see an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;IPhone&lt;/span&gt;. I want one so bad. Although I know I will like never be able to afford it. My biggest issue with buying a cellphone is that it seems &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I buy a cellphone, something cooler always comes out a few weeks later. Now really, it is not like anyone can always be right on top of the latest style in the cellphone world. With today's technology, well it is pretty much impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-3003427270293708114?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/3003427270293708114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=3003427270293708114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/3003427270293708114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/3003427270293708114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/06/iphone.html' title='The IPhone'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rn_Xv9Mq41I/AAAAAAAAAS0/3lXBAxGmcGQ/s72-c/apple-iphones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-2724483529319693804</id><published>2007-06-25T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T06:01:51.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>44 Things A Girl Would Die For</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rn-8KNMq4yI/AAAAAAAAASc/qJynKjSm9Ng/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079985788224725794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rn-8KNMq4yI/AAAAAAAAASc/qJynKjSm9Ng/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ladies: This will make you tear up :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Fellas: Read it, all of it! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1. Touch their waist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2. Talk to them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3. Share secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;4. Give her your jacket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;5. Kiss them slowly...are you remembering this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;6. Hug her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;7. Hold her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;8. Laugh with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;9. Invite her somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;10. Let her be with you when you're with your friends...keep reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;11. Smile with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;12. Take pics with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;13. Pull her onto your lap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;14. When she says she loves you more, deny it. fight back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;15. When her friends say i love her more than you, deny it. fight back and hug her tight so she cant get to her friends. it makes her feel loved...are you thinking about someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;16. Always hug her and say i love you when you see her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;17. Kiss her unexpectedly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;18. HUG HER FROM BEHIND AROUND THE WAIST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;19. Tell her shes beautiful not sexy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;20. Tell her the way you feel about her! You need to show her you mean it too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;21. Kiss her on the lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;22. DONT ask her to buy you stuff. you buy HER stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;23. Tell her what feels good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;24. Make her feel loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;25. Buy her stuff. small things can still help ...we might deny it but we accutally like and kinda want you to get us things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;26. Don't lie to her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;27. Don't cheat on her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;28. Take her anywhere she wants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;29. Text messege or call her in the morning and tell her have a good day at school, and how much you miss her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;30. Be there for her when ever she needs you, &amp; even when she doesn't need you, just be there so she'll know that she can always count on you...are you still reading this, you better be its important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;31. Hold her close when she's cold and she can hold you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;32. When you are alone hold her close and kiss her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;33. Kiss her on the cheek; (it will give her the hint that you want to kiss them).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;34. While in the movie, put your arm around her and then she will automatically put her head on your shoulder, then lean in and tilt her chin up and kiss her lightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;35. Dont ever tell her to leave even jokingly or act like you're mad. If shes upset, comfort her...remember this next time you are with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;36. When people diss her, stand up for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;37. Look deep into her eyes and tell her you love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;38. Lay down under the stars and put her head on your chest so she can listen to the steady beat of your heart, Link your fingers together while you whisper to her as she rests her eyes and listens to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;39. When walking next to each other grab her hand.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rn-8PdMq4zI/AAAAAAAAASk/pR5_dL60UA4/s1600-h/A%2520heart%2520love%2520hearts%2520valentines%2520day%2520valentine%25201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079985878419039026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rn-8PdMq4zI/AAAAAAAAASk/pR5_dL60UA4/s200/A%2520heart%2520love%2520hearts%2520valentines%2520day%2520valentine%25201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;40. When you hug her hold her in your arms as long as possible... MAKE SURE SHE KNOWS SHES LOVED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;41. Call her at night to wish her sweet dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;42. Comfort her when she cries and wipe away her tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;43. Take her for long walks at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;44. Always Remind her how much you love her....youll never know when she needs just a lil more love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-2724483529319693804?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/2724483529319693804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=2724483529319693804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/2724483529319693804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/2724483529319693804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/06/44-things-girl-would-die-for.html' title='44 Things A Girl Would Die For'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rn-8KNMq4yI/AAAAAAAAASc/qJynKjSm9Ng/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-6563005751460419070</id><published>2007-06-24T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T20:48:41.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;On June 1st a bunch of my friends and I packed up and drove to Picton Beach to attend beach day. It was so much fun. With the stress of final exams and projects coming up, it was so great to spend a day in the sun relaxing with friends.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rn86iNMq4xI/AAAAAAAAASU/lFylO9L9my4/s1600-h/n823355007_593825_6656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079843264029975314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rn86iNMq4xI/AAAAAAAAASU/lFylO9L9my4/s400/n823355007_593825_6656.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-6563005751460419070?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/6563005751460419070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=6563005751460419070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/6563005751460419070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/6563005751460419070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/06/beach-day.html' title='Beach Day'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rn86iNMq4xI/AAAAAAAAASU/lFylO9L9my4/s72-c/n823355007_593825_6656.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-6194461637167472275</id><published>2007-06-24T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T20:44:09.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG BROTHER MAKES A RETURN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rn85RdMq4vI/AAAAAAAAASE/DZDLzRgVAyA/s1600-h/chilltown_jpeg.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079841876755538674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" height="259" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rn85RdMq4vI/AAAAAAAAASE/DZDLzRgVAyA/s320/chilltown_jpeg.jpg" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I began watching &lt;em&gt;Big Brother&lt;/em&gt; years ago during the first season. I didn't watch much of the following seasons, however I watched last seasons &lt;em&gt;Big Brother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;All stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, and became addicted to it. And I have to say I was quite pleased about the outcome. From the beginning I was rooting for Boogie and Will to make it to the final two. For anyone who watched the show, even if you hated these two guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rn85qNMq4wI/AAAAAAAAASM/SDkuUiJq3l0/s1600-h/boogie_wins.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079842301957300994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px" height="253" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rn85qNMq4wI/AAAAAAAAASM/SDkuUiJq3l0/s320/boogie_wins.jpg" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;s, you have to give them credit. Although they did not both make it to the final two, they did make it to the final three and Boogie was the ulmtimate winner. For two guys who were a known alliance from day one and were brutally blunto make it to the final three. Amazing. They were the ultimate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;manipulators, convincing every person in the &lt;em&gt;Big Brother&lt;/em&gt; house at one time or another that they too were a member of chilltown&lt;/span&gt;. I doubt this season will be quite as entertaining without the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chilltown&lt;/span&gt; boys, however I am looking forward to the premier on July 5t&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-6194461637167472275?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/6194461637167472275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=6194461637167472275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/6194461637167472275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/6194461637167472275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/06/big-brother-soon-to-make-return.html' title='BIG BROTHER MAKES A RETURN'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rn85RdMq4vI/AAAAAAAAASE/DZDLzRgVAyA/s72-c/chilltown_jpeg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-8038397236587017114</id><published>2007-06-24T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T07:31:47.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutest Kid On Television</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rn6AQtMq4uI/AAAAAAAAAR8/IGecn8Pn_UI/s1600-h/prof_hope_justin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rn6AQtMq4uI/AAAAAAAAAR8/IGecn8Pn_UI/s320/prof_hope_justin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079638454219498210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So has anyone ever seen the television show Hope and Faith? Well for anyone who has not here is a brief description of the show: Hope and Faith is a sitcom about a soap opera actress named Faith &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fairfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;. After being killed off of the show she worked on, Faith moves to the suburbs to live with her sister Hope and her family in an attempt to flee the tabloids. Hope is married with three children. There is the teenage daughter Sydney, the smart middle child Hailey and the youngest child, the cutest kid on television, Justin. I totally love this kid. He, like the middle child Hailey, is very smart. This kid says the cutest things and has by far the cutest face I have ever seen on the T.V. This show stars Kelly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rippa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; from daytime televisions, Live with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Regis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; and Kelly. I absolutely love Kelly too. She is hilarious and so open. Well I just think that this kid is just to cute to be left unnoticed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-8038397236587017114?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/8038397236587017114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=8038397236587017114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/8038397236587017114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/8038397236587017114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/06/cutest-kid-on-television.html' title='Cutest Kid On Television'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rn6AQtMq4uI/AAAAAAAAAR8/IGecn8Pn_UI/s72-c/prof_hope_justin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-6419805640758312397</id><published>2007-06-22T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T10:41:16.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As The World Turns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnwIitMq4rI/AAAAAAAAARk/j-lUlzHrgLQ/s1600-h/As_The_World_Turns_Logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078943872108389042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnwIitMq4rI/AAAAAAAAARk/j-lUlzHrgLQ/s200/As_The_World_Turns_Logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt; At the Day Time Emmy's this year, I felt that my all time favourite soap opera, As The World Turns, did not receive the kind of love, respect and recognition I thought that they deserved. Now I have watch probably every soap at one time or another and religiously watch a number of them, and As The World Turns by far is the most creative, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;original&lt;/span&gt; and best written soap on the television. Unli&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnwImtMq4sI/AAAAAAAAARs/Gb9sa9yFwvA/s1600-h/0000034543_20061021003503.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078943940827865794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnwImtMq4sI/AAAAAAAAARs/Gb9sa9yFwvA/s320/0000034543_20061021003503.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ke many soaps like Days of Our Li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;ves, One Life To Live and Passions, the actors on As The World Turns can actually act. I don't even think it is the actors faults the probably all can act but it doesn't seem to appear that way on these shows. I'm not saying anything bad about these shows, in fact I am watching Days of Our Lives right now and it is one of the soaps I watch everyday. Thanks to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;satellite&lt;/span&gt; and time shifting or whatever it is called, I am able to watch my soaps after school on most days. Recently a former Days Of Our Lives star moved over to CBS and joined the cast of As The World Turns. It was like a complete turn around. He could act really well and didn't say all of the cheesy things that he had to say on his former show. Well I just feel that they should have gotten a little bit more love at the awards. However my favourite actress on the show, Maura West(Carly) won an award. I was pretty happy about that considering she beat out some other great actresses like Kim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zimmer&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnwJU9Mq4tI/AAAAAAAAAR0/31dgLH9CZx0/s1600-h/michelle-stafford1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078944735396815570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnwJU9Mq4tI/AAAAAAAAAR0/31dgLH9CZx0/s200/michelle-stafford1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Reva on Guiding Light), the woman who plays Catherine on Y&amp;R, and the woman who plays my favourite character on Y&amp;amp;R, the character of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Phyllis.&lt;/span&gt; But oh well:P just my opinion. Any soap opera watchers out there? Let me know what your favourite show is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-6419805640758312397?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/6419805640758312397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=6419805640758312397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/6419805640758312397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/6419805640758312397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/06/as-world-turns.html' title='As The World Turns'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnwIitMq4rI/AAAAAAAAARk/j-lUlzHrgLQ/s72-c/As_The_World_Turns_Logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-4192013158431323937</id><published>2007-06-22T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T10:19:37.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 20th BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnwEidMq4qI/AAAAAAAAARc/WUWCzqP6kTs/s1600-h/danni+and+lindsay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078939469766910626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnwEidMq4qI/AAAAAAAAARc/WUWCzqP6kTs/s400/danni+and+lindsay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I would just like to wish my bestest friend in the whole world a HAPPY 20th BIRTHDAY. Happy B-day Danni! Love you. xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-4192013158431323937?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/4192013158431323937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=4192013158431323937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/4192013158431323937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/4192013158431323937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-20th-birthday.html' title='HAPPY 20th BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnwEidMq4qI/AAAAAAAAARc/WUWCzqP6kTs/s72-c/danni+and+lindsay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-6283364373034864979</id><published>2007-06-21T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T09:59:11.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW G.M.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rns3L9Mq4pI/AAAAAAAAARU/MKD1Qr9Nuos/s1600-h/290532867_6d67f8d8a7_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078713683336159890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rns3L9Mq4pI/AAAAAAAAARU/MKD1Qr9Nuos/s200/290532867_6d67f8d8a7_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;A few days ago, Ottawa Senators General Manager, John Muckler was fired. Replacing him is last years Head Coach, Bryan Murray. I am excited and nervous to see what Murray will do with the team during the off season. I am also very interested in finding out who will be replacing Murray as the Sens new Head Coach. Updates soon to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-6283364373034864979?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/6283364373034864979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=6283364373034864979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/6283364373034864979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/6283364373034864979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-gm.html' title='NEW G.M.'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rns3L9Mq4pI/AAAAAAAAARU/MKD1Qr9Nuos/s72-c/290532867_6d67f8d8a7_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-7148881588536963269</id><published>2007-06-21T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T09:58:40.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCHOOL'S OUT FOR THE SUMMER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnsultMq4oI/AAAAAAAAARM/U1Hjsya5DNI/s1600-h/star_hg_clr.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078704230113141378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="277" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnsultMq4oI/AAAAAAAAARM/U1Hjsya5DNI/s320/star_hg_clr.gif" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;YAY. I am super happy. School is finally over. At about 10:00a.m. I finished my final exam which was in Media Studies. I have to say it feels damn good to have two months to relax and enjoy the nice weather. Oh ya and work:S. And my birthday is this summer so I am looking forward to that. The big 19. Bar time:P. I can't wait. One plan I have for the summer is to head up to Wonderland and maybe do a little shopping in Toronto. I miss Wonderland. It has been way to long:P. Well, the semester went pretty quick and was fairly fun in regards to classes. Well I will miss Ernestown, I guess:P in some ways. I will definitely miss you MzQbit. You are for sure one of my favourite teachers. Have a great summer. Well I just had to spread my excitement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-7148881588536963269?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/7148881588536963269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=7148881588536963269' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/7148881588536963269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/7148881588536963269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/06/school.html' title='SCHOOL&apos;S OUT FOR THE SUMMER!'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnsultMq4oI/AAAAAAAAARM/U1Hjsya5DNI/s72-c/star_hg_clr.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-1748344593562887840</id><published>2007-06-21T18:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T06:05:15.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRIP TO OTTAWA! Stanley Cup Finals Game #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnsiYtMq4nI/AAAAAAAAARE/bmmFzL-TSso/s1600-h/n512870706_552987_8660.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078690812635308658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnsiYtMq4nI/AAAAAAAAARE/bmmFzL-TSso/s400/n512870706_552987_8660.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; On June 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; I went on a road trip to Ottawa with some friends to support our heroes. We went and watched the game on the big screen outside of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Scotiabank&lt;/span&gt; Place in the rain. It sucked that it was raining but it was a lot of fun. We got taped by a camera man singing Raise a Little Hell by Trooper. He asked us to sing that song because Trooper was performing outside there that night for the Sens fans. So one of the people who came with us on the trip is from the Ottawa area and just happen to know someone at the game and it turns out we were shown singing on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jumbo tron&lt;/span&gt; (however you spell that) inside. I'm glad I didn't know anyone at the game:P. We also got our picture taken by a newspaper photographer and got to stand in line behind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Vermette's&lt;/span&gt; dad on mission into the beer tent for shelter. So it was a disappointing loss that night followed by the ultimate disappointment only two days later. On our way to Ottawa we got hungry so we decided to stop in a town called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kemptville&lt;/span&gt; for something to eat. We ended up getting lost. There was a bunch of construction and detours which didn't help the situation. For anyone who is from or has ever been to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kemptville&lt;/span&gt; you are probably laughing right now, because it is not a very big town. The photo above was taken in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kemptville&lt;/span&gt;. It was a great town. There were GO SENS GO signs everywhere from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt; signs to gingerbread cookies at Tim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Horton's&lt;/span&gt;. We even got a discount on our meals at McDonald's because we were wearing our Sens gear. After the game we went to have dinner at a restaurant called Jack &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Astor's&lt;/span&gt;. Let's just say I was not impressed with that restaurant at all. You would think spending $20.00 for a meal you would a least get a coke that wasn't flat. We spent the night in Ottawa that night and drove home in the morning. Well that about wraps up my trip to Ottawa. So I even managed to get myself onto the Senators website. Its about a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;millisecond&lt;/span&gt; of me but still:P. If you feel like checking out just go here and click on Fan in the red zone for game # 4.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.playoffs.ottawasenators.com/eng/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;http://www.playoffs.ottawasenators.com/eng/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(For some reason the site seems to be down. Oh well, we WERE on the Senators website:P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-1748344593562887840?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/1748344593562887840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=1748344593562887840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/1748344593562887840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/1748344593562887840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/06/trip-to-ottawa-stanley-cup-finals-game.html' title='TRIP TO OTTAWA! Stanley Cup Finals Game #4'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnsiYtMq4nI/AAAAAAAAARE/bmmFzL-TSso/s72-c/n512870706_552987_8660.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-1314062489805689325</id><published>2007-06-21T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T09:57:51.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Year Old Boy Performs Surgery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rnsh2NMq4mI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/PFsMtP-dtMQ/s1600-h/scalpel.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078690219929821794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rnsh2NMq4mI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/PFsMtP-dtMQ/s320/scalpel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Just a few days ago a 15 year old boy in Southern India performed a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cesarean&lt;/span&gt; section birth under his parents supervision. The boy did this in an attempt to make his way into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Guinness&lt;/span&gt; Book of World Records for being the youngest person to ever perform &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;surgery&lt;/span&gt;. Instead, the boys parents may be facing charges. Granted his parents are licensed Doctors, however I doubt that there is anything in that license regarding allowing your child to perform surgery under your watch. I was so shocked to hear about this. This is insane. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Surgeons&lt;/span&gt; go to school for years and years before they can perform surgery. It is outrageous to think someone is doing this when he has only been alive for about the same amount of time he should have to attend school in order to perform surgery. Anyways, let me know your thoughts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-1314062489805689325?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/1314062489805689325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=1314062489805689325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/1314062489805689325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/1314062489805689325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/06/15-year-old-boy-performs-surgery.html' title='15 Year Old Boy Performs Surgery'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rnsh2NMq4mI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/PFsMtP-dtMQ/s72-c/scalpel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-5289952436181025200</id><published>2007-06-21T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T09:57:39.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Friends~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me and some of my favourite girls:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnrKltMq4lI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/XQP96xhp-lk/s1600-h/n823355007_579745_4667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078594278950363730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnrKltMq4lI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/XQP96xhp-lk/s400/n823355007_579745_4667.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-5289952436181025200?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/5289952436181025200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=5289952436181025200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/5289952436181025200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/5289952436181025200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/06/friends.html' title='~Friends~'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnrKltMq4lI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/XQP96xhp-lk/s72-c/n823355007_579745_4667.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-777684617851364217</id><published>2007-06-21T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T09:57:16.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More On Canada Vs America</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnrFSdMq4kI/AAAAAAAAAQs/JLj8OvBytB4/s1600-h/2007-cntm.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078588450679743042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnrFSdMq4kI/AAAAAAAAAQs/JLj8OvBytB4/s320/2007-cntm.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt; So like America's Next Top Model, I have found myself totally addicted to Canada's Next Top Model. I almost find that I like it better. Although it is the same as America's Next Top Model, it is very different. For instance, on last nights &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;episode&lt;/span&gt; they showed the girls getting drunk with a hockey team. They also seem to show the girls saying things that I highly doubt they would show on American television. So my favourite model, Cori, almost got the boot last night but just barely made it. I hope she can improve because I find her absolutely adorable. I really hope Tia is the next to go. That is one annoying girl. Even one of the judges thought so last night. She just needs to chill out and relax. These girls really make Canadian's look dramatic. Anyways, if anyone watched the show, let me know what you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-777684617851364217?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/777684617851364217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=777684617851364217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/777684617851364217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/777684617851364217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/06/more-on-canada-vs-america.html' title='More On Canada Vs America'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnrFSdMq4kI/AAAAAAAAAQs/JLj8OvBytB4/s72-c/2007-cntm.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-2197534319796315847</id><published>2007-06-21T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T09:57:02.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rnq_wNMq4jI/AAAAAAAAAQk/pxjD8-Ho3Fk/s1600-h/hearts_600x684.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078582364711084594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px" height="290" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rnq_wNMq4jI/AAAAAAAAAQk/pxjD8-Ho3Fk/s320/hearts_600x684.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it's harder every time. You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;You'll fight with your best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;You'll blame a new love for things an old one did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ANONYMOUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-2197534319796315847?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/2197534319796315847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=2197534319796315847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/2197534319796315847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/2197534319796315847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/06/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rnq_wNMq4jI/AAAAAAAAAQk/pxjD8-Ho3Fk/s72-c/hearts_600x684.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-8528924381657415665</id><published>2007-06-19T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T09:56:41.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Smarter Than A Fifth Grader?¿</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RniebdMq4iI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cmhaGGh8Cyc/s1600-h/smarter-than-fifth.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077982774391661090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" height="159" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RniebdMq4iI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cmhaGGh8Cyc/s200/smarter-than-fifth.jpg" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The other night, I decided to sit down and watch &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are You&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Smarter Than A Fifth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Grader?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the first time. I think this show is brilliant. It is a show where adult contestants must answer a series of questions at fifth grade level for a chance to win money. The host of the show is Jeff Foxworthy&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; I think this show is a prime example of how a lot of the things we learn in school we will not remember when we are older, and a lot of it probably won't affect our lives. Don't get me wrong, there are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;obviously&lt;/span&gt; things that we learn in school that we will take with us for the rest of our lives. I found it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt; how many of the answers the contestants were unable to answer, and how many I was unable to answer. Anyways, I just think this is such a creative show. Such a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;refreshment&lt;/span&gt; from a lot of the lame game shows and reality T.V. shows they are putting on television these days. Just when I thought they were all out of good ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-8528924381657415665?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/8528924381657415665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=8528924381657415665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/8528924381657415665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/8528924381657415665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/06/are-you-smarter-than-fifth-grader.html' title='Are You Smarter Than A Fifth Grader?¿'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RniebdMq4iI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cmhaGGh8Cyc/s72-c/smarter-than-fifth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-5377159562049516677</id><published>2007-06-17T21:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T09:55:54.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Fantastic Authors</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;G&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnYI4dMq4fI/AAAAAAAAAQE/MJQ5iG_WtTA/s1600-h/nm.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077255395910279666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" height="180" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnYI4dMq4fI/AAAAAAAAAQE/MJQ5iG_WtTA/s200/nm.bmp" width="121" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;erritsen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;author&lt;/span&gt;, and a great one if I may add. She writes crime mystery novels. I have read 4 of 6 or 7 of her books that feature the same characters. I have become totally addicted to her books and can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnYI-tMq4gI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Ni1aXCLU_uU/s1600-h/Gerr_0345459482_oeb_opf_r1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077255503284462082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" height="151" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnYI-tMq4gI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Ni1aXCLU_uU/s200/Gerr_0345459482_oeb_opf_r1.jpg" width="106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;t to start reading the last book. Hopefully she writes more novels with the same characters because like her books I have become addicted to them too. One of the main characters in these books is a female detective named Jane &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rizzoli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. She is one of those very independent and strong women but eventually in like the 3rd book falls victim to love like everyone else when she meets a FBI agent named Gabriel Dean, when she met him on a case they were forced to work on together. Although at first she did find him to be a very attractiv&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnYJCdMq4hI/AAAAAAAAAQU/dIwh5S7sCk4/s1600-h/0345458915_01_LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077255567708971538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" height="191" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnYJCdMq4hI/AAAAAAAAAQU/dIwh5S7sCk4/s200/0345458915_01_LZZZZZZZ.jpg" width="124" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e man, she never would have pictured anything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;happening&lt;/span&gt; between them, and well she didn't even really seem to like him much at all and was very suspicious of him. After eventually falling in love with him they marry and have a daughter. In the 1st book, Jane is almost killed after an &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnYIzdMq4eI/AAAAAAAAAP8/cawimB36Fh4/s1600-h/thesurgeon.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077255310010933730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" height="181" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnYIzdMq4eI/AAAAAAAAAP8/cawimB36Fh4/s200/thesurgeon.gif" width="117" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;incid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ent&lt;/span&gt; involving a man they called The Surgeon. I'm not really to sure on the details of that story because it just happens to be the one I have yet to read. What I do know is that she was pinned to the floor somehow and has still has scars on her hands from the attack. I am currently reading the 3rd book of the series called The Sinner. I am almost finished it and plan to begin reading The Surgeon as soon as I am finished. Other books by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Gerritsen&lt;/span&gt; that I have read are Body Double, The Apprenti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnYIktMq4bI/AAAAAAAAAPk/XjcsqktIVAU/s1600-h/vanish.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077255056607863218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" height="167" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnYIktMq4bI/AAAAAAAAAPk/XjcsqktIVAU/s200/vanish.bmp" width="110" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ce and Vanish. All great books. Another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;author&lt;/span&gt; I have grown to love is Karin Slaughter. Like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Gerritsen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Slaughter writes crime mys&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tery&lt;/span&gt; novels. She also has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnYIq9Mq4cI/AAAAAAAAAPs/l_i2uzTrJbk/s1600-h/0440242916.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077255163982045634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="187" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnYIq9Mq4cI/AAAAAAAAAPs/l_i2uzTrJbk/s200/0440242916.jpg" width="103" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ies&lt;/span&gt; of books revolving around the same group of characters. And weirdly enough there is also a strong, independent lead character who is a police detective. Her character's name is Lena Adams. Now this isn't the weirdest part, Lena also survived an attack where she was raped and had her hands and feet nailed to the ground. I find this odd because both of these characters seem to look down at the scars on their hands a lot. I haven't read any books by Slaughter in months because I find that it is much harder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnYIvNMq4dI/AAAAAAAAAP0/CC9y-tUZIkw/s1600-h/8482812.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077255236996489682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" height="152" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnYIvNMq4dI/AAAAAAAAAP0/CC9y-tUZIkw/s200/8482812.gif" width="95" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to find her books. The two of her books that I have read are called Faithless and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kisscut&lt;/span&gt;. I am going to try to buy the collection of her book on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ebay&lt;/span&gt; if I can't find them anywhere because they are that good, and I really want to read them. If anyone likes to read these kinds of books I highly recommend these two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;authors&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-5377159562049516677?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/5377159562049516677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=5377159562049516677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/5377159562049516677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/5377159562049516677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/06/tess-gerritsen.html' title='Two Fantastic Authors'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnYI4dMq4fI/AAAAAAAAAQE/MJQ5iG_WtTA/s72-c/nm.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-7025501967251930870</id><published>2007-06-17T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T09:55:18.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm not going to sit here and explain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, because obviously by now everyone knows what it is all about. I just want to show my support toward it. I am pretty much addicted to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnXv29Mq4aI/AAAAAAAAAPc/-ggt4pmMUd8/s1600-h/logo_facebook-rgb-7inch-706175.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077227882349781410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnXv29Mq4aI/AAAAAAAAAPc/-ggt4pmMUd8/s200/logo_facebook-rgb-7inch-706175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt; it. It is not like I spend hours a day on it, but I do like to check it many times throughout the day. It has become even better lately, with new features each day, such as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;photo shops&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;slide shows&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;horoscopes&lt;/span&gt;. Oh and not to mention the cute little Ottawa Senators application that is quite sparkly:P. That is just a very small percentage of the new features that facebook has added in the last few weeks. I just love it. Anyways, I wish all of the haters toward &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; would just drop it. I think it would be very upsetting if it were ever banned or anything like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-7025501967251930870?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/7025501967251930870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=7025501967251930870' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/7025501967251930870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/7025501967251930870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/06/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnXv29Mq4aI/AAAAAAAAAPc/-ggt4pmMUd8/s72-c/logo_facebook-rgb-7inch-706175.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-2401582876591185844</id><published>2007-06-17T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T09:55:04.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnXt_NMq4ZI/AAAAAAAAAPU/iyb8GKnDe_Y/s1600-h/i_lily_flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077225825060446610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnXt_NMq4ZI/AAAAAAAAAPU/iyb8GKnDe_Y/s320/i_lily_flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I would just like to say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MzQbit&lt;/span&gt;, that I have really enjoyed blogging and your class in general. Probably more than any other class that I have taken throughout &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;high school, not that it really has much good to compare to:P.&lt;/span&gt; I may even continue to write in my blog every once in a while after the class is over. I really hope you get to continue to teach this class next year. I doubt this class would have been that great with a different teacher. Anyways, have a great summer everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-2401582876591185844?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/2401582876591185844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=2401582876591185844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/2401582876591185844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/2401582876591185844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/06/blogging.html' title='Blogging'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnXt_NMq4ZI/AAAAAAAAAPU/iyb8GKnDe_Y/s72-c/i_lily_flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-342278124325406264</id><published>2007-06-17T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T09:54:45.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Canadian Vs American</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;So the other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnW_rdMq4XI/AAAAAAAAAPE/GC6crHQuXUQ/s1600-h/canadasnexttopmodel-763999.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077174908223152498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnW_rdMq4XI/AAAAAAAAAPE/GC6crHQuXUQ/s200/canadasnexttopmodel-763999.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt; night I decided I'd check out Canada's Next Top Model. I didn't really think I would like it as much as I like America's Next Top Model, considering it is lacking what made me watch it to begin with, Tyra Banks. However it is a lot better than I had intisipated. But America's Next Top Model is still a lot better. Anyways, while watching this show I found something very odd that I did not expect. These Canadian girls seem to be a lot rudder and pardon my language, but they seem to just be bitchier. On America's Next Top Model, although t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnW_VdMq4WI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V8peDhva-Vs/s1600-h/cntm-cori.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077174530266030434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnW_VdMq4WI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V8peDhva-Vs/s200/cntm-cori.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;he girls didn't get along at times, when it came down to one of them leaving they all gave hugs and said their good-byes. Not in Canada. On last nights episode, the girl who was asked to leave gave two of the girls a hug before leaving and did not even say good-bye to the rest. And only a few episodes in, they are already on each other's backs about everything. I found this weird. Anyways, just an observation. I would really like to think that the over all population of Canadian girls are a lot nicer than this to each other. Oh and one last thought, I'm thinking at this point that I like Corii. All the power to her:P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-342278124325406264?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/342278124325406264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=342278124325406264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/342278124325406264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/342278124325406264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/06/canadian-vs-american.html' title='Canadian Vs American'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnW_rdMq4XI/AAAAAAAAAPE/GC6crHQuXUQ/s72-c/canadasnexttopmodel-763999.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-6367185477941448848</id><published>2007-06-13T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T09:54:28.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"How am I Supposed to Heal When I Can't Feel Time?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Memento&lt;/em&gt; is one of those movies that has you still thinking about it long after you've pressed the stop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;button&lt;/span&gt;. It is more a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;puzzle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnV0SdMq4UI/AAAAAAAAAOs/V242b5f2lSA/s1600-h/Mementoguy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077092015354339650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnV0SdMq4UI/AAAAAAAAAOs/V242b5f2lSA/s200/Mementoguy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;an a movie and is one of the most original concepts for a thriller movie that I have ever seen. The movie is about a man who due to the condition he developed after being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;whacked&lt;/span&gt; over the head, wakes up each morning without any memory of his life since the day his wife was raped and murdered. It is like he can not feel time and all he knows about his present life is that he is on a mission to find the man who killed his wife. The man, Leonard, leaves notes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;everywher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnV0OdMq4TI/AAAAAAAAAOk/lBuxC-4VXuI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077091946634862898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnV0OdMq4TI/AAAAAAAAAOk/lBuxC-4VXuI/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e in order to remind himself of the things his mind will no longer allow him to remember. For more important facts, he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tattoos&lt;/span&gt; the information on to his body. He also takes pictures of people and places which he scribbles notes on the back of, in order to remember them. Because the movie went backwards, I feel like while I was watching the movie, I understood how Leonard felt because throughout each scene I had no idea where it was in the movie or what had happened before than. It was impossible to draw a conclusion about any characters until the very end because each scene brought new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;secr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnV0XdMq4VI/AAAAAAAAAO0/oVI3Ht0s6GQ/s1600-h/bgfhgfw.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077092101253685586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnV0XdMq4VI/AAAAAAAAAO0/oVI3Ht0s6GQ/s200/bgfhgfw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ets&lt;/span&gt; and unexpected details about each one. I also think that this is a movie that could be watched a thousand times, only during your thousandth time to notice something that you had missed the first nine hundred and ninety nine times. I found that this was a very good movie with many unexpected and creative plot twists. The end of the movie, really being the beginning, left me with new questions which were left without answers. Which I guess in one positive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;aspect&lt;/span&gt;, leaves the movie open to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;anyones&lt;/span&gt; opinion and interpretation. In conclusion, this was a very good creative movie that may need to be watched more than once in order to feel completely satisfied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-6367185477941448848?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/6367185477941448848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=6367185477941448848' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/6367185477941448848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/6367185477941448848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-am-i-supposed-to-heal-when-i-cant.html' title='&quot;How am I Supposed to Heal When I Can&apos;t Feel Time?&quot;'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RnV0SdMq4UI/AAAAAAAAAOs/V242b5f2lSA/s72-c/Mementoguy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-6400780614818379032</id><published>2007-06-07T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T09:54:13.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hounddog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Twelve year old actress Dakota Fanning recently filmed an independent movie called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hounddog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; last July. In this movie, which was set in the 1950's, there is a scene were Dakota Fanning who plays a nine year old, takes off her clothes and dances for a man after being lured by her best fr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rmh8S9Mq4SI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ciDFAIvqZk4/s1600-h/dakotacrying.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073441645340057890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" height="234" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rmh8S9Mq4SI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ciDFAIvqZk4/s320/dakotacrying.jpg" width="296" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;iend in order to get tickets to an Elvis concert. In the movie the man then rapes Dakota's character. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; disgusted by this. Now this isn't just like you know the character was raped, there was an actual rape scene filmed. The director of the movie insists that much care would be taken to p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;portray&lt;/span&gt; this rape in a delicate manner. Others on the set said they had to leave the set because the scene was way too graphic. They also said that Dakota's mother Joy sat and watched as her daughter pretended to be raped. There were also many other scenes in the script that were unbelievably disturbing, some filmed some not. Some of these scenes include her &lt;em&gt;father&lt;/em&gt; and a nine year old boy. I don't care if there is no nudity in this movie, this is child pornography. I am so disturbed. It's so sad that a mother would put her child through all of that in order to what make some money? Joy and Dakota's agent thought that the movie would land her an Oscar nomination. I'm not sure what kind of sick world we live in. I know it's bad, but like she would ever get an Oscar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nomination&lt;/span&gt; for this. If anything, this could destroy her career. Dakota was seen wearing only her underpants in several scenes while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;filming&lt;/span&gt;. There were also scene where animals were killed, which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; wasn't fake. The movie production shut down after potential investors were turned off by the shocking material and did not want to be involved with the movie, which had a budget of under $5 million. I don't know what has happened since then, but hopefully it will stay that way.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-6400780614818379032?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/6400780614818379032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=6400780614818379032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/6400780614818379032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/6400780614818379032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/06/hounddog.html' title='Hounddog'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rmh8S9Mq4SI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ciDFAIvqZk4/s72-c/dakotacrying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-6347012612460256806</id><published>2007-06-07T13:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T13:38:33.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I am officially in a state of depression:P The Ducks won the cup:(:(:(:( Although I am very proud of the Sens for making it to the finals, I was a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; in their performance throughout the finals. Well maybe next year. For now, we'll have to settle for Eastern Conference Champs. GO SENS GO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073424319441985810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RmhsidMq4RI/AAAAAAAAAOU/TmiqrLP3MOI/s400/070519_Alfredsson_hmed_5p_hmedium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-6347012612460256806?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/6347012612460256806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=6347012612460256806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/6347012612460256806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/6347012612460256806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s Over'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RmhsidMq4RI/AAAAAAAAAOU/TmiqrLP3MOI/s72-c/070519_Alfredsson_hmed_5p_hmedium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-1634606703261190240</id><published>2007-05-25T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T09:53:43.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Cream..Not For Kids Anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RleRfYuUh5I/AAAAAAAAAOM/HaQJQaTmgU0/s1600-h/SOFTSERVEGROUP.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068679874027489170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RleRfYuUh5I/AAAAAAAAAOM/HaQJQaTmgU0/s200/SOFTSERVEGROUP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Maybe it's just me, but I find the new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.dairyqueen.com/en-CA/default.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Dairy Queen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;commercials are just a little bit sexual. It seems that everyhing in the media has to be about sex, and now even ice cream. But I guess "sex sells". When I think of Dairy Queen, I think of a place I used to love to go to when I was a kid. It's a little weird to me to be incorporating that with sex. There should really be a limit on what people use sex to sell. Anyways, just my opionion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&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/662917755738435406-1634606703261190240?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/1634606703261190240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=1634606703261190240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/1634606703261190240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/1634606703261190240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/05/ice-creamnot-for-kids-anymore.html' title='Ice Cream..Not For Kids Anymore'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RleRfYuUh5I/AAAAAAAAAOM/HaQJQaTmgU0/s72-c/SOFTSERVEGROUP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-7862729545217192895</id><published>2007-05-25T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T09:48:39.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rosie vs Elizabeth</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068667723565008754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RleGcIuUh3I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KfUp9-JGIHw/s200/TV%2520O%252527DONNELL%2520VIEW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Recently Rosie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;O'Donnell&lt;/span&gt; announced that she would make her exit from &lt;a href="http://http://abc.go.com/daytime/theview/"&gt;The View &lt;/a&gt;at the end of June 2007. Some people think Rosie was fired after she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;continuously&lt;/span&gt; spoke out about her opinions regarding George Bush, 9/11 and the was in Iraq. On May 23, 2007, Rosie and co-star Elizabeth got into a heated argument about Bush and the war in Iraq. Rosie later made an announcement saying she would not be returning to The View for her final few weeks. I find it just a little odd that Elizabeth would defend Bush to a point where she got angry and was practically yelling on national television. She is completely unwilling to listen to what anyone has to say about Bush and/or 9/11. I truly hate people like this. Everyone has the right to their own opi&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RleGvIuUh4I/AAAAAAAAAOE/-vJKUOSnZM8/s1600-h/13374341_240X180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068668049982523266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RleGvIuUh4I/AAAAAAAAAOE/-vJKUOSnZM8/s320/13374341_240X180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nion, but when you are unwilling to even listen to FACT, than your opionion means nothing to me. And why should it, when all she knows is what she wants to know. Another weird thing, apparently Elizabeth was recently invited to have dinner with George Bush himself at the white house. How often do ya think talk show hosts and former Survivor stars get invited to the white house? I'm thinking never. So maybe there is a little more there then we know. To watch a clip of the fight between Rosie and Elizabeth, you can watch at at this website:&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=7iEXvOMJL6g"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=7iEXvOMJL6g&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-7862729545217192895?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/7862729545217192895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=7862729545217192895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/7862729545217192895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/7862729545217192895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/05/rosie-vs-elizabeth.html' title='Rosie vs Elizabeth'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RleGcIuUh3I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KfUp9-JGIHw/s72-c/TV%2520O%252527DONNELL%2520VIEW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-8260583485729032453</id><published>2007-05-25T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T09:53:23.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Find Out Who Your Friends Are</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Run your car off the side of the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Get stuck in a ditch way out in the middle of nowhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Get yourself in a bind lose the shirt off your back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Need a floor need a couch need a bus fare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;This is where the rubber meets the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;This is where the cream is gonna rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;This is what you really didn't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;This is where the truth don't lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;{Chorus}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;You find out who you're friends are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Somebody's gonna drop everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Run out and crank up their car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Hit the gas get there fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Never stop to think 'what's in it for me' or 'it's way too far'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;They just show on up with their big old heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;You find out who you're friends are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Everybody wants to slap your back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;wants to shake your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;when you're up on top of that mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;But let one of those rocks give way then you slide back down look up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;and see who's around then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;This ain't where the road comes to an end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;This ain't where the bandwagon stops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;This is just one of those times when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;A lot of folks jump off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;{Chorus}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;You find out who you're friends are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Somebody's gonna drop everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Run out and crank up their car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hit the gas get there fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Never stop to think 'what's in it for me' or 'it's way too far'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;They just show on up with their big old heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You find out who you're friends are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When the water's high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When the weather's not so fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When the well runs dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Who's gonna be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;By Tracy Lawrence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255);" &gt;*I really love the lyrics to this song. I think it's pretty amazing.*:P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-8260583485729032453?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/8260583485729032453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=8260583485729032453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/8260583485729032453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/8260583485729032453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/05/find-out-who-your-friends-are.html' title='Find Out Who Your Friends Are'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-7512041094597580294</id><published>2007-05-24T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T09:51:39.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RlWkY4uUhzI/AAAAAAAAANc/xBw4StALZZM/s1600-h/lostseason3cast.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068137703125845810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 228px; HEIGHT: 176px" height="171" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RlWkY4uUhzI/AAAAAAAAANc/xBw4StALZZM/s200/lostseason3cast.jpg" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So how about that &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//abc.go.com/primetime/lost/index"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lost&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; season finale last night? Are you freaking kidding me? They get off the island? I don't really know what to think about that. I just hope they have somewhere really good to go with that story-line. After a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surprisingly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disappointing&lt;/span&gt; season of Lost, they cert&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ainly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; surprised me in the finale. I'm not to sure if it was a good surprise or not, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; a surprise. I think the episode was really well done last night. My favourite part was when Jack told Kate he loved her. I've been waiting for that one for three seasons now:P The one thing I find very odd is that in the flash forwards:P, Ja&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RlWkcYuUh0I/AAAAAAAAANk/NV90-D8bhKk/s1600-h/0918_lostnumbers.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068137763255387970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 143px" height="125" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RlWkcYuUh0I/AAAAAAAAANk/NV90-D8bhKk/s200/0918_lostnumbers.jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;talks about&lt;/span&gt; father as if he is still alive in more than one scene. In one part he says "Go up stairs and get my father. If he's less drunk than I am, you can fire me." or something along those lines. Weird if you ask me:P Well, it sucks that I won't find out what is going on until January 2008.:S Seems so far away, maybe cuz it is:P I think the worst part about that is wondering if Charlie is okay:P.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-7512041094597580294?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/7512041094597580294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=7512041094597580294' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/7512041094597580294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/7512041094597580294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-lost.html' title='Im Lost'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RlWkY4uUhzI/AAAAAAAAANc/xBw4StALZZM/s72-c/lostseason3cast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-6338068439975888599</id><published>2007-05-23T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T09:51:12.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sens Vs Ducks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RlUMwouUhvI/AAAAAAAAAM8/bSDWOM4Ybfg/s1600-h/PH2007010400013.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067970985380316914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" height="139" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RlUMwouUhvI/AAAAAAAAAM8/bSDWOM4Ybfg/s200/PH2007010400013.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So the Sens will be playing the Ducks in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Stanley Cup &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RlUPpIuUhyI/AAAAAAAAANU/J7HK30CNi2s/s1600-h/vancouver-canucks-6-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067974155066181410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" height="140" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RlUPpIuUhyI/AAAAAAAAANU/J7HK30CNi2s/s200/vancouver-canucks-6-0.jpg" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;finals&lt;/span&gt;. Oh I really love the sound of the Sens in the finals:):P. It's gonna be tough. It should be an interesting series. GO SENS GO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-6338068439975888599?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/6338068439975888599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=6338068439975888599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/6338068439975888599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/6338068439975888599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/05/sens-vs-ducks.html' title='Sens Vs Ducks'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RlUMwouUhvI/AAAAAAAAAM8/bSDWOM4Ybfg/s72-c/PH2007010400013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-1004913301292156176</id><published>2007-05-23T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T09:50:06.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RlTva4uUhuI/AAAAAAAAAM0/sgoFqtys8bE/s1600-h/2407_9mg.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067938725880956642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" height="98" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RlTva4uUhuI/AAAAAAAAAM0/sgoFqtys8bE/s200/2407_9mg.jpg" width="157" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; So the other day I was sitting outside of the school with Emily when we saw a little blue Civic drive by. The odd thing was, the driver was driving from the passengers seat. :S I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; how it is in some other countries but you would think it would be illegal here. Anyways, I just thought it was funny:P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-1004913301292156176?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/1004913301292156176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=1004913301292156176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/1004913301292156176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/1004913301292156176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/05/crazy-car.html' title='Crazy Car'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RlTva4uUhuI/AAAAAAAAAM0/sgoFqtys8bE/s72-c/2407_9mg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-3400003438229663583</id><published>2007-05-22T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T09:49:46.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Simpsons OutFox</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have now seen more than one episode of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.thesimpsons.com/episode_guide/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Simpson's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;where they make jokes regarding Fox and Fox News. I find this very odd considering The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Simpson's&lt;/span&gt; is a Fox show. Like everyone else in the world, I love The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Simpson's&lt;/span&gt; and was very impressed by seeing them say these things. Here is a little example of some of these jokes, not the best one but it gives the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pFtsfDjOGjs" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-3400003438229663583?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/3400003438229663583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=3400003438229663583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/3400003438229663583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/3400003438229663583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/05/simpsons-outfox.html' title='The Simpsons OutFox'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-4946078588439834488</id><published>2007-05-22T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T09:49:26.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Britneys Flip Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RlNshYuUhsI/AAAAAAAAAMk/9xFl2tHR42k/s1600-h/bspears2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067513326550156994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" height="175" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RlNshYuUhsI/AAAAAAAAAMk/9xFl2tHR42k/s200/bspears2.jpg" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I recently watched an episode of one of those shows like Access Hollywood or Entertainment Tonight(not really sure which one). Anyways, they were talking about how Britney Spears had a conniption on an airplane because the seats were not made of leather. After demanding to be let off the plane before it took off, she held up the flight and the passengers on board for over an hour while her loads of luggage were carried off the plane. It's pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; that she thinks she is so important that hundreds of people should be held up for such a long ti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RlNsp4uUhtI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ggsAUOaaCJM/s1600-h/britney-spears-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067513472579045074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RlNsp4uUhtI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ggsAUOaaCJM/s200/britney-spears-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;me for something as stupid as what she was sitting on. I hope the majority of celebrities aren't like this. Maybe it's just Britney. After all she is a little....ya know:S. This has nothing to do with that, I just think it's funny. Later that night she was caught &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lip syncing&lt;/span&gt; during a performance when the track skipped. She turned around hoping no one would notice. Sorry Brit, they did. Not that they didn't already know.:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-4946078588439834488?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/4946078588439834488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=4946078588439834488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/4946078588439834488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/4946078588439834488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/05/britneys-flip-show.html' title='Britneys Flip Show'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RlNshYuUhsI/AAAAAAAAAMk/9xFl2tHR42k/s72-c/bspears2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-4141807791458581692</id><published>2007-05-22T10:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T09:48:28.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Officer and a Gentleman?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RlMz74uUhqI/AAAAAAAAAMU/XcljeLVUQqA/s1600-h/hndfhfgjfhghj.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067451109653907106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RlMz74uUhqI/AAAAAAAAAMU/XcljeLVUQqA/s200/hndfhfgjfhghj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; So the season finale of The Bachelor:Officer and a Gentleman, was on last night. I know I wrote a post about The Bachelor a couple of months ago but, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;all though&lt;/span&gt; I do love the show, I'm just very bothered by the idea of it. Through out this two hour finale, Andy(The Bachelor) confessed his love to both women(Tessa and Bevon). I was a little confused but I was pretty much convinced of who he was going to propose to. Well I was wrong. Could it have been the I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yous&lt;/span&gt; or all the hugs and kisses, I'm not sure. All I know is that up until about 20 minutes before he proposed to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RlMzJ4uUhoI/AAAAAAAAAME/umydHp3ZlO8/s1600-h/ep1008_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067450250660447874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" height="140" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RlMzJ4uUhoI/AAAAAAAAAME/umydHp3ZlO8/s200/ep1008_09.jpg" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; his now fiance Tessa, he had no idea what he was going to do. Given an extra hour to think about it, he may have went a different way. Maybe it's just me, but I think if you TRULY love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;som&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;eone&lt;/span&gt;, it's impossible to also be in love with someone else. Andy also stated to not only his parents, but whoever had their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;channel&lt;/span&gt; tuned in to this show last night, that he had never in his life felt the sparks and electricity that he felt with Bevon. You would think if you were Tessa, that would make you a little insecure. Not to mention up until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; 5 minutes before what should be one of the most special days in Tessa's life, Andy was rejecting the last of the other 24 women he had dated through out the season. I just don't understand how these woman can truly believe that this man is in love with them or how they are in love with him for that matter. And to stand there and wait to see if he will choose you. How pathetic. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;aaahhh&lt;/span&gt;....Gentleman? Ya real big gentleman, having women fight for his love while treating them like they are nothing when HE decides he doesn't want them anymore. I didn't know the d&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RlMy84uUhnI/AAAAAAAAAL8/R28ByhFV3kA/s1600-h/ep1008_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067450027322148466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" height="128" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RlMy84uUhnI/AAAAAAAAAL8/R28ByhFV3kA/s200/ep1008_05.jpg" width="148" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;efinition of Gentleman was to go on national television with a bunch of girls drooling over you while you p&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ick&lt;/span&gt; and choose through out them. And I just love how they all say "I didn't know it would be this hard". Like didn't you watch the last like 5 seasons of The Bachelor. HELLO:S I just think it's sad that in this day women are still being treated like objects on television. I'm pretty sure I've only seen one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Bachelorette&lt;/span&gt; EVER. I guess it's less believable to think men would go to such lengths to find a wife. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; find it hard to believe anyone would.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-4141807791458581692?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/4141807791458581692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=4141807791458581692' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/4141807791458581692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/4141807791458581692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/05/officer-and-gentleman.html' title='Officer and a Gentleman?'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RlMz74uUhqI/AAAAAAAAAMU/XcljeLVUQqA/s72-c/hndfhfgjfhghj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-7178173338287708264</id><published>2007-05-19T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T09:48:03.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINAL-LY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066426936047470130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="219" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rk-QdIuUhjI/AAAAAAAAALc/3uRsDv9YGyk/s320/rayemery.jpg" width="188" border="0" /&gt;It's official, the O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ottawasenators.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066427155090802242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" height="135" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rk-Qp4uUhkI/AAAAAAAAALk/7Q5EMsJ8H9Y/s200/giguere_0509_210.jpg" width="152" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ttawa Senators are the Eastern Conference Champions and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rk-QyIuUhlI/AAAAAAAAALs/cD2YFXIOPZE/s1600-h/hasek.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066427296824723026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" height="123" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rk-QyIuUhlI/AAAAAAAAALs/cD2YFXIOPZE/s200/hasek.jpg" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; have a shot at the cup. I'm a little undecided on who I would like to see them play in the finals, but I'm leaning towards the Red Wings. Either way I'm just happy the Sens FINALLY made it to the finals:D.GO SENS GO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-7178173338287708264?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/7178173338287708264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=7178173338287708264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/7178173338287708264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/7178173338287708264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/05/going-to-stanley-cup-finalsd.html' title='FINAL-LY'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rk-QdIuUhjI/AAAAAAAAALc/3uRsDv9YGyk/s72-c/rayemery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-1792549723971910143</id><published>2007-05-17T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T09:47:43.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>outFOXed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://video.google.ca/videoplay?docid=6737097743434902428&amp;q=outfoxed"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://v&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.google.ca/videoplay?docid=6737097743434902428&amp;amp;q=outfoxed"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;ideo.g&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.google.ca/videoplay?docid=6737097743434902428&amp;q=outfoxed"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.google.ca/videoplay?docid=6737097743434902428&amp;amp;q=outfoxed"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;ogle.ca/videoplay?docid=6737097743434902428&amp;q=outfoxed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;This m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;vi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RkyFlYuUhfI/AAAAAAAAAK8/2Gs9BtcHo3Q/s1600-h/outfoxed.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065570558223353330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; HEIGHT: 181px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RkyFlYuUhfI/AAAAAAAAAK8/2Gs9BtcHo3Q/s200/outfoxed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;rovi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;s an in-depth look at Fox News and the dangers of large corporations taking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;away society's right to know. This movie also reveals secrets from former Fox news reporters, writers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;, producers and bookers, exposing the truth about working for Fox News. They reveal how th&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RkyEkouUheI/AAAAAAAAAK0/C3paza-pjQo/s1600-h/fox_news.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065569445826823650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 165px; HEIGHT: 110px" height="123" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RkyEkouUheI/AAAAAAAAAK0/C3paza-pjQo/s200/fox_news.jpg" width="177" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ey were for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;ced to push the right-wing point of view or else risk their furtures with Fox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;For Further information, you can visit the official OutFoxed website.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.outfoxed.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.outfoxed.org/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/662917755738435406-1792549723971910143?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/1792549723971910143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=1792549723971910143' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/1792549723971910143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/1792549723971910143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/05/outfoxed.html' title='outFOXed'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RkyFlYuUhfI/AAAAAAAAAK8/2Gs9BtcHo3Q/s72-c/outfoxed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-8350924331018818389</id><published>2007-05-11T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T09:54:49.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ty Caught Drinking and Driving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RkSTOBtxmTI/AAAAAAAAAKc/89pCSIRYaDY/s1600-h/extrememakeover.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063333750259161394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RkSTOBtxmTI/AAAAAAAAAKc/89pCSIRYaDY/s200/extrememakeover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; So I don't know much about it, but I recently heard that Ty from Extreme Makeover:Home Edition was caught drinking and driving. This really upsets me. I watch this show almost every Sunday and as weird as I may have found Ty, I thought he was amazing for everything he does and I had a lot of respect for him. When I learned about this it was like I instantly lost total respect for him. I &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RkSTTxtxmUI/AAAAAAAAAKk/COxeAPStRBU/s1600-h/64-ty4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063333849043409218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RkSTTxtxmUI/AAAAAAAAAKk/COxeAPStRBU/s200/64-ty4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;don't understand how someone who helps unfortunate families could risk the lives of other families by going on the road after drinking. I'm sure at some point there has been an episode of his show somehow surrounding drunk drivers. I still think it is amazing all of the families he and everyone else from the show have helped and made lives a million times easier but this just outrages me. I hope he thinks again before doing something that stupid again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-8350924331018818389?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/8350924331018818389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=8350924331018818389' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/8350924331018818389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/8350924331018818389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/05/what.html' title='Ty Caught Drinking and Driving'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RkSTOBtxmTI/AAAAAAAAAKc/89pCSIRYaDY/s72-c/extrememakeover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-1339700028783044401</id><published>2007-05-11T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T09:47:09.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Ads On Clothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RkSQgBtxmSI/AAAAAAAAAKU/f6i5sVOaYjI/s1600-h/PL-00162B-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063330760961923362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RkSQgBtxmSI/AAAAAAAAAKU/f6i5sVOaYjI/s200/PL-00162B-lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So as we have established, advertisements are EVERYWHERE. So, yesterday morning my friend was wearing a t-shirt with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Froot&lt;/span&gt; Loops ad on it. I didn't think much of it at the time, except that it really made me want a bowl of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Froot&lt;/span&gt; Loops, but later on last night I seen it again. I went to my friends house to watch the AWESOME hockey game(just had to throw that in there:P) and she was wearing P.J. pants with Nerds logo on them. I know ads on shirts isn't a new thing, but come on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Froot&lt;/span&gt; Loops? I just think it's pretty crazy:P. I admit, they do make for some cute clothing though:P!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-1339700028783044401?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/1339700028783044401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=1339700028783044401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/1339700028783044401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/1339700028783044401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/05/food-ads-on-clothing.html' title='Food Ads On Clothing'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RkSQgBtxmSI/AAAAAAAAAKU/f6i5sVOaYjI/s72-c/PL-00162B-lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-8195182368006497438</id><published>2007-05-06T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T09:46:07.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conference Finals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rj6U0RtxmRI/AAAAAAAAAKM/vjds4U1_kp0/s1600-h/sabres_sens_hor.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061646657040521490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" height="103" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rj6U0RtxmRI/AAAAAAAAAKM/vjds4U1_kp0/s200/sabres_sens_hor.jpg" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YAY:)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;SENS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;made&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;confer&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rj6UkBtxmQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/5h_M6KX-IEE/s1600-h/0222_sens.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061646377867647234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" height="184" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rj6UkBtxmQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/5h_M6KX-IEE/s200/0222_sens.jpg" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ence&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;finals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; half&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ultimate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;goal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;GO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SENS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;GO&lt;/span&gt;!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-8195182368006497438?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/8195182368006497438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=8195182368006497438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/8195182368006497438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/8195182368006497438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/05/conference-finals.html' title='Conference Finals'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rj6U0RtxmRI/AAAAAAAAAKM/vjds4U1_kp0/s72-c/sabres_sens_hor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-6902314037640353275</id><published>2007-05-01T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T10:04:33.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Natasha A.K.A. Nata</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rj0n0BtxmNI/AAAAAAAAAJs/2XUMm6U3lgA/s1600-h/n821245_34905679_4809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061245331001415890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rj0n0BtxmNI/AAAAAAAAAJs/2XUMm6U3lgA/s320/n821245_34905679_4809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;was quite disappointed in the outcome of The Search For Th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;e Next Pussycat Doll. But since I'm a fan of them anyway, I don't really care. Also because chances are the winner is gonna get mad during rehearsal or something one day and punch them all out. Hopefully the outcome of America's Next Top Model will turn out a little better. So since Whitney left the show, I've decided that my new favourite model in the competition is Natasha a.k.a. Nata. So I just wanted to show her a litt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;le bit of support and talk about why I want her to win. So I don't know much about Natasha, other then she is from Russia and she moved to America when she was 18. She had an arranged marriage with a much older man. She now has &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;a child too. During the 1st few episodes I found Natasha funny to watch but I never thought she'd make it this far. She is so beautiful and has grown so much as a &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;model through out the competition. I hope she c&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rj0n4htxmOI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/m4BmTKxGh0Y/s1600-h/n821245_34905678_4519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061245408310827234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rj0n4htxmOI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/m4BmTKxGh0Y/s200/n821245_34905678_4519.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;an pull it off. But if she can't, I would have to choose Brittany a.k.a. Brit, or Renee a.k.a. Nene(as muc&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;h as I dislike her at times). I've thought Brittany was pretty awesome from the beginning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;. Although Renee can be quite the biotch at times and has probably rubber everyone in the house the wrong way at least once, I think she has great potential to be a model. Anyways, Go Natasha. And Tyra is freakin AWESOME:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;LATEST THOUGTHS(May 3rd 2007): So last night Brittany was the model who left. After watching her freak out during last nights challenge, I realized she is a bit a FREAKSHOW. So I was glad to see her leave.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LATEST THOUGHTS(May 17 2007): Well Natash didn't win:( Its very upsetting. I was hoping if she didn't win at least Renee would. But nope, it was Jaslene. Not impressed:P Oh well:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-6902314037640353275?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/6902314037640353275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=6902314037640353275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/6902314037640353275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/6902314037640353275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/05/natasha-aka-nata.html' title='Natasha A.K.A. Nata'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rj0n0BtxmNI/AAAAAAAAAJs/2XUMm6U3lgA/s72-c/n821245_34905679_4809.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-5802633647740610044</id><published>2007-05-01T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T09:45:34.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just For Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/11ZJP3VeQN8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/11ZJP3VeQN8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Beautiful Goal By Antoine Vermette. I was totally at that game:P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-5802633647740610044?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/5802633647740610044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=5802633647740610044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/5802633647740610044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/5802633647740610044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-for-fun.html' title='Just For Fun'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-8706822600313920615</id><published>2007-04-30T19:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T05:41:10.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Energy Efficient Light bulbs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RjaqrxtxmEI/AAAAAAAAAIk/XNnsXhmxIMU/s1600-h/Initiatives_EPP_Bulb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059418900453759042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RjaqrxtxmEI/AAAAAAAAAIk/XNnsXhmxIMU/s320/Initiatives_EPP_Bulb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;So we all see advertisements everyday. We see them everywhere. So I was just thinking, I don't think I have ever seen an advertisement for energy efficient light bulbs. I'm sure there are some out there. But really, something as important as helping s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RjaqzBtxmFI/AAAAAAAAAIs/sBiBQJa_LE4/s1600-h/2006_12_15_Bulbs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059419025007810642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RjaqzBtxmFI/AAAAAAAAAIs/sBiBQJa_LE4/s200/2006_12_15_Bulbs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ave our planet, and barely any advertisements for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;them. Although many people do use them now, maybe with a little more advertising a lot more people will begin using them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-8706822600313920615?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/8706822600313920615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=8706822600313920615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/8706822600313920615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/8706822600313920615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/04/energy-efficient-light-bulbs.html' title='Energy Efficient Light bulbs'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RjaqrxtxmEI/AAAAAAAAAIk/XNnsXhmxIMU/s72-c/Initiatives_EPP_Bulb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-8975399201347788295</id><published>2007-04-23T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T09:44:49.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Melissa R.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056734615068924402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="104" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Ri0hVzaa2fI/AAAAAAAAAIU/G-qHJOro0d8/s200/n705965942_92011_4959.jpg" width="189" border="0" /&gt;So....I know there a lot of people who hate the show &lt;em&gt;The Search For The Next Pussycat Doll&lt;/em&gt;. I'm not a fan (AT ALL) of the Pussycat dolls themselves, and I won't care what happens with the winner of the show, but I am sadly a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Ri0hazaa2gI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bbo_7OP4WvI/s1600-h/n1657830892_314146_9886.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056734700968270338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" height="184" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Ri0hazaa2gI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bbo_7OP4WvI/s200/n1657830892_314146_9886.jpg" width="140" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ddicted to watching it every week. So there's 3 left. I just wanted to show my support for my favourite contestant. I really hope she wins. She totally deserves it (although I don't get why she wants it to begin with). GO MELISSA R.:) If she loses, it's gotta because she's too awesome for The Pussycat Dolls.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-8975399201347788295?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/8975399201347788295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=8975399201347788295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/8975399201347788295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/8975399201347788295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/04/go-melissa.html' title='Go Melissa R.'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Ri0hVzaa2fI/AAAAAAAAAIU/G-qHJOro0d8/s72-c/n705965942_92011_4959.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-4854331345024329993</id><published>2007-04-20T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T10:46:48.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On To Round 2:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rizw0Taa2cI/AAAAAAAAAH8/NXJK6uBj1d8/s1600-h/devils_lede.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056681262985173442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rizw0Taa2cI/AAAAAAAAAH8/NXJK6uBj1d8/s400/devils_lede.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1 Down, 3 To Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RilWLTaa2bI/AAAAAAAAAH0/XD52LtMw5-I/s1600-h/n508102693_13657_2405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055666808889727410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RilWLTaa2bI/AAAAAAAAAH0/XD52LtMw5-I/s320/n508102693_13657_2405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt; GO SENS GO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-4854331345024329993?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/4854331345024329993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=4854331345024329993' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/4854331345024329993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/4854331345024329993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/04/on-to-round-2.html' title='On To Round 2:)'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rizw0Taa2cI/AAAAAAAAAH8/NXJK6uBj1d8/s72-c/devils_lede.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-7877356439247836245</id><published>2007-04-20T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T09:44:24.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Television Shows</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;So....w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RikkADaa2TI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_N__Y6bckME/s1600-h/displayImage.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055611640034810162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 154px; HEIGHT: 131px" height="112" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RikkADaa2TI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_N__Y6bckME/s200/displayImage.jpg" width="139" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hen I think back to my childhood, and what I watched on T.V. back then, the first show that pops into my mind is &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.bobbysworld.net/"&gt;Bobby's World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; my favourite show as a kid. I also watched a lot of&lt;em&gt; &lt;a href="http://http//www.care-bears.com/CareBears/html/index.html"&gt;Care Bears&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//bedrock.deadsquid.com/"&gt;The Flintstones&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.scarlet.nl/~ivo/"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jetsons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. As I got older I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;became&lt;/span&gt; interested in shows like &lt;em&gt;Power Rangers&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.tv.com/full-house/show/1026/summary.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Fu&lt;/span&gt;ll House&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Saved By The Bell&lt;/em&gt;. I remember playing Power Rangers too. All the girls always wanted to be the pink one. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;, oh to only be a kid again:P. Now I watch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; a va&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rikm6Daa2YI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ckHbVnHj_WY/s1600-h/carebears-ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055614835490478466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" height="133" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rikm6Daa2YI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ckHbVnHj_WY/s200/carebears-ball.jpg" width="144" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;riety of diff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;erent&lt;/span&gt; shows of different genres. My favourite shows right now are &lt;em&gt;Grey'&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rikk3Taa2XI/AAAAAAAAAHU/dATkXPpNh-g/s1600-h/wallpaper-hug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055612589222582642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 173px; HEIGHT: 136px" height="156" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rikk3Taa2XI/AAAAAAAAAHU/dATkXPpNh-g/s200/wallpaper-hug.jpg" width="207" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s Anatomy, Heroes&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;America's Next Top Model(GO NATASHA);).&lt;/em&gt;My all time favourite show is &lt;em&gt;Friends&lt;/em&gt; and I don't think that will ever change. I think television has affected my life in many ways. First of all, it gives ya s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RikkKTaa2UI/AAAAAAAAAG8/1M2czzqj4fk/s1600-h/flintstones.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055611816128469314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 166px; HEIGHT: 119px" height="126" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RikkKTaa2UI/AAAAAAAAAG8/1M2czzqj4fk/s200/flintstones.jpg" width="172" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;omething&lt;/span&gt; to do when you are bored. :P Second, television can be educational at times. I've for sure learned some pretty interesting facts while watching T.V.. Even if they are usually pointless facts. Also, there have been times where I have seen a catchy commercial and decided to go out and buy the product. Television also sometimes affects the conversations I have with my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RikkcTaa2WI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5bAs6YhHwkc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055612125366114658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 188px; HEIGHT: 152px" height="125" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RikkcTaa2WI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5bAs6YhHwkc/s200/untitled.bmp" width="144" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;s. If we watch the same shows it tends to be a topic in our conversations. Without T.V., when major things happen in the world, it would take more time for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ople&lt;/span&gt; to know &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RikkRDaa2VI/AAAAAAAAAHE/JBbyma0VhpQ/s1600-h/200px-Jetsons.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055611932092586322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" height="158" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RikkRDaa2VI/AAAAAAAAAHE/JBbyma0VhpQ/s200/200px-Jetsons.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;about it. And reading about something and seeing it live on T.V. is so different. It's so much more intense on T.V. I can't really imagine what life without T.V. would be like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-7877356439247836245?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/7877356439247836245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=7877356439247836245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/7877356439247836245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/7877356439247836245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/04/television.html' title='Television Shows'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RikkADaa2TI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_N__Y6bckME/s72-c/displayImage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-2023837616606040213</id><published>2007-04-16T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T09:43:45.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rachel McAdams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,255);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;(Isn't she cute:P?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RiOcQY6YkRI/AAAAAAAAAGU/mY5AN6lUukM/s1600-h/5544.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054055012218999058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RiOcQY6YkRI/AAAAAAAAAGU/mY5AN6lUukM/s320/5544.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;Just a little post about my favourite actress, Rachel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;McAdams&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not sure why but I think she is just awesome.:P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Rachel was born on October 7, 1978, in London Ontario and grew up in St.Thomas Ontario(makes her even cooler). Her mother, Sandra, was a nurse and her father, Lance, was a truck driver. She has a younger brother named Daniel and a younger sister named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kayleen&lt;/span&gt;. At age 13, Rachel began acting at a summer theater camp. During high &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RiOcwo6YkTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/hVuIOq2RWIE/s1600-h/notebook_wideweb__430x299.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054055566269780274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RiOcwo6YkTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/hVuIOq2RWIE/s200/notebook_wideweb__430x299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;school, she attended Central &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Elgin&lt;/span&gt; Collegiate Institute in St. Thomas. After high school, Rachel went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;York University in Toronto, where she graduated with honours and BFA degree in theater. Although Rachel had a pretty large role in the movie The Hot Chick, her career really took off when she played the character of Regina George in the very popular teen movie Mean Girls. Following Mean Girls, she starred in The Note Book &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RiOcfI6YkSI/AAAAAAAAAGc/DFmCK2hkfKg/s1600-h/Rachel_McAdams_Biography.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054055265622069538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 235px; HEIGHT: 283px" height="275" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RiOcfI6YkSI/AAAAAAAAAGc/DFmCK2hkfKg/s320/Rachel_McAdams_Biography.jpg" width="229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hottie&lt;/span&gt; Ryan Gosling, who she later started dating. She is also in other AWESOME movies such as Wedding Crashers, Red Eye, and The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Family Stone. All of which are really good movies, if I do say so myself. The Note Book is by far my favourite "chick flick" ever. In 2005 at the MTV movie awards Rachel won 3 awards and was nominated for 5. Rachel is currently living in Toronto and is still dating Ryan.(as far as I know). Hopefully there will be some new Rachel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;McAdams&lt;/span&gt; movies soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-2023837616606040213?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/2023837616606040213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=2023837616606040213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/2023837616606040213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/2023837616606040213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/04/rachel-mcadams.html' title='Rachel McAdams'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RiOcQY6YkRI/AAAAAAAAAGU/mY5AN6lUukM/s72-c/5544.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-4439523226514882306</id><published>2007-04-16T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T13:30:58.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phoebe Songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some random Phoebe songs. I miss Friends&lt;/strong&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3QP3iDf8SLw" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-4439523226514882306?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/4439523226514882306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=4439523226514882306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/4439523226514882306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/4439523226514882306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/04/phoebe-songs.html' title='Phoebe Songs'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-1012706805785171976</id><published>2007-04-15T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T10:28:49.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nice Little Acrostic Poem:P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RiKLmY6YkPI/AAAAAAAAAGE/K0XO43BbGGs/s1600-h/leafscup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053755223501738226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RiKLmY6YkPI/AAAAAAAAAGE/K0XO43BbGGs/s200/leafscup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;osers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;fter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;orty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;easons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sorry MzQbit:P Saw it somewhere and thought it was cute:P It had to be done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-1012706805785171976?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/1012706805785171976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=1012706805785171976' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/1012706805785171976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/1012706805785171976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/04/nice-little-acrostic-poemp.html' title='A Nice Little Acrostic Poem:P'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RiKLmY6YkPI/AAAAAAAAAGE/K0XO43BbGGs/s72-c/leafscup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-2262541015010388275</id><published>2007-04-15T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T18:53:40.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cna Yuo Raed Tihs?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;This is weird, but interesting!&lt;br /&gt;fi yuo cna raed tihs, yuo hvae a sgtrane mnid too&lt;br /&gt;Cna yuo raed tihs?&lt;br /&gt;Olny 55 plepoe out of 100 can.&lt;br /&gt;i cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it whotuit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Azanmig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-2262541015010388275?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/2262541015010388275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=2262541015010388275' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/2262541015010388275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/2262541015010388275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/04/cna-yuo-raed-tihs.html' title='Cna Yuo Raed Tihs?'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-8405930567707768741</id><published>2007-04-13T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T18:53:01.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sylvia Plath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RiASm46YkOI/AAAAAAAAAF8/dM9cbH-tjfs/s1600-h/sylvia-portrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053059241231290594" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RiASm46YkOI/AAAAAAAAAF8/dM9cbH-tjfs/s320/sylvia-portrait.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sylvia Plath was an American poet, novelist, short story writer, and essayist. Sylvia was born on October 23, 1932 in Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts to her mother, Emile Plath and her father, Aurelia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Schober&lt;/span&gt; Plath. Sylvia attended Smith College where in her junior year she began to make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;attempts&lt;/span&gt; to take her own life. Following these attempts she was briefly committed to a mental institution where she seemed to make a full recovery. She graduated from Smith College with honours in 1955. She then went on to go to Cambridge University where she pursued poetry. While attending Cambridge she met an English poet named Ted Hughes who she later married on June 16, 1956. In 1957 they both began working in the U.S.A. where Sylvia taught at her former College. Sylvia became pregnant and they decided to move to the U.K.. Plath published her 1st collection of poetry, The Colossus, in 1961. She wrote many other books while she was alive, including some childrens books. On February 11, 1963, Sylvia Plath took her own life. After leaving cookies and milk out for her children and sealing their rooms off with tape, Sylvia placed her head in her oven with the gas turned on. There have been debates on whether or not she meant to kill herself or not. Sylvia wrote journals from the age of 11 until the day she died. Her journals starting from her 1st year at Smith were published in 1980 in a book called "The Journals of Sylvia Plath".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-8405930567707768741?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/8405930567707768741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=8405930567707768741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/8405930567707768741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/8405930567707768741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/04/sylvia-plath.html' title='Sylvia Plath'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RiASm46YkOI/AAAAAAAAAF8/dM9cbH-tjfs/s72-c/sylvia-portrait.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-2344792698435471452</id><published>2007-04-10T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T09:42:49.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loose Change 9/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7WsyEqKQRBY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7WsyEqKQRBY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have nothing to say about this post. Watch it if you are interested and draw your own conclusions. This movie made see the world in a whole new way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-2344792698435471452?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/2344792698435471452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=2344792698435471452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/2344792698435471452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/2344792698435471452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/04/loose-change-911.html' title='Loose Change 9/11'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-2513289669350390221</id><published>2007-04-10T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T18:51:59.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Extremely Heartwarming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;On Sunday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RhvSPLW8f0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/yIKyEdlWUyc/s1600-h/extrememakeoverhome.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051862565215043394" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RhvSPLW8f0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/yIKyEdlWUyc/s200/extrememakeoverhome.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ght&lt;/span&gt;, I was waiting for the new episode of Desperate Housewives to FINALLY come on when I decided to watch the show Extreme Makeover: Home Edition. Five minutes into the show I had tears in my eyes. The show is about building new homes for American families in need. Like really in need. These aren't your average "poor" family. The families who are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RhvST7W8f1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/oymhnKSnrm8/s1600-h/wichita_east_makeover.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051862646819422034" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RhvST7W8f1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/oymhnKSnrm8/s200/wichita_east_makeover.gif" border="0" height="133" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;chosen have really sad stories about their lives and homes. For example, the episode I most recently watched was about a woman raising her 3 children in a house that literally was missing parts of the walls. The family's plumbing had gotten so bad that they had to use &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;a bag to dispose of you know what after using the toilet because it wouldn't flush. The mother of this family ran a store that sold used medical clothes out of her living room. Although it was called a store, she rarely made people pay for the clothing because she knew that they needed it. This woman also helped raise half a million dollars to help hurricane Katrina survivors. Needless to say, she is an amazing woman. The people in her neighbourhood didn't even know about the conditions her and her family were living in. She never let anyone know. Her and her children are believers in helping others before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RhvSZ7W8f2I/AAAAAAAAAFs/k77gDSv4cVs/s1600-h/ep_goodale_02_360x240.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051862749898637154" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 231px; height: 143px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RhvSZ7W8f2I/AAAAAAAAAFs/k77gDSv4cVs/s200/ep_goodale_02_360x240.jpg" border="0" height="121" width="188" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;elves. If it weren't for Extreme Makeover: Home Edition, this fa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; would still be living in a house full of holes. I love that there is at least one show on T.V. that is actually helping people. I think it's amazing what they do for these families. They didn't just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;build&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; this family a new home, but also they paid of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mortgage&lt;/span&gt; and set up college funds for all three children. Well it is a really great show. If you are into things like this, I suggest you check it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-2513289669350390221?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/2513289669350390221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=2513289669350390221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/2513289669350390221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/2513289669350390221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/04/extremely-heartwarming.html' title='Extremely Heartwarming'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RhvSPLW8f0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/yIKyEdlWUyc/s72-c/extrememakeoverhome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-5019585733874943816</id><published>2007-04-09T12:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T09:42:16.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Child Called It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;A Child Called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rhqe3Cw4urI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7mg6YDTiEoA/s1600-h/6a00cdf7e7eda1094f00cd978a68fef9cc-500pi.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051524600521341618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 141px; HEIGHT: 234px" height="272" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rhqe3Cw4urI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7mg6YDTiEoA/s320/6a00cdf7e7eda1094f00cd978a68fef9cc-500pi.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;It is a book about one of the most horrible &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rhqe9yw4usI/AAAAAAAAAEs/qAjmT39VDGw/s1600-h/1558745157.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051524716485458626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 103px; HEIGHT: 146px" height="158" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rhqe9yw4usI/AAAAAAAAAEs/qAjmT39VDGw/s200/1558745157.jpg" width="109" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;and severe child abuse cases in the history of California. It is the story of a young boy named David &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pelzer&lt;/span&gt;, who was brutally beaten and starved by his alcoholic mother. His mother played tortuous games with David. These games at times left him nearly dead. David slept in the basement on an old army cot. He wore the same old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RhqfTiw4uuI/AAAAAAAAAE8/cSjqfGq-d7s/s1600-h/0446533688.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051525090147613410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 101px; HEIGHT: 160px" height="173" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RhqfTiw4uuI/AAAAAAAAAE8/cSjqfGq-d7s/s200/0446533688.jpg" width="106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;dirty clothes everyday. Occasionally he was allowed food but it was no more t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hen&lt;/span&gt; small scraps and leftovers from when her family would eat. His father mostly ignored what was being done to David, until he finally left, leaving David and his broth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ers&lt;/span&gt; there alone with her. This book is so sad and very disturbing. Following t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RhqfcCw4uvI/AAAAAAAAAFE/LPe5xBpGDSA/s1600-h/9780452281905b.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051525236176501490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 98px; HEIGHT: 151px" height="156" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RhqfcCw4uvI/AAAAAAAAAFE/LPe5xBpGDSA/s200/9780452281905b.jpg" width="110" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;his book David &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pelzer&lt;/span&gt; wrote "The Lost Boy" , "A Man Named Dave" and "The Privilege of Youth". David's younger brother Richard also wrote a book of his own about what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RhqfkSw4uwI/AAAAAAAAAFM/FcblCipuM_4/s1600-h/0452286298.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051525377910422274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 110px; HEIGHT: 158px" height="169" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RhqfkSw4uwI/AAAAAAAAAFM/FcblCipuM_4/s200/0452286298.jpg" width="116" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;happened in the house after David was taken away and Richard took the place as the outcast of the family. He became "it". Richard's book is called "A Brother's Journey". I've read almost all of these books and I recommend them to everyone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-5019585733874943816?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/5019585733874943816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=5019585733874943816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/5019585733874943816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/5019585733874943816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-book-is-about-one-of-most-horrible_09.html' title='A Child Called It'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rhqe3Cw4urI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7mg6YDTiEoA/s72-c/6a00cdf7e7eda1094f00cd978a68fef9cc-500pi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-6425942347951696544</id><published>2007-04-09T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T18:37:14.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cards For Shane</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At almost 5 years old, a young boy named Shane was diagnosed with Acute Lympholblastic Leukemia. 1 month into his treatment he was in early remission. Shane's family was very pleased with the early results, but his protocol called for 130 weeks of treatment. On July 6th, 2006 Shane relapsed after completing 108 of the 130 weeks. It shocking to everyone including his doctors. Shane may have to undergo a bone marrow transplant down the road, but the good thing is that his brother Jacob is a match. At the moment, there is no sign of cancer in Shane's system since relapsing. Shane is now nearly 8 years old. Shane is collecting birthday cards. He has already received thousands and he can always use some more. His birthday is on May 30th. He loves Motorcycles and frogs. And he is also a big Sens fan. Help make this boys birthday wish come true. Cards can be mailed to: SHANEC/O KISS FM2001 Thurston Dr.Ottawa ON, K1G6C9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cXz6UJL5oDA" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Little video of Shane.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-6425942347951696544?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/6425942347951696544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=6425942347951696544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/6425942347951696544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/6425942347951696544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-book-is-about-one-of-most-horrible.html' title='Cards For Shane'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-3651403970689215224</id><published>2007-04-09T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T18:51:16.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pLaYoFF TiMe:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rhp5ySw4ulI/AAAAAAAAAD0/dBXFjjtJ3BA/s1600-h/n90410600_30950541_3969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051483836986735186" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 148px; height: 149px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rhp5ySw4ulI/AAAAAAAAAD0/dBXFjjtJ3BA/s320/n90410600_30950541_3969.jpg" border="0" height="171" width="177" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rhp7cCw4umI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0kRo1LvcaUA/s1600-h/0405_sens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051485653757901410" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 141px; height: 147px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rhp7cCw4umI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0kRo1LvcaUA/s320/0405_sens.jpg" border="0" height="183" width="172" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's finally playoff time:) I'm so excited, even thou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;gh I'm going to miss like half the games. Stupid work:P oh well: First game is on Wednesday:P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;GO SENS GO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-3651403970689215224?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/3651403970689215224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=3651403970689215224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/3651403970689215224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/3651403970689215224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/04/playoff-time.html' title='pLaYoFF TiMe:)'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Rhp5ySw4ulI/AAAAAAAAAD0/dBXFjjtJ3BA/s72-c/n90410600_30950541_3969.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-7692280963880189806</id><published>2007-04-08T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T09:41:10.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Izzie and Denny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RiOrLo6YkUI/AAAAAAAAAGs/88UqltM4vTs/s1600-h/greys.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054071423289037122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RiOrLo6YkUI/AAAAAAAAAGs/88UqltM4vTs/s200/greys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;This is a video from another one of my favourite shows "Grey's Anatomy". It makes me cry every time I watch it. I wish Denny was still on the show:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3FgbTmVhIfo" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-7692280963880189806?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/7692280963880189806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=7692280963880189806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/7692280963880189806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/7692280963880189806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/04/testing_08.html' title='Izzie and Denny'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RiOrLo6YkUI/AAAAAAAAAGs/88UqltM4vTs/s72-c/greys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-3714023198752909328</id><published>2007-04-03T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T18:36:40.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Killed The Electric Car?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RhKBPerRKrI/AAAAAAAAADU/TkUeXVEeXzk/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049240235168311986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RhKBPerRKrI/AAAAAAAAADU/TkUeXVEeXzk/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Well I didn't see the movie, but after reading up a little on Electric cars on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;, I have come so the conclusion that it's about time the electric car makes a comeback. Because I haven't seen the movie, I don't really have much of an opinion on the subject. But I do enjoy documentaries, so maybe I'll rent it or something sometime, so I can get all the information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-3714023198752909328?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/3714023198752909328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=3714023198752909328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/3714023198752909328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/3714023198752909328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/04/who-killed-electric-car.html' title='Who Killed The Electric Car?'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RhKBPerRKrI/AAAAAAAAADU/TkUeXVEeXzk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-8897928199415032188</id><published>2007-04-02T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T09:40:40.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Women &amp; 1 Guy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RhHHjurRKnI/AAAAAAAAAC0/M5y4qeLjGyk/s1600-h/the-bachelor-rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0);" &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049036073897896562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" height="118" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RhHHjurRKnI/AAAAAAAAAC0/M5y4qeLjGyk/s320/the-bachelor-rose.jpg" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;w &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//abc.go.com/primetime/bachelor/index"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;helor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; is about 25 women fighting to win the heart of one man. What makes this man special from other guys? Who knows. But for some reason all of these beautiful young and most often successful women are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;demeanin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;g themselves on television in order to get this guy to fall in love with them. What self-respected women would want to date a guy while he's dating a bunch of other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RhHHxOrRKoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/pLtH5JrLw7M/s1600-h/Bachelor2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0);" &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049036305826130562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 221px; HEIGHT: 304px" height="298" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RhHHxOrRKoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/pLtH5JrLw7M/s320/Bachelor2.jpg" width="207" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;women at the same time. And to have to live with these other women. And to do all of this on national &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;televison&lt;/span&gt;. What is wrong with these girls? Not to mention the awkwardness in the relationship he has with that women who wins his heart. I would think it would be a little awkward knowing that up until the very second you became engaged, he was dating at least one other woman. Do you really think that a man who thinks it okay for him to pick and chose through a bunch of women to find a wife is going to be faithful after getting a taste of dating 25 women at once. It's possible but it doesn't seem very promising. I just don't get it. I think these girls should get lives and find a man the right way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;How Cute:S Former Bachelor and the final two women.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-8897928199415032188?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/8897928199415032188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=8897928199415032188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/8897928199415032188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/8897928199415032188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/04/25-girls-and-1-guy.html' title='25 Women &amp; 1 Guy....'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RhHHjurRKnI/AAAAAAAAAC0/M5y4qeLjGyk/s72-c/the-bachelor-rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-543847498251134959</id><published>2007-04-02T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T09:40:10.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ring The Bell On Hockey Fights?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;In this morning's Kingston Whig-Standard on page 5, was an article about taking fighting out of the NHL. The writer of this article (scout for NHL's Phoenix Coyotes) wrote "Given the size and strength of today's players, if fighting continues, someone will be killed". Seriously, it's not as if the refs would ever allow a fight to continue to a point where someone is going to be killed". Sure there has been incidents where players have been seriously injured fighting. But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RhGxgOrRKmI/AAAAAAAAACs/xKc7FYw5ZNE/s1600-h/fight_57400.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049011824512543330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 294px; HEIGHT: 150px" height="140" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RhGxgOrRKmI/AAAAAAAAACs/xKc7FYw5ZNE/s320/fight_57400.jpg" width="287" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;what about everything else that injures players? I mean, should they take away body contact all together? Even the icing call. Many players have been seriously hurt chasing for the puck in order to get the call. So I guess that should go too.:S and to say that "Someone IS GOING TO BE KILLED? That's a bit far fetched. Like he's guaranteeing it is going to happen?The writer went on to ask "Is hockey entertainment or a sport?" I thought that was the point of sports, to be entertained. For both the players and the spectators. Why else would people have invented sports. Clearly they were bored and wanted to be entertained. He wrote this in response to Don Cherry saying "We gotta play the game, people are paying money, it's entertainment". And it's true. People pay big money to watch their favourite teams play. Of course they want to be entertained. He even states how much the fans love it more than once in the article. I personally know people who will randomly turn on a hockey game in hopes of catching a fight. A game a few years ago a game between the Ottawa Senators and Philadelphia Flyer's turned into a huge brawl. The highlights from this game received higher ratings than the game itself. Now would that many people tune in to watch a huge hockey brawl if they didn't want to see fighting? Or if they didn't find it entertaining? I doubt it. The writer also talks about the sizes of the players today. Yes they may be bigger than back in the da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RhGxSurRKlI/AAAAAAAAACk/1QxJidnXOZg/s1600-h/maple_leafs_thrashers_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049011592584309330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 234px; HEIGHT: 208px" height="225" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RhGxSurRKlI/AAAAAAAAACk/1QxJidnXOZg/s320/maple_leafs_thrashers_small.jpg" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;y, but it's not like you're gonna see a 6"4, 240lbs player go at a 5"11 180lbs guy. I think if anything, if fighting were to be taken out of the league, there would be more incidents with players taking cheap shots and swinging sticks at each other etc. because of frustration. Fighting has always been part of the game. And like Gary Bettman says "fighting is still a part of hockey" and "We've never taken active steps or considered eliminating fighting from the game. I've always taken the view that it's part of the game and it rises and lowers based on what the game dictates". Well since he's the commissioner of the league and all, I'm thinking it should be left at that. The majority of fans and players love it. I know I do. I would be very disappointed if it were to ever go. You can read this article a the following website: If ya notice, the first line of the article is "To fight or nor to fight". Uhhhh what? Nor to fight? That makes sense:S The guy didn't even check for spelling mistakes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.thewhig.com/webapp/sitepages/content.asp?contentid=469912&amp;catname=Opinion%20Columns&amp;amp;classif=Editorials"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;http://www.thewhig.com/webapp/sitepages/content.asp?contentid=469912&amp;catname=Opinion%20Columns&amp;amp;classif=Editorials&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-543847498251134959?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/543847498251134959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=543847498251134959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/543847498251134959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/543847498251134959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/04/ring-bell-on-hockey-fights.html' title='Ring The Bell On Hockey Fights?'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RhGxgOrRKmI/AAAAAAAAACs/xKc7FYw5ZNE/s72-c/fight_57400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-302468556008181605</id><published>2007-04-01T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T09:39:41.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HeRoEs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RhHMYerRKqI/AAAAAAAAADM/nFUVWUuSc2o/s1600-h/Heroes.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049041378182507170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 251px; HEIGHT: 181px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RhHMYerRKqI/AAAAAAAAADM/nFUVWUuSc2o/s320/Heroes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;MONDAYS @ 9 P.M. on NBC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I just thought I'd post a little something about my favourite show &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.heroes-tv.com/modules/newbb/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Heroes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; because I think everyone should watch it. It is so awesome. I find it amazing the crazy things people are coming up with these days. It's very impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Description:An epic drama that shows the lives of ordinary people who discover they possess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;extraordinary&lt;/span&gt; abilities. From creator Tim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;Staring: Ali &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Larter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Adrian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pasdar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Hayden &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Panettiere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Masi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Oka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Milo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ventimiglia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Noah Gray-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Cabe&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RhBnq-rRKkI/AAAAAAAAACc/_uzgW3tESQ4/s1600-h/heroesnbc.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048649170358970946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 306px; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RhBnq-rRKkI/AAAAAAAAACc/_uzgW3tESQ4/s320/heroesnbc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Santiago Cabrera, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Sendhil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ramamurthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Jack &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Colem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;an, Greg &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Grunberg&lt;/span&gt;, Leonard Roberts, Adrian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Pasdar&lt;/span&gt;, and Thomas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Dekker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My favourite characters from the show are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Hiro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Nakamura&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Masi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Oka&lt;/span&gt;), Peter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Petrelli&lt;/span&gt; (Milo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Ventimiglia&lt;/span&gt;) and Claire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Bennet&lt;/span&gt; (Hayden &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Panettiere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-302468556008181605?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/302468556008181605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=302468556008181605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/302468556008181605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/302468556008181605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/04/heroes.html' title='HeRoEs'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RhHMYerRKqI/AAAAAAAAADM/nFUVWUuSc2o/s72-c/Heroes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-8816377577577556363</id><published>2007-04-01T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T09:58:42.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Season of Loss, A Lifetime of Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RhBQ_-rRKgI/AAAAAAAAAB8/hQspOZBzpUs/s1600-h/1550227025_01__SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048624242368784898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" height="386" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RhBQ_-rRKgI/AAAAAAAAAB8/hQspOZBzpUs/s400/1550227025_01__SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;A &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;Season&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;Loss&lt;/span&gt;, A &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;Lifetime&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;Forgiveness:&lt;/span&gt; The &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;Dan&lt;/span&gt; Snyder &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dany&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Heatley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;AUTHOR: JOHN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MANASSO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Summary of the book:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;This book about two boys from different backgrounds touches on family, forgiveness, sports, and making peace with tragedy. For &lt;a href="http://http://www.oceanbrook.com/dan.html"&gt;Dan Snyder&lt;/a&gt;, success in the sport he loved never came easy, but it always came. He was not a sure thing in professional hockey, but defied the expectation, playing for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;NHLs&lt;/span&gt; Atlanta Thrashers. &lt;a href="http://http://www.nhl.com/players/8468482.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dany&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Heatley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, on the other hand, had been destined for success from the start as a college star and high draft pick. The two became good friends. In September of 2003, the then 22-year-old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Heatley&lt;/span&gt; lost control of his Ferrari, while driving down a dangerous Atlanta road. Snyder was thrown from the vehicle and died six days later in hospital after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;developing&lt;/span&gt; an infection and never waking from his a coma. The loss of their teammate, friend, and son sent those who knew Snyder searching for meaning and healing. As the legal story unfolds, so does the story of forgiveness. Even as they watched over their son the hospital, the Snyder's provided emoti&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Ri0e3zaa2dI/AAAAAAAAAIE/M0-IV8W2XMU/s1600-h/dany+heatley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056731900649593298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 196px; HEIGHT: 128px" height="111" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/Ri0e3zaa2dI/AAAAAAAAAIE/M0-IV8W2XMU/s200/dany+heatley.jpg" width="183" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;onal support to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Dany&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Heatley&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Heatley&lt;/span&gt; ended up be fined $3,000, $25,000 for the cost of the investigation, 36 months probation and 750 hours of public service which included giving speeches to local school about safe driving. This is one of my favourite books. I cried numerous times while reading it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102);font-size:130%;" &gt;The Tragically Hip wrote a song in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;remembrance&lt;/span&gt; of Dan called "Heaven is a Better Place &lt;strong&gt;Now"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-8816377577577556363?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/8816377577577556363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=8816377577577556363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/8816377577577556363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/8816377577577556363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/04/season-of-loss-lifetime-of-forgiveness.html' title='A Season of Loss, A Lifetime of Forgiveness'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RhBQ_-rRKgI/AAAAAAAAAB8/hQspOZBzpUs/s72-c/1550227025_01__SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-2772657128875217938</id><published>2007-04-01T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T17:15:29.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GO SENS GO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048576993433561506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="125" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RhAmBurRKaI/AAAAAAAAABM/dCkUvZ6irC8/s320/n121500314_31105311_9088.jpg" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;T&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;E &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;T&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;A &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;S.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;By far the best team in the NHL. Almost playoff time:). GO SENS GO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-2772657128875217938?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/2772657128875217938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=2772657128875217938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/2772657128875217938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/2772657128875217938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/04/go-sens-go.html' title='GO SENS GO'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RhAmBurRKaI/AAAAAAAAABM/dCkUvZ6irC8/s72-c/n121500314_31105311_9088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-3067602979397901831</id><published>2007-03-30T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T09:39:07.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alyssa Lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;My little girl met a new friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;just the other day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;on the playground at school between the tires and the swings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;But she came home with tear-filled eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;and she said to me "Daddy, Alyssa lies" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Well I just brushed it off at first, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;'cause I didn't know how much my little girl had been hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;or the things she had seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I wasn't ready when I said "You can tell me" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;and she said... "Alyssa lies to the classroom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Alyssa lies everyday at school, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Alyssa lies to the teachers as she tries to cover every bruise"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;My little girl laid her head down that night to go to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;As I stepped out the room, I heard her say a prayer so soft and sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;"God bless my mom and my Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;and my new friend, Alyssa *oh*I know she needs you bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Because Alyssa lies to the classroom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Alyssa lies everyday at school,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Alyssa lies to the teachers as she tries to cover every bruise" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I had the worst night of sleep in years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;as I tried to think of a way to calm her fears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I knew exactly what I had to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;but when we got to school on Monday I heard the news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;My little girl asked me why everybody looked so sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;the lump in my throat grew bigger with every question that she asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Until I felt the tears run down my face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;and I told her that Alyssa wouldn't be at school today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;'Cause she doesn't lie in the classroom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;she doesn't lie anymore at school &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Alyssa lies with Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;because there's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nothin&lt;/span&gt;' anyone would do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Tears filled my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;when my little girl asked me why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Alyssa lies *Oh Daddy, oh* Daddy tell me why Alyssa lies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;By Jason Michael Carroll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;This song made me cry the first time I heard it. I think this song makes people think, and realize what can happen if you stay quiet about suspicions of abuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-3067602979397901831?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/3067602979397901831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=3067602979397901831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/3067602979397901831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/3067602979397901831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/03/alyssa-lies.html' title='Alyssa Lies'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-6676600808058865683</id><published>2007-03-29T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T09:56:13.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plus Size?¿</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;About half way through last season of &lt;a href="http://http://www.cwtv.com/shows/americas-next-top-model"&gt;America's Next top model&lt;/a&gt;, I became addicted. This season I was lucky enough to start the season from the beginning. I was very impressed to see that they finally had&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RgvkHOrRKYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bshP5zO1nmc/s1600-h/tyra-banks-celebrity-photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047378620248566146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 207px; HEIGHT: 265px" height="285" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RgvkHOrRKYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bshP5zO1nmc/s320/tyra-banks-celebrity-photo.jpg" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; some girls on it with full figures. I thought this would be great for young girls to see and possibly help higher their self-esteem. Now this would be true, maybe if they didn't constantly refer to these girls as plus-size models. To call these girls plus-size models literally like 10 times during every episode can only lower young girls self-esteem. I've never really considered myself plus size, but according to this show I am. In fact pretty well everyone I know and have ever met are. It wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't a constant thing. These girls are being defined by being plus-sized. I just think they should be considered models just like the rest of the girls and leave it at that. Even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tyra&lt;/span&gt; (who I love), seems to bring up the plus-size thing every time either of these girls is standing in front of her. As much as I love to see "plus-size" models in the competition, I think the idea is being ruined by using that reference so often. But I still adore the show:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-6676600808058865683?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/6676600808058865683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=6676600808058865683' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/6676600808058865683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/6676600808058865683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/03/plus-size.html' title='Plus Size?¿'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RgvkHOrRKYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bshP5zO1nmc/s72-c/tyra-banks-celebrity-photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-7741853931984829505</id><published>2007-03-27T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T18:44:41.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Canadians Really Know Anything About Beer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;The first time I seen part one of the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Molson&lt;/span&gt; Canadian Beer commercials, I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fascinated&lt;/span&gt; and eve&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RglxG2GnfeI/AAAAAAAAAAs/lSLBFyqhhTY/s1600-h/iam_logo02.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046689219861773794" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 147px; height: 141px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RglxG2GnfeI/AAAAAAAAAAs/lSLBFyqhhTY/s320/iam_logo02.jpg" border="0" height="140" width="135" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;n more than that I was curious. What did it mean? The commercial shows a man in a suit walking down the street and he asks the question "Do Canadians really know anything about beer?". That was the entire commercial. There was absolutely no advertisement in the commercial. I was so confused. A few weeks later my questions were answered by part two of the commercials. In the second commercial it shows that it is a commercial for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Molson&lt;/span&gt; Canadian Beer. Although this didn't make me want to drink &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Molson&lt;/span&gt; Canadian Beer, it certainly caught my attention. I found it very interesting.:P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-7741853931984829505?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/7741853931984829505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=7741853931984829505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/7741853931984829505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/7741853931984829505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/03/do-canadians-really-know-anything-about.html' title='Do Canadians Really Know Anything About Beer?'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RglxG2GnfeI/AAAAAAAAAAs/lSLBFyqhhTY/s72-c/iam_logo02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-2732654805255512425</id><published>2007-03-27T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T09:38:26.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Television Going Too Far?¿</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A few weeks ago I was at my friends house when &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RgkyVGGnfcI/AAAAAAAAAAc/rdj-mwSiVZE/s1600-h/south_park_chef_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046620195442359746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 244px; HEIGHT: 181px" height="157" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RgkyVGGnfcI/AAAAAAAAAAc/rdj-mwSiVZE/s320/south_park_chef_1.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her room mate turned on South Park. The episode was about Chef returning to the show and being accused of being a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pedophile&lt;/span&gt;. The episode was absolutely disgusting and made the serious crimes the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pedophiles&lt;/span&gt; commit out to be so&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"   &gt;&lt;strong&gt;me sort of joke. Lets just say we were all in shock, and we most definitely were not laughing. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The show was not at all funny and had many disturbing scenes. I won't go into detail, because its just not necessary and makes me want to vomit at the thought of this being allowed on television. I don't really believe in censorship when in comes to T.V., but in my opinion this is too much. I can't believe anyone would think this is something that should be shown on T.V. I just do not see the need to make fun of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;something as serious and as unfunny as this subject on television.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RgkwxmGnfaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZLDo5OlinZM/s1600-h/south_park_chef_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-2732654805255512425?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/2732654805255512425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=2732654805255512425' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/2732654805255512425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/2732654805255512425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/03/are-cartoons-going-too-far.html' title='Is Television Going Too Far?¿'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RgkyVGGnfcI/AAAAAAAAAAc/rdj-mwSiVZE/s72-c/south_park_chef_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662917755738435406.post-5875820718765155223</id><published>2007-03-27T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T09:37:30.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would jus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RlNRlouUhrI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ntGVEP5ZEWM/s1600-h/n823355007_429942_8715.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067483712750651058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RlNRlouUhrI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ntGVEP5ZEWM/s200/n823355007_429942_8715.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;t like to start my blog by sharing a little about the things I like in the media. For starters, my favourite T.V. sho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;w's at the moment are Heroes and Grey's Anatomy. My favourite movie is probably The Notebook but there are so many great ones. I don't really listen to that much music, but when I do I pretty much like anything. I enjoy reading the newspaper on some occasions, although I really only read whatever looks interesting. I love books. My favourite author is Tess Geritsen. My 2 favourite books are A Child Called It and A Season Of Loss, A Lifetime Of Forgiveness. Those are probably the only books I could ever read more than once. Well I hope everyone enjoys reading each others blogs. This should be a fun semester.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662917755738435406-5875820718765155223?l=sensgirl1512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/feeds/5875820718765155223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662917755738435406&amp;postID=5875820718765155223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/5875820718765155223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662917755738435406/posts/default/5875820718765155223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensgirl1512.blogspot.com/2007/03/little-about-me.html' title='A Little About Me'/><author><name>sensgirl1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690207935981726893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYDuL026Pms/RlNRlouUhrI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ntGVEP5ZEWM/s72-c/n823355007_429942_8715.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
