<?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-6220386406482737756</id><updated>2011-09-26T08:45:19.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Rebel child</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220386406482737756/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lil Rebel Child♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02704124402283865971</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>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220386406482737756.post-2040787456164384591</id><published>2011-04-30T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T15:04:34.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming: forever ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ugyrc2BkuBY/TbyHah96XVI/AAAAAAAAADM/dBKSj-ghgOA/s1600/Homecoming%2Bgoods.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ugyrc2BkuBY/TbyHah96XVI/AAAAAAAAADM/dBKSj-ghgOA/s400/Homecoming%2Bgoods.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601500926406450514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B9vEw2w7QVc/TbyGW5v4UQI/AAAAAAAAADE/k7X57KdpErs/s1600/4x6loa_LJM2478ED_ppSepiaVin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B9vEw2w7QVc/TbyGW5v4UQI/AAAAAAAAADE/k7X57KdpErs/s400/4x6loa_LJM2478ED_ppSepiaVin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601499764558942466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0YS0KJlGd7s/TbyF7U4TsbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/34zBO5a-7-s/s1600/4x6_LJM2457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0YS0KJlGd7s/TbyF7U4TsbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/34zBO5a-7-s/s400/4x6_LJM2457.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601499290805711282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so i know this is extreamly late but for some odd reason blogger decided that now i can post pictures. Even though i have been doing the same exact thing every time nad it has never worked before. oh well no complaining! Anyways these are some pictures Laci took and edited and this is also my lovely date. Yes he is bald. No he does not have cancer. But we rocked that dance floor! Thank you Laci!&lt;br /&gt;And my date!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6220386406482737756-2040787456164384591?l=lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com/feeds/2040787456164384591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6220386406482737756&amp;postID=2040787456164384591' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220386406482737756/posts/default/2040787456164384591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220386406482737756/posts/default/2040787456164384591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com/2011/04/homecoming-forever-ago.html' title='Homecoming: forever ago'/><author><name>lil Rebel Child♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02704124402283865971</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/-ugyrc2BkuBY/TbyHah96XVI/AAAAAAAAADM/dBKSj-ghgOA/s72-c/Homecoming%2Bgoods.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220386406482737756.post-86165791823152613</id><published>2010-12-26T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T18:13:25.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No pictures: no posts</title><content type='html'>I have come to the conclusion that all computers hate me, because no matter what computer i use, none will let me post pictures... This is why i never post anything. It's ridiculous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6220386406482737756-86165791823152613?l=lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com/feeds/86165791823152613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6220386406482737756&amp;postID=86165791823152613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220386406482737756/posts/default/86165791823152613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220386406482737756/posts/default/86165791823152613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com/2010/12/no-pictures-no-posts.html' title='No pictures: no posts'/><author><name>lil Rebel Child♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02704124402283865971</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-6220386406482737756.post-4426709169464750243</id><published>2010-10-08T15:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T15:13:42.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming!</title><content type='html'>Ok! So i know i have'nt been on a whole lot lately, so i thought i would make up for it with some pictures this time...yay! So heres a couple pictures of me and my date for homecoming, and my awsome sister took them so thank her :) And homecoming was a blast, I think i almost danced me feet off, and I had lot's of people comin up to me telling me that they never knew i could dance...quite like that anyways haha. Alright so I'll let you take a gander! (and yes my date looks like a cancer patient, it's not my fault he won't grow his hair out)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6220386406482737756-4426709169464750243?l=lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com/feeds/4426709169464750243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6220386406482737756&amp;postID=4426709169464750243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220386406482737756/posts/default/4426709169464750243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220386406482737756/posts/default/4426709169464750243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com/2010/10/homecoming.html' title='Homecoming!'/><author><name>lil Rebel Child♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02704124402283865971</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-6220386406482737756.post-1834763038761974022</id><published>2010-05-13T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T15:04:19.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking with love :)</title><content type='html'>So today I decided to surprise mom by baking a pie while she was with my sister in town. And of coarse,we didn't have half the ingredients needed. So I had to make due with what I had. To begin with I made my own pie crust! I looked up online "easy pie crust recipes" And found a relatively easy recipe and began my magic!  This was so exiting! I just had to blog it...here's to my first apple pie! Hope it finishes nicely. Wish I could send you guys some. loves. p.s. sorry i can't take any pictures right now guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6220386406482737756-1834763038761974022?l=lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com/feeds/1834763038761974022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6220386406482737756&amp;postID=1834763038761974022' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220386406482737756/posts/default/1834763038761974022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220386406482737756/posts/default/1834763038761974022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com/2010/05/baking-with-love.html' title='Baking with love :)'/><author><name>lil Rebel Child♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02704124402283865971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220386406482737756.post-2285747002134828926</id><published>2009-12-22T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T01:15:59.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Feeling Of Goodiness</title><content type='html'>So its finally come. The break that all of us young scholars anticipate. The end of the semester! Now i can Finally rest. Knowing that i have gotten half of this year over with...and also knowing i have another half to go. Luckily i am an optimistic person, and look at the glass half full. In this case i look at school as half over. Good way of thinking. Makes me feel all warm in fuzzy inside. You know kind of like when your watching your cat play with a ball of string, or your child wobble down the hall....that feeling of accomplishment or just that feeling....that feeling of goodiness. Ahhh. there it is. The goodiness feeling. The kind where u can wake up that day and say "hey, today is going to be a good day, because i feel good, and no matter what anyone says or what happens, today will be a good day, because I'm in control". I love having confidence. And many days i wish i could have woken up with that encouragement. And this is the feeling i got as soon as the semester ended. But i find that no matter how much more time i get away from school, there is always still work and responsibility's to attend to. But i will say that these responsibility's are Christmas related. Well... some. I'm still managing to maintain a social level as well as fun and work. Like I said. Responsibility's call. Sometimes in a more... non working way. And as usual, always seem to be there. Well i hope everybody has a wonderful and joyous celebration of Christ's Birth and get that warm fuzzy feeling of, what was it...ahh that's right, Goodiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6220386406482737756-2285747002134828926?l=lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com/feeds/2285747002134828926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6220386406482737756&amp;postID=2285747002134828926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220386406482737756/posts/default/2285747002134828926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220386406482737756/posts/default/2285747002134828926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com/2009/12/feeling-of-goodiness.html' title='The Feeling Of Goodiness'/><author><name>lil Rebel Child♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02704124402283865971</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-6220386406482737756.post-7848319499060210443</id><published>2009-12-07T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:03:10.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ultimate Alaskan Christmas</title><content type='html'>So school is comeing to its end of the semester (finally) And i have been working my tail off to get any extra credit and assignments doen before Finals. Which im not completly enthusiastic about. But to make things brighter... we put up our tree today. It's not decorated yet, but im shore that we will hit that up tomorrow. It was hand chosen by the head of our family. (Sir Big M.) Now it seems that every year when it comes time to put up our tree, it always seems to tilt, just ever so slightly. So slightly that we end up tieing it to the wall with fishing wire. TFinding the tree this year consisted of Big M and little M trugeing out into the wilderness and finding the ultimate Christmas Tree for the ultimate family. Which they then proceeded to bring home by snomacheine (NOT to be confused with snow mobile) There are no such things. Only to find themselves, having to chop 4 feet off to meet our needs. And now all that's left t do is decorate it with all the many ornaments recived from our very own g-ma, and once the tree is finished, only then will we worry about decorating the rest of the house. What a perfect way to end the semester. With the ultimate Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6220386406482737756-7848319499060210443?l=lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com/feeds/7848319499060210443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6220386406482737756&amp;postID=7848319499060210443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220386406482737756/posts/default/7848319499060210443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220386406482737756/posts/default/7848319499060210443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com/2009/12/ultimate-alaskan-christmas.html' title='The Ultimate Alaskan Christmas'/><author><name>lil Rebel Child♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02704124402283865971</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-6220386406482737756.post-2022894893836796534</id><published>2009-08-17T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T19:23:47.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school</title><content type='html'>How did it go? Just like this...&lt;br /&gt;Period 1.) walked into the wronge classroom. (while talking to my teacher)&lt;br /&gt;Period 2.) ran into the staircass wile watching hot guy. (not telling)&lt;br /&gt;Period 3.) sweated all through class. (symphonic chior)&lt;br /&gt;Period 4.) told the teacher i was lushous lanisha. &lt;br /&gt;Period 5.) ...walked in late even though my locker was just outside the door. =)&lt;br /&gt;Period 6.) was ready for the day to come to an end. Cooking... (ugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is how its done. OH and to top it all off. I stayed after school and tried out for Jazz chior. My teacher liked it and Tee has high hopes for me and so do i. I really hope i make it. I've been wanting this for a long time. It would just make my year. So wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6220386406482737756-2022894893836796534?l=lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com/feeds/2022894893836796534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6220386406482737756&amp;postID=2022894893836796534' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220386406482737756/posts/default/2022894893836796534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220386406482737756/posts/default/2022894893836796534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First day of school'/><author><name>lil Rebel Child♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02704124402283865971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220386406482737756.post-6831147165634485031</id><published>2009-06-24T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T17:13:12.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1029349485634 cookies</title><content type='html'>So i made like, a bazillion cookies today. All peanut butter. But we didnt have any smooth peanut butter so i had to use the crunchey kind...so now i have crunchy nutty peanut butter cookies. Blah. Anyways. they turned out great. This was my first time makeing them so it was a big deal. lol. I asked mom to give me cookieg lesson though, kuz even though im an exeptional baker...i cant cook wirth crap. Unfortunate for me. so those are now takeing up family home evenings. &lt;br /&gt;So when i make sum good food ill post pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6220386406482737756-6831147165634485031?l=lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com/feeds/6831147165634485031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6220386406482737756&amp;postID=6831147165634485031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220386406482737756/posts/default/6831147165634485031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220386406482737756/posts/default/6831147165634485031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com/2009/06/1029349485634-cookies.html' title='1029349485634 cookies'/><author><name>lil Rebel Child♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02704124402283865971</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-6220386406482737756.post-7400590965164048220</id><published>2009-01-22T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T00:12:28.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My moment of pure genius-ness</title><content type='html'>While i was talking on the phone to my friend, we were talking about our English class and how we have to write a poem about our hobbies. I had yet to write it, and him as well. It was 9:30p.m and it was due the next day. So my unintelligent friend decided to challenge me. He said "Ill bet that u five dollars that u cant write that poem in the next 45 Minutes AND have it all rhyme" So naturally....i took the challenge. He said go, i hung up and began to rack my brains  for any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;possibly&lt;/span&gt; good hobby that i might be able to write about without having to talk about notes on my violin, or books. Who wants to hear a poem about reading??? And as i was sitting on my couch, i realized that i was singing a song to myself. It was one off of the movie "remember the titans" the one that goes...."If you need me call me, no matter Ware you are, no matter how far". And that's when my most moment of pure genius- ness came over me....i had a topic. And it IS one of my hobby's!!! Its called "T.E.X.T Me". And its actually quite funny and true. Because i often wake up in the middle of the night to random texts from people. The first line is sort of like the song that i was singing, as it was sort of my inspiration....and the other...well...im shore u can figure that out on your own. So this came into my mind of coarse, while i was singing that song, and right as my phone was beeping at me. So naturally i put two and two together and well....that's what i get. I'm not quite shore how people like it yet. Mom said it was cute, but then again, that's mom speaking and of coarse we know that we cant trust anything SHE says because well...shes mom. So i was thinking that i want to add on to it and maybe change a few things a bit, re-write it maybe, and then enter it into some kind of contest. I think it is pretty modern for our society. I wrote it to entertain younger adult readers. Because we are always having to read these weird poems at school and i think we just need a little something to bring a smile to our faces, knowing that someone is thinking about us. Anyways. Im NOT posting it on here, becuase it is WAY too ....Top secret. So those of u that wish to know....see me for further imformation. Other wise...just leave me some comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6220386406482737756-7400590965164048220?l=lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com/feeds/7400590965164048220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6220386406482737756&amp;postID=7400590965164048220' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220386406482737756/posts/default/7400590965164048220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220386406482737756/posts/default/7400590965164048220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-moment-of-pure-genius-ness.html' title='My moment of pure genius-ness'/><author><name>lil Rebel Child♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02704124402283865971</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-6220386406482737756.post-4359686061216803271</id><published>2009-01-13T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T17:17:09.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the good... and the bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; u just love it when a new semester starts, and u can switch classes, get new teachers, and buddy up with all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; pals....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;except&lt;/span&gt; when u think that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;changing&lt;/span&gt; into a class that u will like, and u spend forever to take the time to make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;schedule&lt;/span&gt; work around this one class that u want, and then Monday morning comes, u walk into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; new class....and suddenly u see someone sitting right in the front row, who just happens  to be the person that u work very hard to avoid??? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt; U JUST LOVE THAT!!!??? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;There's&lt;/span&gt; always that person, that someone who u just try to avoid any contact with at all, , ...well and THEN they see you...yes.. So they see me and suddenly u find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;yourself&lt;/span&gt; sitting next to them, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;partnering&lt;/span&gt; up with them...and well u know the rest.  Well this person actually just HAPPENS to be someone i used to like and, well, of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;coarse&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; not happy at all that u are in the same class, but they, on the other hand, are bright happy and as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;cheer full&lt;/span&gt; as ever. Well. What else was i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;expecting&lt;/span&gt;??? You always get the good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; the bad... But i guess its not all as horrible as i make it out to be. Hes actually not that bad. And he keeps me company so it all work out in the end u guess. I guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; actually glad to have someone there that i know. Ah oh well. Gotta love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;neighbor&lt;/span&gt; i hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6220386406482737756-4359686061216803271?l=lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com/feeds/4359686061216803271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6220386406482737756&amp;postID=4359686061216803271' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220386406482737756/posts/default/4359686061216803271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220386406482737756/posts/default/4359686061216803271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-and-bad.html' title='the good... and the bad'/><author><name>lil Rebel Child♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02704124402283865971</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-6220386406482737756.post-309606573977514925</id><published>2008-12-27T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T16:23:37.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game night...all night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So last night we had Game night. And we ended up not going to bed until 1:30 in the morning, and had'nt even noticed that we had been playing the SAME game for four hours. Four hours!!!! And then after all of that i could'nt  sleep, because i was all full of energy. So i .finished my book and cleaned up a bit and then sat in bed  for two hours, and couldnt sleep, so, i got out my little brothers battleship game (its electronic) and played until 8 o clock this morning. By the time i was ready to sleep, mom was already telling me to wake up or i would sleep the day away....little does she know. so after getting out of bed and eating, i did what any sain person would do....put on some good old t.v. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6220386406482737756-309606573977514925?l=lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com/feeds/309606573977514925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6220386406482737756&amp;postID=309606573977514925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220386406482737756/posts/default/309606573977514925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220386406482737756/posts/default/309606573977514925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com/2008/12/game-nightall-night.html' title='Game night...all night'/><author><name>lil Rebel Child♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02704124402283865971</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-6220386406482737756.post-5777204911280325740</id><published>2008-12-22T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T11:52:12.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So i think ill buy it myslef...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;So its that time of year again...when all of your grandparents buy you Be-dazzlers, and little jewlery makeing kits, even though your pretty sher that your old enough to be driveing, they still think that u like bratt dolls. So i have come to the conclution that lots and lots of ppl spend and waste money on me every year. This could possably be because i dont like telling people what i want, or need. But really now. Anyways, so sence i know that theres more than half the stuff that i wont be recieveing this year, for my lack of acknowleging it....i decided that after christmas i will buy them for myslef, and i know that sounds selfish, but i already bought presents for everyone else, and i picked em good i must say. The only reason that i dont like telling people what i want for christmas, is because if i tell someone that i want a hair straightener, i already know in my mind exactly which one, size, and  color that i want. And i realize that its too much to ask for something and expect them to get your order completley right. That just makes u sound greedy and picky, which is not COMPLETLEY the truth...i am greatful....and picky. Its just a waste to me to get somethig for someone and then them get it and its not what they actually wanted. Maybe u asked for a dog, and someone gets u a stuffed toy....of coarse that something my dad would do as a sick joke, but still....that would hurt peoples feelings. Anyways, so i know what i want, and im buying myself some knew clothes and some tank tops from victoria seceret.....yay me! Well i better go. But dont try and tell me that u dont feel that way too, when its the holidays, kuz i think everyone probably does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6220386406482737756-5777204911280325740?l=lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com/feeds/5777204911280325740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6220386406482737756&amp;postID=5777204911280325740' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220386406482737756/posts/default/5777204911280325740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220386406482737756/posts/default/5777204911280325740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-i-think-ill-buy-it-myslef.html' title='So i think ill buy it myslef...'/><author><name>lil Rebel Child♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02704124402283865971</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-6220386406482737756.post-7597614040479166361</id><published>2008-11-08T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T16:40:26.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tipical Saturday morning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well first off, things kinda start to creep you out when u wake up in someone elses bed and cant remenber whare u are, or how u got there. Not that this happens often, but now i remeber that last night i spent the night at my friends house and we watched "supernaturalists" till one a.m. Now im not noramally one to get freaked out about scary movies and such, i dont usually scream or hide my face in the pillow or try to plug my ears when a scry image comes on the screen, but for some reason, that series scares the crap outta me. And its all fakey fakey even! It doesnt even look real! So now i feel all wussy, and kind of a wimp. But oh well.  So When i wake up this morning my face was planted in a plastice bowl with popcorn platered all over my face, and candy wrappers in places that i didnt even know exeisted.  Then have to wait around for two hours waiting for my friends so wake up. (im not one to wake a person up when thier sleeping...that just makes a person grouchy, and i do NOT want to even think about trying to wake up these grinches!) And then when they do get up we had bout 5 mins to try and get ready for a basketball game that they forgoet to mention to me the day before. So we jump in their freezing car and went to the church to play some ball. Of coarse i didnt play, and i didnt even watch. I dont ever remeber who won. Kuz i fell asleep again. And after that they brought me home, whare i took a shower, and cleaned my room and neglecting to do my homework. So life is good. How bout yours? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6220386406482737756-7597614040479166361?l=lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com/feeds/7597614040479166361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6220386406482737756&amp;postID=7597614040479166361' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220386406482737756/posts/default/7597614040479166361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220386406482737756/posts/default/7597614040479166361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com/2008/11/tipical-saturday-morning.html' title='A tipical Saturday morning...'/><author><name>lil Rebel Child♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02704124402283865971</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-6220386406482737756.post-4420100458535126348</id><published>2008-06-27T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T18:58:07.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First paycheck!</title><content type='html'>I got my first paycheck today! Woohooo! Thats ALWAYS a great feeling to know that u HAVE money, now the hard part is GETTING the money to a bank account. Which im going to have to get. =] Haha. So yeah, i have money, and i cant wait to spend it! yay! just thinking bout all the new stuff im gunna be buying......new clothes....(thinking intently about the new clothes...*sighs*)  Ans then im saveing at least $200 for x-mas shopping, kuz you can NEVER have enough money for buying all the gifts you need! Also im hopeing to save up to go to New York next year with my symphonic chior class. Im soooooo exited! Im one of the few Freshmen who made it into that clas kuz normally they dont let Freshmen in kuz there so overcrouded. But i got lucky! It felt soooooo good when i found out i made it.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6220386406482737756-4420100458535126348?l=lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com/feeds/4420100458535126348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6220386406482737756&amp;postID=4420100458535126348' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220386406482737756/posts/default/4420100458535126348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220386406482737756/posts/default/4420100458535126348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-paycheck.html' title='First paycheck!'/><author><name>lil Rebel Child♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02704124402283865971</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-6220386406482737756.post-7580651531163328097</id><published>2008-06-26T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T18:44:22.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>peacon pies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;well today was kinda fun....i went to work, with a plugged up nose and a really bad headache, but it was all good. Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; work, i went to my sister's house and helped her make some "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pecaon&lt;/span&gt; pies". Or so she calls em. (there not really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;peacon&lt;/span&gt;) They just look like it.  There were actually made of beans, butter and lots and lots of sugar. There was no WAY that i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gunna&lt;/span&gt; eat that! I helped her mash all the beans down, (she helped a little too....somewhat) then we stirred em all down and shoved em in tho oven, they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; smell too great either. But its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;werent&lt;/span&gt; for us, they were for the ladies who were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt; to enrichment night, and they asked my sister to make a desert out of food storage items so that when the time comes for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; to use their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;stoarge&lt;/span&gt; they know of some deserts to make. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;eeeeeck&lt;/span&gt;! they were pure sugar! nasty! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sher&lt;/span&gt; i lost some snot in the middle of stirring....but i cant be too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;sher&lt;/span&gt;, by the time i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;relized&lt;/span&gt; it though, it had already been stirred by the kitchen aid (gotta love em) so fast! anyways, like i said, we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;werent&lt;/span&gt; the ones that were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;gunna&lt;/span&gt; be eating em! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;....poor old ladies! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ahhhh&lt;/span&gt; oh well. Anyways, so then my sister and i looked stuff up in the computer on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ebay&lt;/span&gt;, and my birthday is in 6 days so i told her that i wanted retro tee shirts and bug chunky bracelets! So there you go, now u know what to get me.....i also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;wouldnt&lt;/span&gt; mind some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;dangley&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;earings&lt;/span&gt; (colorful) or any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;awsome&lt;/span&gt; converse shoes......(i love converse...i always say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;gunna&lt;/span&gt; have a converse wedding) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Yuppers&lt;/span&gt; So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;laci&lt;/span&gt; and Valli, be prepared for my wedding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;kuz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;prolly&lt;/span&gt; not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;gunna&lt;/span&gt; like half the stuff &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;gunna&lt;/span&gt; have to wear Valli.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;, i cant imagine you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;likeing&lt;/span&gt; punk rocker style. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;jk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;jk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;jk&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/6220386406482737756-7580651531163328097?l=lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com/feeds/7580651531163328097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6220386406482737756&amp;postID=7580651531163328097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220386406482737756/posts/default/7580651531163328097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220386406482737756/posts/default/7580651531163328097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com/2008/06/well-today-was-kinda-fun.html' title='peacon pies'/><author><name>lil Rebel Child♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02704124402283865971</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-6220386406482737756.post-5298583120036793124</id><published>2008-06-18T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T21:46:50.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goat Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2404/1662920759_a8b78ae8bd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2404/1662920759_a8b78ae8bd.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/40/115769688_5d604fb1e0_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/40/115769688_5d604fb1e0_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This afternoon was perticularly enteresting, because, not only did i get to go to a GOAT farm....but i got to MILK a goat!!!!  Next to my sisters house there is this goat farm, and they raise them and use there milk to make cheese and to drink.  They wake up every day at 6:00 a.m and 6:00p.m to milk these things....everyday! I dont think i could do that. But i dont mind helping in the afternoon. I got to taste some of the many different cheese's they make with it. There was a cream cheese, a chive cheese (i liked that one the best), and a tomato cheese. ( i was'nt to keen to that one) But it was relly cool. And afterwards, when we were putting the goats back into the pens, i went in to pet some of them, and got to hold a kid. But i think the whole plot of the story is that one of the goats came up from behind me when i was petting another one and bit my sweater and gave a great big tug....THAT was a little more than a bed bug bite. I think he was just jelouse! Maybe she needs a therapist. (that would be you laci!) Anyways. So how many people so you know would free willingly go milk goats? Not too many....so,  i did my good deed for the day. And now my day has been completed. Now its time to go do those dishes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&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/6220386406482737756-5298583120036793124?l=lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com/feeds/5298583120036793124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6220386406482737756&amp;postID=5298583120036793124' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220386406482737756/posts/default/5298583120036793124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220386406482737756/posts/default/5298583120036793124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com/2008/06/goat-farm.html' title='Goat Farm'/><author><name>lil Rebel Child♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02704124402283865971</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://farm3.static.flickr.com/2404/1662920759_a8b78ae8bd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220386406482737756.post-1774857513214085585</id><published>2008-06-10T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T18:57:59.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Night activities</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well today was a good day, i guess. First, I woke up. And that my friends, is not on the top of my favorite things to do. And then, i slowly removed each of my many different layered covers from my warm, hot body. Then, i  waited for the shock from the cold to wake me up. which it did. I AM in Alaska, with no heat in my bedroom, because my vents &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; work, and no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ceiling&lt;/span&gt; light in my room thanks to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;squirrels&lt;/span&gt;, who have chewed up my wires, which i have named Tom and Jerry, because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; pretty shore that they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;, but yet they live together. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;, makes me wonder. Maybe there brothers, fighting over who gets the biggest piece of molding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;inculcation&lt;/span&gt;. Sometimes if i lie very still at night, i can hear them scratching on my bedroom wall, behind my fake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;paneling&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Where&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; shore there must be a little nest for them. I have actually seen the one, Jerry, as i said before. I was outside on my porch, next to my bedroom window, when i looked up on my roof to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;where&lt;/span&gt; all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;chitty&lt;/span&gt; chatting had come from, and there, peeking behind a hole, just under the roofing of my house, were two very scared eyes looking at me. Now at first when i saw it, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; look like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;squirrel&lt;/span&gt;, it looked like an otter, because his eyes were so wide i thought they were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to fall out of his head and spring at me like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Slinky's&lt;/span&gt;. (i never liked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;slinkie's&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;they've&lt;/span&gt; always scared me) So that is the story of my two pet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;squierllies&lt;/span&gt; Tom and Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;But as i was saying....ahem....Then after i woke up, i headed straight for the computer. But i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; stay on long, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;kuz&lt;/span&gt; then i had to go to work. And what an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;exhausting&lt;/span&gt; day. Working at a day care, 5 hours a day. 5 days a week.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Then after work i came home and then went to Tuesday night activities. Something for all of the youth in our church to do every Tuesday. We get together, and do service or make stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Today we cleaned Brother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Mickimmie's&lt;/span&gt; house, for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;service&lt;/span&gt; project, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;whoopee&lt;/span&gt; did we do a good job, they have bout 4 or 5 little kids and there house was trashed. We did the dishes, folded clothes, put away toys, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;vacuumed&lt;/span&gt; floors, wiped down windows and so on. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of fun. I thought that it was SO much cleaner. And it was. A job very well done. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;dismissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6220386406482737756-1774857513214085585?l=lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com/feeds/1774857513214085585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6220386406482737756&amp;postID=1774857513214085585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220386406482737756/posts/default/1774857513214085585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220386406482737756/posts/default/1774857513214085585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com/2008/06/tuesday-night-activities.html' title='Tuesday Night activities'/><author><name>lil Rebel Child♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02704124402283865971</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-6220386406482737756.post-743138350388638146</id><published>2008-05-04T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T20:55:20.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uneventful Sunday evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;       Ello. Well today was boreing. I live in a house full of, well, lets put it this way.....you wouldn't  be able to try and find an extra bed or couch at 3:00 a.m in the morning  after you have been out having a late night in the town, because everybody else has already beaten you to it, so your either stuck with the floor or the basement that was originally built as a bomb shelter and has no windows with dirt walls hiding behind the sheet rock. Or in other words what my family calls it..... the dungeon. Full of  huge 10 legged spiders with titanic clenches that would probably snap one of your legs in half if you got close enough, which in that case you would end up beating the spider over the head with your cell phone because its the only thing that you have in reach or in your pockets, wishing that all those stupid commercials on t.v and the radio telling you that your cell phone can help you with any emergency was true. The one time your cellular device WONT help you when you need it the most. So most people would choose to sleep on the floor. At least, any sane person. I guess I'm more of the talky talky, yakidy yak kinda person. Doesn't shut up, and cant do anything while I'm talking. Many accidents could occur if i was TRYING to multitask while talking. I've already realized that my worst fear is driving. I hate it and i always feel sick whenever i take a hold of the wheel. So looks like mom is going to have to take me everywhere for the rest of my life. Sorry mom....i know she was looking forward to having ME drive her around town. But I'm afraid this is one sacrifice that she probably wont be able to live with, so i will eventually end up driving anyways&lt;br /&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/6220386406482737756-743138350388638146?l=lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com/feeds/743138350388638146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6220386406482737756&amp;postID=743138350388638146' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220386406482737756/posts/default/743138350388638146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6220386406482737756/posts/default/743138350388638146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilalaskangrl.blogspot.com/2008/05/uneventful-sunday-evening.html' title='Uneventful Sunday evening'/><author><name>lil Rebel Child♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02704124402283865971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
