<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431987338374852399</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 00:22:01 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>I'm A Happy Girl</title><description>What good is it, my brothers, if a man claims to have faith but has no deeds? Can such faith save him? Suppose a brother or sister is without clothes and daily food. If one of you says to him, "Go, I wish you well; keep warm and well fed," but does nothing about his physical needs, what good is it? In the same way, faith by itself, if it is not accompanied by action, is dead.
James 2:14-17</description><link>http://emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>emily.sebree@gmail.com (Emily)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431987338374852399.post-6621925686112470905</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Apr 2009 06:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-24T23:47:20.315-07:00</atom:updated><title>Completely Relieved of Mower Duty</title><description>Dad, you should read this.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I mowed for my very first time on Easter Sunday. Let's just say I did bad enough to where Quinton would never let me do it again. Before bed the other night I told him it was gonna be nice tomorrow so I should mow. He said not to worry about it and he would do it when he was off work. I said I would do it before I went to work. He said to really not worry about it (told you I did a bad job). I said AGAIN I would do it in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came home from work and sent me a text. I didn't mow. He said he would do it tomorrow. I said I would....this went on for awhile. I set my alarm for 8 this morning (which is early because I didn't have to be at work til noon) so I could tackle the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up (to a beautiful day) and headed outside. Try as I may, I couldn't get the mower started. So I did what any girl would do. I called daddy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew as soon as he came over, he would get it started no problem. I knew there was gas in it. That wasn't the problem. As soon as he grabbed the handle, AND PULLED THE LEVER BACK, I knew what the problem was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent him home because I was ready to go now. I made two passes around the yard (just like Q told me to) and started on my journey. There is an akward spot between the side of the house and the heater thing outside that you just have to push the mower back and forth to get the grass. I was trying to make it as neat as possible. I was on a pass back toward the house when I saw a leaf. There isn't a tree within 1,000 ft of my house......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIDE NOTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I LOATHE FROGS. Seriously, as a grown human being, I have peed my pants when coming in contact with a frog. Kids chase me, adults tease me, friends mock me. It's not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......before I have time to put two and two together, I am mowing over a 20lb (not really but close enough) bull frog. As I see a leg fly to the right of me, I quickly mow over it as well. I've seen lizards grow tails back, so I didn't want to take a chance that the leg would grow a frog back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt bad, only for a second (let this be a lesson to other frogs that try to invade my territory), and kept mowing. That is until the mower stopped completely. I think I have solidified the fact that mowing will now be Quinton's job.....thank God!&lt;br /&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/8431987338374852399-6621925686112470905?l=emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com/2009/04/completely-relieved-of-mower-duty.html</link><author>emily.sebree@gmail.com (Emily)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431987338374852399.post-8326955111274277683</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Oct 2008 13:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-29T07:28:23.569-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>politics</category><title>Early Age Politics</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SQhptXKVP7I/AAAAAAAAAKE/DPqnzyRiXgI/s1600-h/ivotedsticker.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262572392614805426" style="WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SQhptXKVP7I/AAAAAAAAAKE/DPqnzyRiXgI/s200/ivotedsticker.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunday after church, Quinton and I went to Dougherty's Orchard to hang out with my ex-boss and her kids. Braeden is 5 and thinks Quinton is the coolest human being alive. Kyler is 10 and a little smarter. After the petting zoo and apple dumplings (which Q and I inhaled in under a minute) we walked to the cars. Kyler asked me if I was going to vote, and of course I told him yes. He crossed his arms and huffed, "you are so lucky!" He was telling me about how half the kids in his class didn't even know who John McCain was, and he was glad they couldn't vote because they were stupid. Then he told me that Nickelodeon had a 1-800 number for kids to call in and vote. He said Obama was winning by a lot. He then proceeded with a million "did you know" questions (half of which I didn't) then gave a compelling speech on why the voting age should be lowered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling mom this story yesterday after we voted. That's right folks, I'm done. I don't have to sit and dwell on who I want to finish running this country into the ground. I already picked one! Mom and I went with Grandma, who wanted to avoid the long lines. Anyways, mom said that must be the age to get into politics. She told me about my political breakdown when Bill Clinton was elected into office in '92. She said I sat in front of the TV and cried. I don't know if it was because I like George Bush Sr. or I knew that my family was republican and Bill Clinton wasn't. I haven't the slightest idea. Mom said it was funny at first, but then she started to worry hehe. Eventually I got over it. As of right now I would even say that Bill Clinton was the best president in my lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been praying for time to stop Monday night, but I know that's asking a bit much. So I pray that voters make an educated decision. I pray that whoever is selected does what is best for OUR country, but most of all I pray that we make it to another election.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8431987338374852399-8326955111274277683?l=emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com/2008/10/early-age-politics.html</link><author>emily.sebree@gmail.com (Emily)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SQhptXKVP7I/AAAAAAAAAKE/DPqnzyRiXgI/s72-c/ivotedsticker.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431987338374852399.post-2532556368418197899</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Oct 2008 01:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-10T18:45:30.300-07:00</atom:updated><title>Looking back...</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SO_8cyXpU4I/AAAAAAAAAJs/4IPJjqoqd0o/s1600-h/risk_board_game-761618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255696861652145026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SO_8cyXpU4I/AAAAAAAAAJs/4IPJjqoqd0o/s320/risk_board_game-761618.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of Sunday's ago, Quinton and I stopped by mom's after church. The entire kitchen was on the living room floor. My mother LOVES to cook and has acquired ridiculous amounts of cookware and spices. She decided to get a jump start on the spring cleaning (or late start depending on how you want to look at it). In the midst of the pots, pans, and non perishables was a stack of board games. Outburst, Sequence, Trivial Pursuit, etc., etc.. After a quick look at the pile something caught my eye. The name of the game is Risk, and I will tell you right now- you either love it or you hate it. Personally, I HATE IT! When my step-father was still living we would spend Christmas Eves playing this game. There are many different ways to play, but my step-brother always insisted on World Domination. This is way is fun until it gets to be 4 a.m. and Santa Clause can't put the presents under the tree because WE ARE STILL PLAYING THIS STUPID GAME!!!! The only way you could leave the table was if you had been defeated. Seriously folks...there was the occasional bathroom break, but ONLY if my step-brother had to go as well. He wouldn't even let us surrender until we occupied less than 5 territories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked mom what she was going to do with those games, and she said they were headed to Goodwill. Quinton doesn't have cable TV so I told him to go through the games so we would actually have something to do instead of watching the same movies over and over. He picked three or four. Of course one of them was Risk. I told him that I refused to play it with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grrrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday after class I stopped by. We had already played every other game he took. I insisted on a good ol fashioned game of Gin Rummy, but he had already got Risk out. I explained the basics and told him that we were not going to stay up all night playing (at this point I think he still had no idea what he was getting into). When two people are playing there has to be a neutral force. The cards were passed out and the armies began to set up shop in their respective countries. After one army is placed in each of your territories, you strategically place the rest of your army, cavalry, and militia. Since the neutral can't place itself you take turns putting their armies where you want them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course Quinton was done setting up in less than 5 minutes (amateur). After about 20 I was ready to go. He regretted his quick thinking as soon as I dominated Australia, Africa, and half of North America. However, greed got the best of me. I was spending too much time attacking and not enough reinforcing. I was plentiful in land but weak in numbers. After two hours he was ready for bed, but I was not! I was finally winning a game of Risk and there was no way I was letting him off that easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But as I looked in his eyes, my heart wen out to him. I saw a little blonde headed girl, exhausted from lack of food and afraid that Santa Clause was going to skip over her house. All she wanted to do was sleep. All she asked was that the game be finsihed in the morning. I then decided to do something my step-brother had not. I excused him from the table. I was not going to ruin this game for him like my step-brother did! I was not going to let him turn into the horrible monster I have become. Hopefully he now understands why I hate the game so much.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and hopefully he wears his big boy pants next time because IT'S ON!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8431987338374852399-2532556368418197899?l=emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com/2008/10/looking-back.html</link><author>emily.sebree@gmail.com (Emily)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SO_8cyXpU4I/AAAAAAAAAJs/4IPJjqoqd0o/s72-c/risk_board_game-761618.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431987338374852399.post-918004972051368854</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Sep 2008 15:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-25T08:14:40.182-07:00</atom:updated><title>Real Quick Update...</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I finished my stained glass project and it works!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SNupvxglv7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/lV8plLaqXQE/s1600-h/101_1343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249976428839419826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SNupvxglv7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/lV8plLaqXQE/s320/101_1343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had my last day at AT&amp;amp;T :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SNupwYs5QvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c1LH_iaRwuA/s1600-h/101_1351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249976439360013042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SNupwYs5QvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c1LH_iaRwuA/s320/101_1351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thee wenches and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blokes&lt;/span&gt; had some pirate fun...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;arrrrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SNupxP5BWHI/AAAAAAAAAJU/W3iyU71K1W8/s1600-h/101_1400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249976454174824562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SNupxP5BWHI/AAAAAAAAAJU/W3iyU71K1W8/s320/101_1400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I started training for my new job and this was my bathtub!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SNupxqx_y9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/jsmfX0cNUjY/s1600-h/101_1427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249976461393120210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SNupxqx_y9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/jsmfX0cNUjY/s320/101_1427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Hope I haven't been driving people crazy with the twitters BUT I think I'm addicted! And happy late &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt; to Sheila and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Milah&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8431987338374852399-918004972051368854?l=emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com/2008/09/real-quick-update.html</link><author>emily.sebree@gmail.com (Emily)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SNupvxglv7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/lV8plLaqXQE/s72-c/101_1343.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431987338374852399.post-5089721940517481433</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Sep 2008 14:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-12T08:22:40.876-07:00</atom:updated><title>ADD</title><description>I was catching up on my e-mails this morning. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tis&lt;/span&gt; the season for all things political. Some I read, and some I just go ahead and delete. I received one from my sister's mother (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;) about Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt;. It was full of pictures showing how she is a down-to-earth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt;. She loves to fish, hunt, and ride 4-wheelers. She's a wonderful mother. She blah blah blah blah....Honestly all I did was look at the pictures because I hate reading. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;, I get to the bottom and this picture caught my eye....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SMqBTKJ1DZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/jxRhGtNDnQ8/s1600-h/mccain-early.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245146882169441682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SMqBTKJ1DZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/jxRhGtNDnQ8/s320/mccain-early.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OK?! I originally said I wasn't going to vote this year, but I realized that people died so that I could do just that. Besides, if I don't vote I have no right to complain (and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sure there will be plenty heated conversations at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sebree&lt;/span&gt; household come November). I thought about a write in, but those two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;candidates&lt;/span&gt; are there for a reason. Really folks, I was thinking about flipping a coin right before I casted my vote. BUT after I got this email, I'm voting for McCain....He used to be SMOKING HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8431987338374852399-5089721940517481433?l=emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com/2008/09/add.html</link><author>emily.sebree@gmail.com (Emily)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SMqBTKJ1DZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/jxRhGtNDnQ8/s72-c/mccain-early.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431987338374852399.post-2458908218895163331</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Sep 2008 21:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-09T14:30:21.739-07:00</atom:updated><title>Making the switch</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SMbpPxN0iNI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Ko28EfhiZgA/s1600-h/verizon_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244135273238137042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SMbpPxN0iNI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Ko28EfhiZgA/s200/verizon_logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starting September 22&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;, I will be switching from AT&amp;amp;T to Verizon. I will not only have Verizon as my wireless carrier, but also as my employer. I am very sad to leave my current job because I love the girls I work with and most of my customers. I also know AT&amp;amp;T front and back, and although I love learning new things, I also am extremely nervous. The company seems to be very welcoming and excited to have me on board. Hopefully the transition will be smooth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to note: A lot of you have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Verizon&lt;/span&gt;. This is great! Not only can I talk to you all I want for as long as I want, but I can also help you with problems when I'M ON THE CLOCK. If you see me at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart, Church, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt; please spare the questions...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8431987338374852399-2458908218895163331?l=emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com/2008/09/making-switch.html</link><author>emily.sebree@gmail.com (Emily)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SMbpPxN0iNI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Ko28EfhiZgA/s72-c/verizon_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431987338374852399.post-5946800319006924924</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Aug 2008 15:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-23T08:34:37.507-07:00</atom:updated><title>Anyone following my homestead blog...</title><description>I promise I haven't forgot about it. I now have THREE jobs so there hasn't been a lot of down time. I do have a lot of pictures to post though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8431987338374852399-5946800319006924924?l=emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com/2008/08/anyone-following-my-homestead-blog.html</link><author>emily.sebree@gmail.com (Emily)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431987338374852399.post-4638125045320979835</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Aug 2008 18:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-14T11:40:38.765-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>family history</category><title>Our Hoosier Homestead</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SKRzuX32hEI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ORduTRN4K5c/s1600-h/lastscan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234435907430810690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SKRzuX32hEI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ORduTRN4K5c/s400/lastscan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After reading all of &lt;a href="http://milahsbackporch.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Milah's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; blogs on her family's history, I wanted to dig a little deeper on mine. Grandma is always excited when I ask question's and loves telling stories (she wrote a book on the farm if anyone is interested) so I knew it wouldn't be a problem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The farm I grew up on received the Hoosier Homestead award in 1992. This award is given to Hoosier families who have retained their farms for 100 years or more. It was created to show the importance of family farms and express the important contributions that these farms have made to the economic, cultural, and historical heritage of Indiana. I was aware that the farm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; this award (obviously, that is me pictured above with my eyes closed. Wish we had digital cameras back then so I could protest a RE-DO!!), but after talking to Grandma I found out we actually had 5 farms that have won the Hoosier Homestead award. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three of them were purchased in 1813, 1818, and 1846. They are all located South East of the farm we live on now and have since been sold to other Fayette Co. farming families. The fourth, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;McMullen's&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Springersville&lt;/span&gt;, came into the family when my Great Grandfather Hanson married a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;McMullen&lt;/span&gt; daughter. We also have a farm located in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ridgefarm&lt;/span&gt;, IL that has been in our family over 100 years, but IL does give any type of recognition for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not know much about the other farms mentioned above, so I will tell you a little about the one that holds a special place in my heart. Hanson Heights was purchased in 1892 by my Great Great Grandfather, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Greenberry&lt;/span&gt; Hanson. The original owner was James Van Horn. Van Horn escaped slavery on the underground railroad. His &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ancestors&lt;/span&gt; actually stopped by the farm in the late 70's and had tea with Grandma and Grandpa. They were friends with Alex Haley. Haley was responsible for the mini series "Roots". They were inspired by him and decided to do some digging of their own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more on the history of the house and farm to come......&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/8431987338374852399-4638125045320979835?l=emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-hoosier-homestead.html</link><author>emily.sebree@gmail.com (Emily)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SKRzuX32hEI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ORduTRN4K5c/s72-c/lastscan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431987338374852399.post-5776180656750667194</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Aug 2008 18:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-13T11:55:53.076-07:00</atom:updated><title>I got skillz</title><description>Mom and I are taking a class through the &lt;a href="http://www.comedcoalition.org/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CEC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; nights. It's stained glass for beginners. Here is my first project:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SKMs1tmTIKI/AAAAAAAAAIU/9s1vRFFBFNU/s1600-h/101_0827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234076493219569826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SKMs1tmTIKI/AAAAAAAAAIU/9s1vRFFBFNU/s320/101_0827.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding! Here is my first project:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SKMs1oVpboI/AAAAAAAAAIc/4EL8702f8vE/s1600-h/101_0826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234076491807551106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SKMs1oVpboI/AAAAAAAAAIc/4EL8702f8vE/s320/101_0826.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just learning the basics right now. We now know how to cut glass, foil, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;solder&lt;/span&gt;. We drew our designs for our big project this past &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;. Mine will be 12x12 with 22 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pieces&lt;/span&gt; of glass (and about 1,541,637 cuts). I will keep you posted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8431987338374852399-5776180656750667194?l=emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-got-skillz.html</link><author>emily.sebree@gmail.com (Emily)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SKMs1tmTIKI/AAAAAAAAAIU/9s1vRFFBFNU/s72-c/101_0827.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431987338374852399.post-2293680044668867059</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Aug 2008 18:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-08T11:59:00.400-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>I'm going to write a book.&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to give everyone a heads up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to change names either.&lt;br /&gt;If you're worried then chances are you will probably have your own chapter.&lt;br /&gt;If you think it's going to be about a girl who thinks her life is awful, but it ends up being ok, you're right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully by the time I'm done it ends up being ok....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8431987338374852399-2293680044668867059?l=emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-going-to-write-book.html</link><author>emily.sebree@gmail.com (Emily)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431987338374852399.post-6537727989742433072</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Jul 2008 15:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T07:55:50.385-08:00</atom:updated><title>Circle of Life</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone, meet my nephew Oscar:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SJHaN80t1_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/XP9w0YYHK8s/s1600-h/fish+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229200575554246642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SJHaN80t1_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/XP9w0YYHK8s/s320/fish+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oscar is an Oscar (somebody got real creative). He is just your normal fish, living happily in his little aquarium by the couch. I am house sitting for my &lt;a href="http://audra219.blogspot.com/"&gt;sister&lt;/a&gt; while she is away on business. My job is to make sure the kids are fed and no fireworks are let off in the backyard (i did find a 50 ft. long sparkler that I may make an exception for). The dogs are easy, but I had to make a special trip for Oscar food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone, meet a dozen Rosy Reds:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SJHaOLPj3eI/AAAAAAAAAIE/qZ9_ykdyX9w/s1600-h/fish+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229200579424935394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SJHaOLPj3eI/AAAAAAAAAIE/qZ9_ykdyX9w/s320/fish+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Rosy Reds had no idea their time had come when the green net jumped in and swooped them from their home. The car ride to Audra's was long and quiet. Maybe they new the fate that awaited them. I will never know. For my own piece of mind, I wrote them a goodbye letter. I followed the directions and put them in their net. Over to the tank they went. Some tried to jump ship (thank goodness the dogs don't like sushi) while others laid there quietly. Oscar was ready and waiting with a hungry eye. As soon as they hit the water, the hunt was on. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It didn't take long:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SJHaOAWTOcI/AAAAAAAAAIM/RD-6YNTtoSk/s1600-h/fish+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229200576500414914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SJHaOAWTOcI/AAAAAAAAAIM/RD-6YNTtoSk/s320/fish+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last time I checked there was one lonely Rosy Red watching watching his back. I leaned close to the tank and told him he was doomed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8431987338374852399-6537727989742433072?l=emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com/2008/07/circle-of-life.html</link><author>emily.sebree@gmail.com (Emily)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SJHaN80t1_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/XP9w0YYHK8s/s72-c/fish+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431987338374852399.post-1382197782123589637</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Jul 2008 14:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-29T07:41:00.972-07:00</atom:updated><title>Lost</title><description>So it has been almost 5 days since I have sat at a computer. I survived but missed SO much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to report that Dave Matthews put on a spectacular show Friday and Saturday. Friday was classic Dave. He even played Satellite which was a pleasant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; (he hadn't played it in over 5 years). Saturday was ridiculous! They played my favorite song (Everyday) and even did a few covers. Pink Floyd's Money, and The Beatles That's What I Want. Tim Reynolds joined them for the weekend. The electric guitar element at a live &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DMB&lt;/span&gt; show was something I hadn't got to experience yet. Between great music, wonderful food on the grill, new friends, women with flaming chains, and filthy feet from camping it was a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was dinner with those crazy people I went to New Orleans (plus Leslie who came in Ashley's place). It's always great to see them. Nothing beats watching Jeremy and Nathan give Donna a hard time. I recommend that everyone witness it at least once! On the way home Jeremy and I got to listen to the CD from the service with everyone's testimonys. Tracy was right. Jeremy said "you know" at least 50 times hehe! It was also great to hear Nathan singing his song. I could listen to it over and over and over!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tomorrow and Thursday off so I'm returning to my old stomping grounds...Fayette Co. Free Fair. Tomorrow is the cattle show so I'm going to go watch Phillip, and all the other kids that weren't even born yet when I was in that ring, show!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8431987338374852399-1382197782123589637?l=emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com/2008/07/lost.html</link><author>emily.sebree@gmail.com (Emily)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431987338374852399.post-3507725457260830168</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 21:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T07:55:50.582-08:00</atom:updated><title>Scratch that....</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SIjt7pzgciI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ak3gaX7VGLI/s1600-h/emham.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226688976653414946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SIjt7pzgciI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ak3gaX7VGLI/s400/emham.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my new high score. I think that puts me in 4th place (at least until audra posts another score). Ok i'm really done for the weekend!&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/8431987338374852399-3507725457260830168?l=emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com/2008/07/scratch-that.html</link><author>emily.sebree@gmail.com (Emily)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SIjt7pzgciI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ak3gaX7VGLI/s72-c/emham.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431987338374852399.post-7343432328329831588</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 17:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T07:55:50.896-08:00</atom:updated><title>When Emily Tries To Be Productive</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SIi2u2bQy1I/AAAAAAAAAHE/68m1nZCnddI/s1600-h/emily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226628283563559762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SIi2u2bQy1I/AAAAAAAAAHE/68m1nZCnddI/s320/emily.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a "honey do" list on my desk when I got to work today which I was very excited about. Today is my Friday so as soon as I'm off it's a 3 day weekend full of DMB and long lost friends!!!! The first thing on my list was to sweep. After it there was a big hahahahahaha. I never sweep at work. The last time I did it, Carrie took a picture. The Game Stop guy from the mall even peeked his head in the door and asked if I was feeling OK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sweeping, minding my own business, and the next thing I know a phone charger jumped out of nowhere and right underneath the vacuum! My first instinct should've been to turn off the vacuum. Of course, it wasn't. I throw the vacuum down and unplug the charger. How stupid could I be? I mean that is like going after a hairdryer in the bathtub! After a 30 second pause trying to figure out if I was still alive, I turned the vacuum off. I had to send Carrie a picture of the smoking vacuum to emphasize my point. The two of us just don't get a long!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8431987338374852399-7343432328329831588?l=emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-emily-tries-to-be-productive.html</link><author>emily.sebree@gmail.com (Emily)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SIi2u2bQy1I/AAAAAAAAAHE/68m1nZCnddI/s72-c/emily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431987338374852399.post-4088455171543889766</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jul 2008 18:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T07:55:50.977-08:00</atom:updated><title>Shout Outs</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SIdzA8ZNEEI/AAAAAAAAAG8/UB781VBWpXM/s1600-h/sugarwafer_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226272352635785282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SIdzA8ZNEEI/AAAAAAAAAG8/UB781VBWpXM/s200/sugarwafer_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;High five to sugar wafers! I forgot how yummy and delectable these sweet crispy treats were. I was trying to pick my breakfast out at Shell this morning. Obviously Mt. Dew was first but what to eat. Something unhealthy and full of carbs of course but what? I was spending too much time figuring it out, and as I glanced down there they were. Fun, strawberry, keebler sugar wafers. SOLD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would also like to throw a high five to my peep Geraldine B. She was my first customer of the day and an all around awesome human being! Her stories about bingo, post-its, and life in general just made me smile. People always ask me how I can work customer service. As long as I have a customer like Geraldine at least once a week, I will keep clocking in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mad props to Kenny who woke me up at 7 a.m. to show me the coolest racoon on the planet! All black. Really. No stripes, no color, nothing. ALL BLACK and alive thank goodness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are wondering why I am listing all the great things for the day it's because Q just left for Alabama. Boo :( I think it's because I fell asleep before I got to pray. Ok I'm sure that's not the reason, but I'm trying to justify. I pray that he isn't down there for the 3 weeks he wants to be, but I also don't want him coming back in 3 days. That means he found a job and will turn around to leave me for good....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok enough of that. Mexican tonight with the moms that need a break from last minute 4H projects. Yay!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(i just clicked spell check and i had no mistakes. high five)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8431987338374852399-4088455171543889766?l=emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com/2008/07/shout-outs.html</link><author>emily.sebree@gmail.com (Emily)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SIdzA8ZNEEI/AAAAAAAAAG8/UB781VBWpXM/s72-c/sugarwafer_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431987338374852399.post-8215169737113080146</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Jul 2008 01:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-18T19:58:34.841-07:00</atom:updated><title>Mountain of God</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;em&gt;DISCLAIMER&lt;/em&gt;* The following blog contains no pictures. Sorry if that bores you. However, there are many links that I hope you all visit....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was not a good day. In fact, even with all the good things that happened, I wish I could find the rewind button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been struggling. A lot. With things that are minor, but I make major, even though I know they're minor, then I feel bad because it could be worse, but in my mind it couldn't be (sorry for all you grammar buffs out there. I'm sure that sentence just made you cry). I don't ask for help. The explanation can be found in the first two lines of &lt;a href="http://audra219.blogspot.com/2008/07/ear-wax-last-chapter.html"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt; I know this is a problem, but I feel it will be more of a burden after I have let things fester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;a href="http://lovehisappearing.blogspot.com/"&gt;step mom&lt;/a&gt; just happened to be in the right place at the right time. Or maybe she thought it was the wrong place at the wrong time after I started bawling like a baby about how "I can't believe I'm almost 25 and this is where I'm at" haha! I don't know how she did it, but somehow she made me spill the beans (my coke did taste a little funny that night). She kept asking me "Well what do &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;want?" and all I could say is "I don't know".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Dad was done doing whatever it is he does when he wanders around the house, we sat down in the kitchen. He reached for the bible, and I began to smile. The reason I don't like to talk about my problems became apparent. It is because I don't use the right source to help me through them. All the troubles, fears, and worries I have seem to take me further and further away from the one with all the answers. I wish I could remember all the verses that Dad and Sue referred to, but my mind was on something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the answer to Sue's question. I wanted to feel God. I wanted to feel him like I did when I was in New Orleans. Like when I go down to the alter and place my hand on a fellow brother or sisters shoulder. I want to feel this all the time but had never been able to in my life away from the church or since LA. But as I sat there at Dad's retro kitchen table, feeling the fan hit my face because the air conditioning was broken, and listening to Scooby huffing because it was way past potty time, I did. I felt it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got ready to leave Dad asked if I wanted to pray. YES PLEASE!!!! I have prayed with my father and Sue many times in that kitchen, but none compare to the prayer I heard last night. Sue said it best when she said "there is nothing like a parent's prayer". My dad prays that I am blessed SO much that I know it has to be a gift from God. Do you know how awesome it is to hear someone ask that for me? Little old me who thinks her life is over at 25, will probably never graduate college, and has a thing for little guitars? I know that &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; Father's love is more powerful than any other love we will experience, but last night, hearing &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; father's prayer for me....well I think we might have to go in to overtime :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;em&gt;DISCLAIMER 2&lt;/em&gt;* This is starting to get a little long and I'm sorry. If you would like to come back to the rest of it later I understand, but please come back...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really leave dad's house till about an hour after the first time I say it. So Scooby's huff's are now directed specifically towards me when Sue says she wants to burn me a CD. I guess I have Courtney to thank because she is the one who introduced Sue to &lt;a href="http://www.thirdday.com/"&gt;Third Day.&lt;/a&gt;  I have always been a music lover. I firmly believe that no matter what is going wrong or right in your life, there is a song that puts everything you feel with a rhythm. Mix God into that and it is a win win! Why I never listened to Christian music before is beyond me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a good grasshopper, I listened to the CD just as directed: With headphones! The &lt;a href="http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Third-Day-Chronology-Vol-2-Album/D7FA810056E2B3294825733300176C0A"&gt;CD&lt;/a&gt; that I have is one of many, but with every song I thought of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2mo9gpjjrtM"&gt;Sing A Song&lt;/a&gt; made me think of &lt;a href="http://nathanhasasong.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nathan&lt;/a&gt;, the song he sang at church, and the many others that are dancing in his head eager to get on paper and to his lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iz-cRVvGe88"&gt;Mountain of God&lt;/a&gt; reminds me that this journey is nothing compared to what awaits us, and I need to remember that He is with me every step of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The line that I can't get out of my head from &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S-WwrL5jCSM&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Cry out to Jesus&lt;/a&gt; is that "He will meet you wherever you are" All you have to do is ask. I think about everyone I met in  &lt;a href="http://www.crescentcitycarpentershouse.org/"&gt;New Orleans&lt;/a&gt; and how strong their faith still is. They spent hours on roof tops without food and water, not knowing if their son/daughter/husband/mother was alive or not, and they wanted to pray with &lt;em&gt;me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I heard the first chords of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7vt4y0aY-uA"&gt;Movin on up&lt;/a&gt; I immediately saw the entire worship team at FFC shouting praises (can I put in requests?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hHNnf6KkzQ8"&gt;Creed&lt;/a&gt; I thought of Led Zeppelin. Weird right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After listening to the entire CD I prayed. I prayed good. Really good. I prayed for things I didn't even know I wanted to pray about. I laughed. I cried. I gave praise. LOTS OF IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mountain of God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thought that I was all alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Broken and afraid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But You were there with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, You were there with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I didn't even know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That I had lost my way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But You were there with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, You were there with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Til You opened up my eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I never knew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That I couldn't ever make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Without You &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even though the journey's long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I know the road is hard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, the One who's gone before me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He will help me carry on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After all that I've been through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I realize the truth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That I must go through the valley &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To stand upon the mountain of God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As I travel on the road &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That You have led me down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are here with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, You are here with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have need for nothing more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, now that I have found &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That You are here with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, You are here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I confess from time to time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I lose my way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But You are always there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To bring me back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes I think of where it is I've come from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And the things I've left behind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But of all I've had, what I possessed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothing can quite compare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With what's in front of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With what's in front of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought that I was all alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Broken and afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But, You are here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, You are here with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8431987338374852399-8215169737113080146?l=emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com/2008/07/mountain-of-god.html</link><author>emily.sebree@gmail.com (Emily)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431987338374852399.post-8191324626259667902</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Jul 2008 02:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T07:55:51.539-08:00</atom:updated><title>Who's your best friend?</title><description>My friend Quinton is a typical single, young, man living on his own. The only thing different is that he has about 4 sets of dishes. Not a big deal? Yes it is a big deal when you don't do dishes until every single one is dirty. This is his kitchen when I got to his house today:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SH6tvMFYw_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/jHXhBmx21rs/s1600-h/101_0530.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SH6vu4FiXdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/yXIkoYxcuqo/s1600-h/101_0530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223805837660806610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SH6vu4FiXdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/yXIkoYxcuqo/s400/101_0530.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GROSS!!! I'm not the cleanest person in the entire world, but really??!! I found dishes from left over Red Lobster. The last time he ate at Red Lobster was with me...A MONTH AGO! I swear I'm going to donate his body to science after he falls asleep one night. That man has to be lined in cancer fighting cells to survive walking through this kitchen everyday and not die. His coffee pot: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SH6vZ9_zjmI/AAAAAAAAAGs/FC51bo14ncI/s1600-h/101_0535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223805478470127202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SH6vZ9_zjmI/AAAAAAAAAGs/FC51bo14ncI/s200/101_0535.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep...that's mold. I asked him if he wanted help cleaning and he so conveniently brought up just a couple weeks ago when he washed and waxed my car just to be nice....so I did it (after I made him throw in a mac n cheese kids meal from burger king with apple fries and a fruit punch). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SH6tvUITr0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/9tEbqu57eRQ/s1600-h/101_0536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223803646165364546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SH6tvUITr0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/9tEbqu57eRQ/s320/101_0536.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it adds a few more years to my friends life than it wasn't wasted time. Oh, if anyone wants to know what he was doing the while I was risking my life in that death trap he calls a kitchen, he was busy too. He was hooking up the surround sound in his living room and playing an entire game of baseball on the PS3 to make sure it sounded ok....boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8431987338374852399-8191324626259667902?l=emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com/2008/07/whos-your-best-friend.html</link><author>emily.sebree@gmail.com (Emily)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SH6vu4FiXdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/yXIkoYxcuqo/s72-c/101_0530.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431987338374852399.post-4650318470858314886</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Jul 2008 14:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T07:55:51.727-08:00</atom:updated><title>Free Fun!!!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SHy589HTIyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/JNV6Wu_-e7U/s1600-h/hwlogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223254124691399458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SHy589HTIyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/JNV6Wu_-e7U/s200/hwlogo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My wonderful big sister took me on a mini vacation, and I had so much fun!!! We drove down to Santa Claus, IN for a trip to Holiday World. First I want to say that they really take the Santa Clause theme and run with it. We stayed Santa's Lodge which was located on Christmas Blvd. Our dinner was catered by St. Nick's Restaurant. There were a million Frosty the Snowmen's and Santa photo ops everywhere! I've heard of Christmas in July, but it's Christmas ALL YEAR ROUND there. I met tons of wonderful people. Some from Audra's company, some locals, and some Canadians hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It ended up being a pretty late night so when Monday morning rolled around the last thing I wanted to do was spend all day in the sun getting whipped around on coasters. So we hit up Splashin Safari first. It was very relaxing. There were a lot of family's with little ones so we were in good company. We did the wave pool for a little bit then grabbed Nicole and were off to Bakuli! The line was very short and went super fast! There was a height requirement, but there were also a ton of little kids in line so I wasn't too worried.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I now know what a goldfish being flushed feels like! There was a lot of darkness and a lot of spinning! It was not a "let's do that again" ride, but I did recommend it to everyone! It was then time to eat. Did I mention that Holiday World offers free drinks! Really there are Pepsi Oasis's everywhere. You just grab a cup and fill er up! Vendors only sell bottled water because everything is free and unlimited! They also have sunscreen stations so there is no excuse for not protecting your skin! The pizza smelt better than it tasted but oh well. We did a couple water slides next and a few passes in the lazy river. Back to the wave pool for a quick core "workout" (that is kicking my butt today) then it was time for the big guns!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After a few hours of laziness in the water we were ready to go for The Legend. The lines were really short. Everyone did those rides first and went to Splashin Safari to cool down. Audra and I like to do things backwards, and for once it worked to our advantage! We didn't have to wait in line at all for the coasters! TMI ahead just so you know. I started my womanly week of misery early. Wooden roller coasters+cramps=Bad Idea. I was ready to be done after that, but we had to ride The Voyage. It has been rated the number one wooden roller coaster in the world for like 5 years. Number one wooden roller coaster in the world+cramps=REALLY bad idea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I would also like to add that Holiday World has also been voted Cleanest and Friendliest Amusent park in the world for the past 8 years! And it was! I couldn't help but notice there were a lot of Emily's that worked there. I'm just sayin...&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/8431987338374852399-4650318470858314886?l=emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com/2008/07/free-fun.html</link><author>emily.sebree@gmail.com (Emily)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SHy589HTIyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/JNV6Wu_-e7U/s72-c/hwlogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431987338374852399.post-8320038941145896412</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Jul 2008 16:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T07:55:51.892-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SHjbVCCwgjI/AAAAAAAAAFs/p0TgnRrazZo/s1600-h/samp2c1d0d7e27fa3c5a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222164922308264498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SHjbVCCwgjI/AAAAAAAAAFs/p0TgnRrazZo/s400/samp2c1d0d7e27fa3c5a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8431987338374852399-8320038941145896412?l=emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html</link><author>emily.sebree@gmail.com (Emily)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SHjbVCCwgjI/AAAAAAAAAFs/p0TgnRrazZo/s72-c/samp2c1d0d7e27fa3c5a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431987338374852399.post-6910912532812533348</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Jul 2008 14:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T07:55:52.048-08:00</atom:updated><title>Why my weekend stinks</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SHjCJRbBMrI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xbaTOKJdf7w/s1600-h/iphone_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222137232487428786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SHjCJRbBMrI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xbaTOKJdf7w/s200/iphone_09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Unless you live under a rock, you know what is pictured to the left. It has been the reason I don't want to wake up in the morning. It has been the reason I don't answer the phone at work, and it is the reason behind our horrible sales for the past two days. It is *insert big dramatic music now* the iPhone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is Brett Howell folks. He was the first person in Australia to own the new iPhone. Congratulations Brett!!! You just spent an arm and a leg for a phone that is going to make your life a living hell. BUT you did get a big ribbon with the number 1 on it so who cares! Your phone will get, quite possibly the worst service out of any cell you have ever owned, but don't worry because it will be junk in 5 months! Oh and that beautiful picture you took of your daughters first steps, good luck sending that to family and friends Brett. You can't. Too bad you tossed every other electronic you owned because they said the iPhone was all you would ever need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So here is to Brett and all the other morons out there who stood in line for days because they couldn't live without the iPhone. Good luck living with it now suckers! And don't come crying to me when they don't work because all you will get is "I told you so"&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/8431987338374852399-6910912532812533348?l=emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-my-weekend-stinks.html</link><author>emily.sebree@gmail.com (Emily)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SHjCJRbBMrI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xbaTOKJdf7w/s72-c/iphone_09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431987338374852399.post-7099045881142795211</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2008 12:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T07:55:52.137-08:00</atom:updated><title>Ladies and Gentlemen</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SHdRGRoC-ZI/AAAAAAAAAFc/0o0oH0LL02o/s1600-h/steve-jobs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221731461211814290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SHdRGRoC-ZI/AAAAAAAAAFc/0o0oH0LL02o/s320/steve-jobs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                 The Anti Christ.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;         &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steve_Jobs"&gt;Steve&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steve_Jobs"&gt;Jobs&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/8431987338374852399-7099045881142795211?l=emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com/2008/07/ladies-and-gentlemen.html</link><author>emily.sebree@gmail.com (Emily)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SHdRGRoC-ZI/AAAAAAAAAFc/0o0oH0LL02o/s72-c/steve-jobs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431987338374852399.post-2809342915106695533</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2008 02:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T07:55:53.430-08:00</atom:updated><title>P.S.</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SHbDltXyeOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TwoVXN0QLoQ/s1600-h/madison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221575870584617186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SHbDltXyeOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TwoVXN0QLoQ/s320/madison.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SHbDlq6Hw3I/AAAAAAAAAFU/sOeJeOW-r2I/s1600-h/madison1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221575869923312498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SHbDlq6Hw3I/AAAAAAAAAFU/sOeJeOW-r2I/s320/madison1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Forgot to add that the ear candles were just the beginning of the fun. Watching Madison eat her corn dog was the icing on the cake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8431987338374852399-2809342915106695533?l=emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com/2008/07/ps.html</link><author>emily.sebree@gmail.com (Emily)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SHbDltXyeOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TwoVXN0QLoQ/s72-c/madison.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431987338374852399.post-3790846123515450767</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2008 01:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T07:55:53.619-08:00</atom:updated><title>Success-Negative   Fun-CHECK!!!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SHa_mEhv1wI/AAAAAAAAAFE/z0DPOAH7Oc8/s1600-h/101_0389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221571478753892098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SHa_mEhv1wI/AAAAAAAAAFE/z0DPOAH7Oc8/s320/101_0389.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SHa_Fvp6P5I/AAAAAAAAAEs/jRHf69Y6-nI/s1600-h/instructions.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I first would like to say that everyone involved made it out alive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For those who follow my sisters &lt;a href="http://audra219.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; you will know that she has been struggling with an ear ache. Those who don't should know that she takes things way too seriously and has way too much time on her hands hehe. Anywho, I get a text message earlier today that read: "Want 2 help me ear wick 2ngt?" To which I replied: "Duh" Who would pass on a chance to stick flaming things in their big sisters ear?! That's stuff we would've got in soooo much trouble for when we were little!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We actually read the directions! *insert round of applause here* Even the insert that came inside the box got a thorough examination. This could've really taken an ugly turn folks, and I hate being held responsible for things! I felt like McGyver. I need a pie pan, scissors, and a bowl of water! After a few terrifying glances from Audra the fun began. And boy do I mean fun! Really. Look at our faces. They are exactly like the pictures in the box! Such good advertising. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I would also like to point out that while Audra had flames in her ear she was able to talk on the phone with one hand and hold the pan with the other. I was basically there for looks (story of my life). Actually, while she was doing that, I was holding the candle and taking video of Pike doing things he shouldn't. All in all I would chalk this up as a good night. EXCEPT for the fact that the whole thing didn't work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/8431987338374852399-3790846123515450767?l=emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com/2008/07/success-negative-fun-check.html</link><author>emily.sebree@gmail.com (Emily)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SHa_mEhv1wI/AAAAAAAAAFE/z0DPOAH7Oc8/s72-c/101_0389.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431987338374852399.post-585853461129425026</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Jul 2008 12:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T07:55:56.552-08:00</atom:updated><title>Go Camera...It's your birthday!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SHS3Dw8tllI/AAAAAAAAADs/fiRSuUWka2A/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220999143336285778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SHS3Dw8tllI/AAAAAAAAADs/fiRSuUWka2A/s200/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I am so excited with my new camera!!! Look at my 4th of July pics!!  This is my favorite! It looks like an electric underwater blowfish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SHS2Pj3ZtjI/AAAAAAAAADk/eEpb8M4ON9o/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220998246471153202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SHS2Pj3ZtjI/AAAAAAAAADk/eEpb8M4ON9o/s200/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SHS2HdOudXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Z2WB3J1LHgc/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220998107250980210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SHS2HdOudXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Z2WB3J1LHgc/s200/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SHS2HiSZLHI/AAAAAAAAADE/3yeROMz1Hc8/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220998108608539762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SHS2HiSZLHI/AAAAAAAAADE/3yeROMz1Hc8/s200/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SHS2HvmVqCI/AAAAAAAAADM/f0uvTB-jaGo/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220998112181856290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SHS2HvmVqCI/AAAAAAAAADM/f0uvTB-jaGo/s200/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one looks like a palm tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SHS2H6gPl0I/AAAAAAAAADU/JZDpXG1a_Kg/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220998115109082946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SHS2H6gPl0I/AAAAAAAAADU/JZDpXG1a_Kg/s200/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SHS2H1lpglI/AAAAAAAAADc/eHm6xoHoxnQ/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220998113789575762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SHS2H1lpglI/AAAAAAAAADc/eHm6xoHoxnQ/s200/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SHS15IfAtiI/AAAAAAAAACU/KvU5ODCRMZk/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220997861163972130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SHS15IfAtiI/AAAAAAAAACU/KvU5ODCRMZk/s200/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SHS15U3UwsI/AAAAAAAAACc/ZmiJcLayT1w/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220997864487174850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SHS15U3UwsI/AAAAAAAAACc/ZmiJcLayT1w/s200/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SHS15fFZhjI/AAAAAAAAACk/x3l-ln54bSA/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220997867230561842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SHS15fFZhjI/AAAAAAAAACk/x3l-ln54bSA/s200/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SHS15jmYvdI/AAAAAAAAACs/dv4z7j5HF08/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220997868442664402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SHS15jmYvdI/AAAAAAAAACs/dv4z7j5HF08/s200/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SHS15vIz1SI/AAAAAAAAAC0/GFbe69luAFo/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220997871539836194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SHS15vIz1SI/AAAAAAAAAC0/GFbe69luAFo/s200/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8431987338374852399-585853461129425026?l=emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com/2008/07/go-cameraits-your-birthday.html</link><author>emily.sebree@gmail.com (Emily)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SHS3Dw8tllI/AAAAAAAAADs/fiRSuUWka2A/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8431987338374852399.post-2129867963887511191</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Jul 2008 19:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T07:55:56.855-08:00</atom:updated><title>Warning!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SG5-EayKYNI/AAAAAAAAACM/4h74EB5oPVo/s1600-h/makeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219247632543277266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SG5-EayKYNI/AAAAAAAAACM/4h74EB5oPVo/s200/makeup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As fun as it may sound to have a makeover party with a 3 year olds make up kit, It is not a good idea. I repeat, NOT A GOOD IDEA. Hehe :) Julie always has those not so good ideas (just ask the doctor who recently preformed outpatient surgery on her) so I take complete blame for waking up with glitter EVERYWHERE! I mean I could've went with the glitter lipgloss instead of the glitter blush and glitter eyeshadow ha! Last night also consisted of me taking all the strings off my guitar (not the kiddie one) because I just knew I had more in the truck. I had strings alright but only E and A. Then the heated (and long) game of Phase 10 began. We started with 8 players on the back porch and ended with 4 in the garage. Audra was declared the winner by default of the game and number of times being skipped, which her little sister had no part in ;).&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/8431987338374852399-2129867963887511191?l=emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emilystalkingagain.blogspot.com/2008/07/warning.html</link><author>emily.sebree@gmail.com (Emily)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wB8AXNbdLZQ/SG5-EayKYNI/AAAAAAAAACM/4h74EB5oPVo/s72-c/makeup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item></channel></rss>