<?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-3593860401755372042</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:16:08.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>qwertney</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-3169058538832201633</id><published>2011-02-04T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T22:59:20.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>someday maybe i'll start doing this again</title><content type='html'>i think about writing in here just about every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-3169058538832201633?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/3169058538832201633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=3169058538832201633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/3169058538832201633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/3169058538832201633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2011/02/someday-maybe-ill-start-doing-this.html' title='someday maybe i&apos;ll start doing this again'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-3149411065013513518</id><published>2010-08-27T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T01:05:04.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>youtubue videos</title><content type='html'>i've been waiting for this one!! its hard to choose even just a few. we'll see how many i end up with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/JvltzwkUEEA/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JvltzwkUEEA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JvltzwkUEEA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE barats &amp; bereta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/x_JtoW7GrdY/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x_JtoW7GrdY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x_JtoW7GrdY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thas only in the mo'nin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/qBjLW5_dGAM/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qBjLW5_dGAM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qBjLW5_dGAM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PES makes awesome videos too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/DNL6Wy6IstE/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DNL6Wy6IstE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DNL6Wy6IstE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many movie references do you see?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-3149411065013513518?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/3149411065013513518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=3149411065013513518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/3149411065013513518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/3149411065013513518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2010/08/youtubue-videos.html' title='youtubue videos'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-7365260242576640945</id><published>2010-08-22T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T01:54:21.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>planning a wedding/22</title><content type='html'>i was looking around at the married housing and it made me excited to live there with tyler and have our own appartment :) i've also actually started planning the wedding a little bit. it's kind of stressful. every night for like the past week, when i get in bed my mind starts racing about the current problems i have to solve. (if i choose this color dress for my brides maids, what color shoes will they wear? i forgot to call ________, or look into _______! i need to ask _______ tomorrow about _______. i have no idea how i want my makeup done. i need to start thinking about centerpeices... etc. etc) i still have like 6 months until we get married! i can't stress like this for 6 month!!! &lt;br /&gt;i am kind of picky and i want things to be a certain way. i wish i wasnt so picky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaghh. 6 months is so far away, but 3 of those months i will be away at school so i want to get things done before i go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22- a website. the &lt;strong&gt;knot.com &lt;/strong&gt;helps me ALOT. &lt;strong&gt;postsecret.com&lt;/strong&gt; - always a fave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-7365260242576640945?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/7365260242576640945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=7365260242576640945&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/7365260242576640945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/7365260242576640945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2010/08/planning-wedding22.html' title='planning a wedding/22'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-6045351055856887541</id><published>2010-08-19T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T23:51:56.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>recipe- choc cake batter cookies</title><content type='html'>21. recipe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these cookies are so easy, you really dont even need a recipe. but they are my new favorites. there are a bajillion different ways to make them but this is how i do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients &lt;br /&gt;•Chocolate Cake mix, 1 box&lt;br /&gt;•Oil, 1/3 cup&lt;br /&gt;•Egg, 2&lt;br /&gt;•Semisweet chocolate chips, 2 cups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mix all the ingredients together. drop onto greased cookie sheet. cook at 350° F, until browned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hard thing is knowing how long to cook them. at school we cooked them for 9-10 minutes. at home i cook them for like 5-6 minutes. when you take them out they should look undercooked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-6045351055856887541?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/6045351055856887541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=6045351055856887541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/6045351055856887541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/6045351055856887541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2010/08/recipe-choc-cake-batter-cookies.html' title='recipe- choc cake batter cookies'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-1969526111062021217</id><published>2010-07-29T23:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T00:01:46.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>talent and hobby</title><content type='html'>19 &amp; 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it is a talent of mine to be able to sleep more than most people. i'm pretty good at it. really though, when someone says the word 'talent' you think of things like sports and singing and stuff like that. i dont really have those talents but i think my ability with kids is a talent. i was thinking about it a couple weeks ago and there are some people that would not be able to last one day working at a daycare. but i love it. ok well... there are some parts i dont love. but i love playing , talking, teaching, and just interacting with children. i went back to my work yesterday after being gone for 3 months and i was so happy to see my little friends :) some have them have grown SO much in just 3 months! there is nothing like walking into there and having the kids say "ms. courtney!!!!" and just be happy to see me. it makes my day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hobby-- i used to love to sew and i would do it more often if i didnt have to set up and take down the sewing machine every time. 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(seriously, beautiful) i actually felt the ring box in his coat pocket before he asked me. it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we do not have a date yet. every day that goes by i get more and more excited though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-8368878730993120925?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/8368878730993120925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=8368878730993120925&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/8368878730993120925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/8368878730993120925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2010/07/engaged-as-if-you-didnt-already-know.html' title='engaged (as if you didn&apos;t already know)'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/TDgCy7A1t6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/1Z3MNz_C2o0/s72-c/30DaysofBlogging.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-4101779127709396251</id><published>2010-05-11T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T00:40:31.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17- an art piece</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/S-kJqPU63vI/AAAAAAAAAIc/S_1R2aIuosA/s1600/starry-night-1889-van-gogh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/S-kJqPU63vI/AAAAAAAAAIc/S_1R2aIuosA/s400/starry-night-1889-van-gogh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469913843691609842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish  i could have found a bigger one. i am not usually a huge fan of art, but i have always loved this painting. and i cant even tell you why. i just think its so pretty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-4101779127709396251?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/S-kJqPU63vI/AAAAAAAAAIc/S_1R2aIuosA/s72-c/starry-night-1889-van-gogh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-3185395536946653580</id><published>2010-05-09T20:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T20:32:32.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 &amp; 16</title><content type='html'>im skipping fanfic. i actually tried to find one but i couldnt find any that were 1- remotely interesting or 2. short enough to bother reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so a song that makes me cry- there are several&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One sweet day - mariah carey and boyz II men. somtimes it makes me cry sometimes it just makes me think. but i can't just listen to it casually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His hands- kenneth cope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conrete angel - martine mcbride&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-3185395536946653580?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/3185395536946653580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=3185395536946653580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/3185395536946653580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/3185395536946653580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2010/05/15-16.html' title='15 &amp; 16'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-2545966497875661304</id><published>2010-05-05T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T15:42:15.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>14- non fiction book</title><content type='html'>the book of mormon... duh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-2545966497875661304?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/2545966497875661304/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-1924756591901409336</id><published>2010-04-18T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T21:04:35.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11- recent picture</title><content type='html'>i know, i know. im behind. im on vacation though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the only picture i have within the last..... while.. its from this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/S8vWKBIqqOI/AAAAAAAAAIU/BVGS0fB9Aco/s1600/23572_384827900387_648865387_4343459_5456973_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/S8vWKBIqqOI/AAAAAAAAAIU/BVGS0fB9Aco/s400/23572_384827900387_648865387_4343459_5456973_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461694440708679906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boys wouldnt stop moving so they are blurry. and i was lauging cuz tor was sticking his hand in my shirt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-1924756591901409336?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/1924756591901409336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=1924756591901409336&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/1924756591901409336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/1924756591901409336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2010/04/11-recent-picture.html' title='11- recent picture'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/S8vWKBIqqOI/AAAAAAAAAIU/BVGS0fB9Aco/s72-c/23572_384827900387_648865387_4343459_5456973_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-7655140032678654941</id><published>2010-04-12T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T19:16:31.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>picture from over 10 years ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/S8PT4kd4UjI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Wox_Qipw_dU/s1600/475.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 315px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/S8PT4kd4UjI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Wox_Qipw_dU/s400/475.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459440142118310450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grandpa looks squished. lol. but its a cute picture&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-7655140032678654941?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/7655140032678654941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/S8PT4kd4UjI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Wox_Qipw_dU/s72-c/475.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-2487312166826340411</id><published>2010-04-11T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T21:32:36.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9- a photo i took</title><content type='html'>im really not supposed to put pictures of my kids from work on the internet. if i could, i would post soooooo many pictures cuz i love my kids and i have so many cute pictures. that being said, im going to post this one because i know this childs mom from high school and i know she doesnt mind, also, all you can see is the back of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/S8KiJbGXzzI/AAAAAAAAAIE/s_VpB7TIxC4/s1600/P4071477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/S8KiJbGXzzI/AAAAAAAAAIE/s_VpB7TIxC4/s400/P4071477.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459103981103468338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; last year we had this duck couple come visit every day (because we fed theM)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-2487312166826340411?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/2487312166826340411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=2487312166826340411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/2487312166826340411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/2487312166826340411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2010/04/9-photo-i-took.html' title='9- a photo i took'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/S8KiJbGXzzI/AAAAAAAAAIE/s_VpB7TIxC4/s72-c/P4071477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-6737116936910446426</id><published>2010-04-10T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T14:25:02.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8- a picture that makes me angry/ sad</title><content type='html'>out of the ones i have saved on my computer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/S8DsRF88C0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Q_tLZFAXRKQ/s1600/dumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/S8DsRF88C0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Q_tLZFAXRKQ/s400/dumb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458622526772742978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this makes me so mad. but then.. it makes me laugh because it's so pathetic. why???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-6737116936910446426?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/S8DsRF88C0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Q_tLZFAXRKQ/s72-c/dumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-6261363187587089107</id><published>2010-04-10T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T00:50:45.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>picture(s) that makes me happy</title><content type='html'>there are so many that make me happy. can i pick just one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok seriously ive been looking through my pictures and i cant pick just one.... so heres a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/S8AtTxV3qNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/gb9fDUu1CBk/s1600/057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 61px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/S8AtTxV3qNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/gb9fDUu1CBk/s320/057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458412566058870994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/S8AtTEGQXTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/g0RaPtq6HFM/s1600/that_UP-kid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/S8AtTEGQXTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/g0RaPtq6HFM/s320/that_UP-kid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458412553913785650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/S8AtS7yAlYI/AAAAAAAAAHU/WXv0jCVYtMA/s1600/129139255355761254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/S8AtS7yAlYI/AAAAAAAAAHU/WXv0jCVYtMA/s320/129139255355761254.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458412551681381762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/S8AtSqHHuiI/AAAAAAAAAHM/E75VZkZCjy8/s1600/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/S8AtSqHHuiI/AAAAAAAAAHM/E75VZkZCjy8/s320/8.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458412546938092066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/S8AtSdbvpgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/2F54tBMWGzE/s1600/tor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/S8AtSdbvpgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/2F54tBMWGzE/s320/tor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458412543534933506" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-6951751938668601819</id><published>2010-04-08T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T17:57:02.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6-oops, favorite quote?</title><content type='html'>i accidently switched 5 and 6. ooh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favorite quotes arrrrre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be nice to everyone you meet...They are fighting a battle you know nothing about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont give up what you want most, for what you want at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fall down 7 times get up 8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-6951751938668601819?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/6951751938668601819/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-8376582998019160859</id><published>2010-04-08T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T01:32:46.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5-whatever i want</title><content type='html'>oh no. i dont know what to write about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love jimmy fallon. he still reminds me of nick sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to &lt;blockquote&gt;http://formspring.me/qwertney&lt;/blockquote&gt; ask me aaaaannnnyyy question at all. you can ask annonymously if you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my toes are cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night im always freeeeeezing. i go to bed with like 5 blankets. then i wake up in the morning sweating like crazy. cuz the heater turns on at like 6. so at night i have 5 huge blankets on me and im still cold, in themorning i have none on me, and im still sweating. sometimes i have to open the window. i cant beleive i just wrote that much about this&lt;br /&gt;im hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone ate my soup, i cant find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i popped a blood capilary? i dove to do a pancake playing vball. joe jumped back and stomped/landed on my food. it kind of looks cool. i also have weird red lines. they are fading, but when it first happened it looked like  they were bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im kind of excited for my volleyball theory class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i can get into some better classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my shins hurt, i havent had shin splints this bad in a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im starting to get a little nervous for school&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-8376582998019160859?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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/&gt;the pact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lock and key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this lullaby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-1312318225467279099?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/1312318225467279099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=1312318225467279099&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/1312318225467279099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/1312318225467279099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2010/04/4-favorite-book.html' title='4- favorite book'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-1110494203705689309</id><published>2010-04-06T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T01:21:43.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3- fave tv show</title><content type='html'>buffy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buffy the vampire slayer will always be my all-time favorite. last year i bought all 7 seasons and i watched a few episodes a night. when i was done i didnt know what to do with myself. if you've never watched it, or only watched an episode or two, i can understand how you would think it would be weird that i love it so much. but joss whedon (the writer) is so great. i love his sense of humor. and the show is deeper than just buffy fighting vampires and monsters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other favorites:&lt;br /&gt; degrassi the next generation, monk, psych, greek, one tree hill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-1110494203705689309?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/1110494203705689309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=1110494203705689309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/1110494203705689309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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you notice something about all of these movies? the newest one was filmed when i was like 5 or something. also, most of them have good music, (other good movies include dirty dancing, rent, footloose...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-4774710601633230093?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/4774710601633230093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=4774710601633230093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/4774710601633230093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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dont want anyone else to know about it cuz its special to me and i dont want it to be you and your boyfriend's song. lol. does that make sense? i love it tho....&lt;br /&gt;oasis- wonderwall has always been one of my favorites too. i dont know why. i just like itt. theres honestly way too many to write all my faves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-7881237318703141654?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/7881237318703141654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=7881237318703141654&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/7881237318703141654'/><link 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/S7blKeUm-sI/AAAAAAAAAG8/pzfm973pB-M/s1600/30DaysofBlogging.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/S7blKeUm-sI/AAAAAAAAAG8/pzfm973pB-M/s320/30DaysofBlogging.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455799966706891458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm totally gonna to it, even though i wasn't invited to. i think you all should do it too. i dont think she'll mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO:&lt;br /&gt;my last day of work is tuesday. im starting byu-i on the 22nd. i leave on the 13th. i miss tyler already. (don't throw up from mushyness)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-5008574932037837950?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/5008574932037837950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=5008574932037837950&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/5008574932037837950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/5008574932037837950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-totally-stole-this.html' title='i totally stole this'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/S7blKeUm-sI/AAAAAAAAAG8/pzfm973pB-M/s72-c/30DaysofBlogging.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-2202038832409287686</id><published>2009-12-06T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T21:48:36.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>recipes</title><content type='html'>no one ever blogs anymore.... especially me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im starting to copy my moms recipes for school and i thought i'd ask you guys if you had any you'd like to share. i need easy stuff. i am NOT a fan of cooking, i'd rather just have a bowl of cereal, so it HAS to be easy. and my goodness, i do not need any more desserts. thats the only thing i enjoy making and i have tons of those. help me out friends and fam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-2202038832409287686?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/2202038832409287686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=2202038832409287686&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/2202038832409287686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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some of them are kind of embarassing... but the embarassing ones are mostly ones i saw at BFD (a radio station concert) i know i've seen plenty more, opening bands and such, but i cant remember them all. i'll add to the list as life goes on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nsync&lt;br /&gt;tatyana ali&lt;br /&gt;daphne loves derby&lt;br /&gt;ghost runner on third&lt;br /&gt;this providence&lt;br /&gt;gatsby's american dream&lt;br /&gt;champion&lt;br /&gt;the geeks&lt;br /&gt;sinking ships&lt;br /&gt;copeland&lt;br /&gt;monty are I&lt;br /&gt;the early november&lt;br /&gt;bowling for soup&lt;br /&gt;plain white Ts&lt;br /&gt;melee&lt;br /&gt;the audition&lt;br /&gt;jack's mannequin&lt;br /&gt;head automatica&lt;br /&gt;playradioplay!&lt;br /&gt;the rocket summer&lt;br /&gt;man down medic&lt;br /&gt;the spill canvas&lt;br /&gt;cavalier&lt;br /&gt;presidents of the united states of america&lt;br /&gt;good charlotte&lt;br /&gt;black eyed peas&lt;br /&gt;jubil and the ballflags?&lt;br /&gt;tyler hilton&lt;br /&gt;gavin degraw&lt;br /&gt;jericho road&lt;br /&gt;howie day&lt;br /&gt;frankie j&lt;br /&gt;babybash&lt;br /&gt;natalie&lt;br /&gt;dashboard confessional&lt;br /&gt;the decemberists&lt;br /&gt;we the kings&lt;br /&gt;outbreak&lt;br /&gt;brand new&lt;br /&gt;rascal flatts&lt;br /&gt;yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;secondhand serenade&lt;br /&gt;treaty of paris&lt;br /&gt;mayday parade&lt;br /&gt;the sounds&lt;br /&gt;paramore&lt;br /&gt;no doubt&lt;br /&gt;all time low&lt;br /&gt;white tie affair&lt;br /&gt;cash cash&lt;br /&gt;tv/tv&lt;br /&gt;taking back sunday&lt;br /&gt;weezer&lt;br /&gt;blink 182&lt;br /&gt;secret handshake&lt;br /&gt;kay kay and his weathered underground&lt;br /&gt;the academy is&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-2077985614266762267?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-2498191952944658672</id><published>2009-09-21T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T01:15:23.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boyfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/Src2Ax-yH6I/AAAAAAAAAGw/qZzLQuOl7gU/s1600-h/7720_156862565968_590090968_3217490_6059548_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/Src2Ax-yH6I/AAAAAAAAAGw/qZzLQuOl7gU/s320/7720_156862565968_590090968_3217490_6059548_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383831266589286306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/Src1wGuOBEI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Tk1_ec8QVtY/s1600-h/P9191858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/Src1wGuOBEI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Tk1_ec8QVtY/s320/P9191858.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383830980099179586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-2498191952944658672?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/2498191952944658672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=2498191952944658672&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/2498191952944658672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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tweetledee? tweet up?</title><content type='html'>i joined twitter so i could enter to win tickets to this concert. even tho i think twitter is really dumb. i entered the contest once then i was like hm... maybe i dont wanna go that bad.. then i won. im glad i did cuz it was really fun. i took kelseyP (wish i took a pic of us) it was on the rooftop at peir 66 in seattle. i'm an excellent parallel parker (deff should have taken a pic of that) but only with kelsey's help. the show was pretty much all 14-16 year old girls. and we made a friend on the way home. bands we saw- &lt;strong&gt;tv/tv, cash cash, all time low, white tie affair, and we the kings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures:&lt;br /&gt;my official looking pass thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/Soz4xdP4RkI/AAAAAAAAAFY/e10u1_-SAiI/s1600-h/P8170004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/Soz4xdP4RkI/AAAAAAAAAFY/e10u1_-SAiI/s400/P8170004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371941984094668354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;white tie affair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/Soz4yBgh90I/AAAAAAAAAFg/xOmZ3H8M4LI/s1600-h/P8170006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/Soz4yBgh90I/AAAAAAAAAFg/xOmZ3H8M4LI/s400/P8170006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371941993828185922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted a picture of just the city, but cash cash got in the way. it was SUCH a nice day, SO pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/Soz5T39m3EI/AAAAAAAAAFw/VEVBLedmaIk/s1600-h/P8170008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/Soz5T39m3EI/AAAAAAAAAFw/VEVBLedmaIk/s400/P8170008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371942575381339202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/Soz5TIqNwiI/AAAAAAAAAFo/rClM0iUK75k/s1600-h/P8170007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/Soz5TIqNwiI/AAAAAAAAAFo/rClM0iUK75k/s400/P8170007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371942562683535906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dude from we the kings helping dude from all time low figure out his drum/box thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/Soz52nX0JeI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Hxk9mQI32iM/s1600-h/P8170016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/Soz504092HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tTcDUvIe368/s400/P8170009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371943142549215346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-3629263693194649462?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/3629263693194649462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=3629263693194649462&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/3629263693194649462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/3629263693194649462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2009/08/tweet-it-tweeter-tweetledee-tweet-up.html' title='tweet it? tweeter? tweetledee? tweet up?'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/Soz4xdP4RkI/AAAAAAAAAFY/e10u1_-SAiI/s72-c/P8170004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-5204926741916255597</id><published>2009-08-20T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T00:09:26.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wedddingggs</title><content type='html'>remember when i went to a bunch of weddings? that was awesome. i wish i actually blogged sometimes. evan + sarah. kyle + brittany in utah. kendall + josh in portland. this week is kendall + josh AND kyle + brittany in washington. next week is nate + ..... his fiance? haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a couple pics &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/Soz2Z-qII7I/AAAAAAAAAFI/X6NWJj1Oi4Q/s1600-h/P8081788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/Soz2Z-qII7I/AAAAAAAAAFI/X6NWJj1Oi4Q/s400/P8081788.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371939381723014066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/Soz2jwRYFnI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/YOVPa9U_YTU/s1600-h/6371_1201780248390_1345105416_972190_6004030_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/Soz2jwRYFnI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/YOVPa9U_YTU/s400/6371_1201780248390_1345105416_972190_6004030_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371939549659797106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of you have seen them on facebook already right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-5204926741916255597?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/5204926741916255597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=5204926741916255597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/5204926741916255597'/><link 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degrees</title><content type='html'>apparently the heat in seattle has made world news. wednesday was hooorrrrible. i got really sick yesterday at work&lt;br /&gt;heat exhaustion symptoms:&lt;br /&gt;•&lt;strong&gt;heavy sweating&lt;/strong&gt;-check&lt;br /&gt;•&lt;strong&gt;paleness&lt;/strong&gt;-check&lt;br /&gt;•muscle cramps-no&lt;br /&gt;•&lt;strong&gt;tiredness&lt;/strong&gt;-check&lt;br /&gt;•&lt;strong&gt;weakness&lt;/strong&gt;-check&lt;br /&gt;•&lt;strong&gt;dizziness&lt;/strong&gt;-check&lt;br /&gt;•&lt;strong&gt;headache&lt;/strong&gt;-check&lt;br /&gt;•&lt;strong&gt;nausea or vomiting&lt;/strong&gt;-check &lt;br /&gt;•fainting-no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i took the day off today. i think at least 4 other teachers at my center called in today too, so im curious to see how they survived today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone is happy that today isnt that hot. "WHEW, it's only in the 80s!"..... ummm hello, guys, 80s in seattle is supposed to be considered hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember 4 months ago when it was snowing and you all wanted it to stop? i wanted the snow to keep coming. i blame you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evans home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kyles wedding is next week. im staying with kendall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-3849912005988046326?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/3849912005988046326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=3849912005988046326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/3849912005988046326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/3849912005988046326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2009/07/110-degrees.html' title='110 degrees'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-8601762921225746536</id><published>2009-07-24T23:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T23:44:39.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tatts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/SmqpuLT5OFI/AAAAAAAAAFA/sJmfd6L43cY/s1600-h/untitleddf.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/SmqpuLT5OFI/AAAAAAAAAFA/sJmfd6L43cY/s400/untitleddf.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362284917113305170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just thought it was kinda funny, and i dont post enough blogs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evan will be home in 4 days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-8601762921225746536?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/8601762921225746536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=8601762921225746536&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/8601762921225746536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/8601762921225746536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2009/07/tatts.html' title='tatts'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/SmqpuLT5OFI/AAAAAAAAAFA/sJmfd6L43cY/s72-c/untitleddf.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-2158989189813704027</id><published>2009-07-17T23:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T23:27:16.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday to darci</title><content type='html'>evan comes home in a week and a half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im SO excited to see no doubt and paramore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cookies never turn out right any more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my classes are killin me this quarter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kendall's and kyle's (kendall's reception, and kyle's reception, not kyle+kendall's) washington receptions are one the same night. but im going to kyle's utah reception, and hopefully kendall's oregon reception... so we'll see what happens i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im kind of getting stressed about what i'm gonna do when i'm in utah. where am i gonna stay? it's gonna be hard to get around. i want to be able to be at all kyle's wedding events and see kelci and jenson and my nephews. but i won't have a car and no one really lives close the the temple or brittany (kyles fiance's) house. and i dont want to make people drive me around the whole weekend. i'm starting to get worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it soooooo hoooooot. i hate not having air conditioning at work. my classroom is the hottest one too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evan comes home in a week and a half&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-2158989189813704027?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/2158989189813704027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=2158989189813704027&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/2158989189813704027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/2158989189813704027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-to-darci.html' title='happy birthday to darci'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-6895902026373874652</id><published>2009-07-11T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T15:02:59.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SYTYCD</title><content type='html'>i think it's funny that so you think you can dance is having their auditions in SLC on july 24th. they will discover a new holiday that they never knew existed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks till evan is home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-6895902026373874652?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/6895902026373874652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=6895902026373874652&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/6895902026373874652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/6895902026373874652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2009/07/sytycd.html' title='SYTYCD'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-5255579656059855589</id><published>2009-07-09T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T02:36:45.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dear maybelline,</title><content type='html'>WHY in the world would anyone need mascara that vibrates??? what good does that do anyone? sttuuuupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO, i love TLCs shows like "I didnt know i was pregnant" "obese and pregnant"  and "pregnant for 46 years"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-5255579656059855589?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/5255579656059855589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=5255579656059855589&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/5255579656059855589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/5255579656059855589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-maybelline.html' title='dear maybelline,'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-4846437696273205419</id><published>2009-07-09T01:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T01:16:40.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been a year</title><content type='html'>well, its been about a year since i tried the guitar. it seems about every year i get excited and try to learn. then i get frustrated because my fingers wont reach and i give up. it really is frustrating. how much are those kids guitars at walmart?? i bet my hands would fit around that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i actually can recognize part of a song for the first time in my life. (a very short, easy, part, but im still excited!!)  maybe this will motivate me a little more to keep at it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-4846437696273205419?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/4846437696273205419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=4846437696273205419&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/4846437696273205419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/4846437696273205419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-been-year.html' title='it&apos;s been a year'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-8544707454924487236</id><published>2009-07-05T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T02:40:30.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7.4.09</title><content type='html'>fourth of july&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleepin in (i wont say how late)&lt;br /&gt;kayla, kaycee, kayla's momma&lt;br /&gt;bently the yorkie and sammy the mastif&lt;br /&gt;being way lazy watching tv&lt;br /&gt;doing it for our country&lt;br /&gt;looking at elementary and junior high year books&lt;br /&gt;going to the dog park&lt;br /&gt;taking "myspace pipcs" with sammy&lt;br /&gt;propane&lt;br /&gt;getting asked out by fireworks salesman&lt;br /&gt;lighting fireworks with strangers&lt;br /&gt;hw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-8544707454924487236?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/8544707454924487236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=8544707454924487236&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/8544707454924487236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/8544707454924487236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2009/07/7409.html' title='7.4.09'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-8255061535049050824</id><published>2009-06-07T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:41:28.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>privacy please?</title><content type='html'>i've been thinking about making my blog private for a long time. sometimes i want to write stuff, or post pictures, but i dont because i dont want weirdies seeing it. BUT i don't read the private blogs of my friends as much because i have to log in, and it doesnt update on my feed ot whatever. (maybe saying "feed" is facebook talk) hmm. what to do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-8255061535049050824?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/8255061535049050824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=8255061535049050824&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/8255061535049050824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/8255061535049050824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2009/06/privacy-please.html' title='privacy please?'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-1563490255395488330</id><published>2009-05-10T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:45:18.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finally a few pictures</title><content type='html'>happy mothers day. i feel like poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to a regional ysa campout on friday night, had tons of fun, then as soon as i got in bed, i felt like dying. i think i may have slept a few minutes that night...then when people started getting up for breakfast i had erin go grab some wonderful priesthood holders to give me a blessing. like 5 minutes later i started feeling better and slept through the morning while everyone else ate breakfast, went to the devotional, and did a service project. LOOOOOOVe that priesthood :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so glad lindsey is a throat specialist too :) it seems like i always get sick on weekends, then have to wait for monday to see the dr or got to the ER if its bad enough. but lindsey just looked at my throat and said  "oh yeah, its either phisomething or strep throat." and wrote me a prescription for antibiotics and i am feeling sooooooo much better now! instead of crying and complaining and whining, its more of just an annoyance in my throat. and my body is really tired... but wow. this weekend could have been alot worse....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/SgiOUqJqUiI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tyQlperN250/s1600-h/4259_83978511190_577866190_2170662_7975980_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/SgiOUqJqUiI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tyQlperN250/s400/4259_83978511190_577866190_2170662_7975980_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334670244183691810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/Sge6LWXlfwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/S4wYQM_D2CE/s1600-h/P5091582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/Sge6LWXlfwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/S4wYQM_D2CE/s400/P5091582.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334436987789475586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/Sge6LKSp0rI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ilCtchTAulg/s1600-h/P5081575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/Sge6LKSp0rI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ilCtchTAulg/s400/P5081575.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334436984547562162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/Sge6KwJ3uvI/AAAAAAAAAEg/kwUsv5utxyc/s1600-h/P5081573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/Sge6KwJ3uvI/AAAAAAAAAEg/kwUsv5utxyc/s400/P5081573.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334436977531402994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/Sge6Krb1btI/AAAAAAAAAEY/9PNY5p-K6c4/s1600-h/P5081572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/Sge6Krb1btI/AAAAAAAAAEY/9PNY5p-K6c4/s400/P5081572.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334436976264572626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.... sometimes when people say "campout" they mean "sleeping on beds in a lodge with electricity, heaters, running hot water, pool tables, etc. it was not camping in any way shape or form&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-1563490255395488330?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/1563490255395488330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=1563490255395488330&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/1563490255395488330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/1563490255395488330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally-few-pictures.html' title='finally a few pictures'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/SgiOUqJqUiI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tyQlperN250/s72-c/4259_83978511190_577866190_2170662_7975980_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-5387868723190558493</id><published>2009-04-04T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T23:05:47.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gotta keep those nails short... no... SHORTER!</title><content type='html'>yesterday at work:&lt;br /&gt;  my director(boss)'s son was fighing with another child. he was like, on top of him. i was trying to get him off, and he's a strong little guy (almost 3 yrs old) he moved his head a weird way while we were struggling and i ended up putting a big scratch down the side of his face. it bled pretty good. then i finally got him out cuz he went limp crying. but then he started struggling again because he was mad at me (/scare i would hurt him again probably lol) so i had to have another teacher take care of him.  THEN that teacher noticed all the little scratched on his other cheek from the other child he was fighting with. scratches all over his face. it was awful. i feel really bad but really, i didnt do anything wrong. its amazing how strong some toddlers are! and it was more like he rubbed his face on my nail. haha. i'm actually kind of glad it happened to my boss's son because she is understanding and has a good sense of humor. if it had happened to that other girl, her parents would have been HORRIBLY MAD. and i had a chance to go warn her before she saw his face. i'm gonna keep my nails very short for a while (they werent even that long to begin with)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my sister and my nephews :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-5387868723190558493?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/5387868723190558493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=5387868723190558493&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/5387868723190558493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/5387868723190558493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2009/04/gotta-keep-those-nails-short-no-shorter.html' title='gotta keep those nails short... no... SHORTER!'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-2890890210286938270</id><published>2009-03-19T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:21:33.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this week</title><content type='html'>i'm done with my english class. thank goodness. that was maybe the hardest essay i've ever written. i hate research papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a ticket for speeding. apparently konrad was a witness to this. thanks for helping me out konrad. (like he could have done anything, really) people keep telling me to take it to court, but i dont think i will because honestly, i was speeding, alot. and my cop was really nice. and i hate dealing with the king county courts. they are ridiculous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of court.... two people at my work are going to judge judy. against each other. they were gonna go to small claims court next month but apparently the tv courts go thru a bunch of courts looking for interesting cases and ask people if they wanna be on the show. they fly for their tickets to LA and THEY PAY YOUR FEES (or whatever you call it) IF YOU LOSE. pft. i wish i actually knew what was going on then i could go doen and be a witness. but then i would get involved with the drama and i'd rather not have that happen. i'm kind of glad i am neutral and no one hates me. haha. i still love my job with all this going on. and i hope no one gets fired after all this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i finished all the seasons on one tree hill, i'm starting to watch friday night lights. im watching on hulu tho so it'll go a lot slower. i just dont like sitting in front of the computer watching "tv"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my goodness i love my toddlers. i was in the pre-II class (4 year olds) all last week. lets just say... if ms krystle ever leave town again.... i might DIE. i love my toddlers, even when they are crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont have cancer.... the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-2890890210286938270?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/2890890210286938270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=2890890210286938270&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/2890890210286938270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/2890890210286938270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-week.html' title='this week'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-2217465838894090823</id><published>2009-03-03T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:55:56.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cosmetic surgery # 2.... this time by a professional</title><content type='html'>got that mole removed. plus one more. i like my dr. not the other dr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said "oh i'll just take that off, i can do it right now" i was like oh..... ok. i wish i coulda got all of them hacked off. i think i have developed a fear of moles. not a fear... i just think they are gross.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-2217465838894090823?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/2217465838894090823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=2217465838894090823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/2217465838894090823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/2217465838894090823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2009/03/cosmetic-surgery-2-this-time-by.html' title='cosmetic surgery # 2.... this time by a professional'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-8397547757739493211</id><published>2009-02-17T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:26:47.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pete wentz</title><content type='html'>i have a new celebrity crush. pete wents. i dont even really like fall out boy. i just think he's cute. and i can't figure out why!!! he's short. i think it started when i saw him on the real world. then after that i was watching season 3 of one tree hill and he was on there. (not a great actor) he's just pretty cute ok!? not as cute as JT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-8397547757739493211?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/8397547757739493211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=8397547757739493211&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/8397547757739493211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/8397547757739493211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2009/02/pete-wentz.html' title='pete wentz'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-4896493668594505453</id><published>2009-02-16T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T00:30:24.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5*5</title><content type='html'>well, facebook only let me tag 30 people... yes i was getting kind of carried away. so i'm putting this in here because i didnt tag any of you family/blog readers. this was actually fun to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1} I automatically close my eyes when I turn the light off at night. even as i walk back to my bed. It doesn’t make any difference, but I can’t help it! It’s just a reaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2} I used to have a stuffed koala bear (well, I still have it) that I named after my current crush. I changed his name often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3} I slept with stuffed animals up until a couple years ago. It’s nice to have something to cuddle with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4} I used to actually be good at volleyball. A long long time ago. A few people I knew back then can witness to this. But my grades kept me off the school team a few times, and I was too lazy to practice. Curse my laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5} ever since the first time I saw the movie Where the Heart is, I haven’t liked the number 5. i’m pretty sure most people that have seen that movie don’t even think about it. But I ALWAYS do when I see the number 5. for the longest time I didn’t even have anyone assigned to 5 on my speed dial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6} I’m more superstitious than I admit. Although I’m not really sure if it’s superstition or a little but of OCD. Maybe a little bit of both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7} when I was little I went through a phase where I wouldn’t sit on the toilet (even at home) because I was scared that I would pee so much that it would over flow on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8} at the same time, I was very afraid of the brakes going out on the car. Everytime we went down a hill I would hold onto the seat for dear life. Thank goodness these fears didn’t stick with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9} I love to read books or watch movies that make me cry. But only if I’m alone. It’s good to have a good cry every once in a while—and this way it’s not about something sad that happened in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10} I love sweats. I wish I could wear them everywhere. I would love to just have a whole wardrobe of sweats. And not cute nike workout sweat suits. Just the plain old grungy sweats. Huge man sweats from wal mart are great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11} I had an opportunity to get a drum set when I was like 15. my mom even said I could (shock!!) but I decided I would learn the guitar instead. I regret that SOOOO much. And now I feel like it’s too late. Everytime I go to a show I watch the drummer and am so jealous. It just looks like so much fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12} when I eat hurshey kisses I grab a bunch and put them in my pockets so they get soft. They I will just eat one every once in a while. They are sooooo good soft. I also suck on m&amp;ms to make them soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13} I get shin splints too much. When I used to play volleyball they would get so bad I couldn’t walk/stand. Now I get them at random times. Although I think I’ve figured out that i get them when I shake my leg, that triggers it. And every time I go shopping- without fail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14} icy-hot patches are AMAZING. I could not live without them. I would never sleep if I didn’t put icy-hot patches on my shins at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15} I’m anemic. When I found out, I researched the symptoms and a lot of things made sense then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16} I take 7-9 pills a day. I know when I’m older I’m gonna have tons like my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17} I’ve never broken a bone. I made it 16 years without a trip to the hospital until the tampon incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18} when we were little, Kendra, Tristan and I caught garter snakes. Then we made little homes for them in shoe boxes. The homes included grass, dirt, rocks, leaves, and sand. Then we would trap the snake in the box with plastic wrap until they turned blue…. Then we let them go. Now that I think about it, Tristan wasn’t into the whole habitat making as much as Kendra and I, he just liked catching the snakes. Lol. This all ended when Kendra got bit by one of the snakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19} almost all of my childhood memories include Kendra. I’m glad we are still friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20} I hardly ever get mad. I can pretty much count the fights/arguments I’ve been in with friends on one hand—going back to 6th grade. I do get annoyed sometimes, everyone does. But I guess I don’t usually show it when I am annoyed and I get over things pretty quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21} I love Washington state. It’s so pretty here! And I actually like rain. We have mountains, a coast, a desert, and a rain forest all in one state!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22} there is nothing to me, like hearing a song and listening to the words, and realizing that it is exactly what I am going through at the time. music is just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23} I don’t really like pop. I can barely drink a full can and if I do, it makes my stomach hurt. I’d rather have juice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24} There are a few people who have greatly influenced my life, and don’t even know it. But I will never forget them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25} being a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints (mormon) is the most important thing to me. I would never deny it ever, and I would be a completely different person without it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-4896493668594505453?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/4896493668594505453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=4896493668594505453&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/4896493668594505453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/4896493668594505453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2009/02/55.html' title='5*5'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-5678601876249173774</id><published>2009-02-11T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T01:32:32.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost tapes</title><content type='html'>im watching Lost Tapes. a new show on animal planet. its supposed to be like home videos of strange, unexplaned creatures (skinwalkers, mothman, cave demons) i was dissapointed to realize that these tapes are reenactments. as far as i saw, on the tv and online, it doesnt claim anywhere that these videos are real, but it also doesnt say that they are fake either(unless i missed that) i am actually pretty pleased with the acting though, its better than alot of these stupid reenactments. and im pretty sure they could trick plenty of people into thinking they are real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went snowboarding. my hip/butt hurts from landing on jesse's board. it HURTS  and i have a bruise like 3 inches long / wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have shin splints. i hate shin splints. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welp... back to my essay. almost done (i think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh-- at the end it said The story was inspired by the posibilty that they could exist. to me that sounds like a pretty clever way of saying its a fiction story. the people that made this show are so smart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-5678601876249173774?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/5678601876249173774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=5678601876249173774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/5678601876249173774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/5678601876249173774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2009/02/lost-tapes.html' title='lost tapes'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-8380619294354728852</id><published>2009-01-30T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:56:35.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a short, white girl named Pizza hut</title><content type='html'>as you read the following conversation i had with my friend "R" keep in mind that he is 4 years old and "colored"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: do you have a girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;me: no, i do not have a BOYfriend&lt;br /&gt;R: why not?&lt;br /&gt;me: uh... i dunno. do &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; have a girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;R: no i dont want one&lt;br /&gt;me: why n..&lt;br /&gt;R: I NEED ONE!!&lt;br /&gt;me: oooooook.. should we find you one?&lt;br /&gt;R: yeah, she has to be white&lt;br /&gt;me: (trying to hide my laugh) she has to be white?&lt;br /&gt;R: somethingsomething colored&lt;br /&gt;me: what?&lt;br /&gt;R: and "this" (holding hand up) not big (he was holding his hands to compare sizes, trying to tell meshe has to be a kid like him, not a grown up like me)&lt;br /&gt;me: ooh oook w....&lt;br /&gt;R: soemthingsomethingslurred&lt;br /&gt;me: what?&lt;br /&gt;R: her name somethingsoemthing&lt;br /&gt;me: ......what...?&lt;br /&gt;R: PIZZA HUT!&lt;br /&gt;me: her name is pizza hut?&lt;br /&gt;R: yes!&lt;br /&gt;J coming from nowhere: we're having a pizza party&lt;br /&gt;me: (finding it almost impossible not to laugh) so your girlfriend needs to be this short, white, and named Pizza hut?&lt;br /&gt;R: yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could remember everything he said and type HOW he said it. it was so hard for me not to laugh. i had to cover my face with a book a few times so i could. i told his mom this story and i've never seen her laugh that hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also~ i love how to kids, their skin color isnt a big deal, it's just a fact. if it had been someone older that said they needed a white girlfriend, thats racist. but to a 4 year old, who knows. maybe he just find it interesting because all his family at home had dark skin. the young kids are usually aware that there is a difference in the skin colors of them and some of their friends, but that's all it is. like the difference in a red shirt and a blue shirt. i love it. i wish thats how everyone was&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-8380619294354728852?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/8380619294354728852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=8380619294354728852&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/8380619294354728852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/8380619294354728852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2009/01/short-white-girl-named-pizza-hut.html' title='a short, white girl named Pizza hut'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-7852248402579582790</id><published>2009-01-23T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:50:29.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear diary, today i saw a boooooy</title><content type='html'>i have been feeling the need to write a blog about something other than work and gross health issues..... but what???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my poor hamster died on sunday. she had a disease that they call "wet tail" i would love to tell you why they call it that, but i decided this blog would NOT be about gross health issues. (look it up tho) she was sick and dying all weekend. it was soooo sad. her case was "severe" too. oh it makes me so sad to think about. but we had a little funeral (ok well... we burried her) over by were we burried my last cat. poor buffy.&lt;br /&gt;                         R.I.P. Buffy Williams-Nuebert&lt;br /&gt;                                 5/08 - 1/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope scott doesnt mind me throwing his last name on there. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next subject:&lt;br /&gt;uuuuummm..... uuuhhh.... let me think of one first...... i'm goign to another hockey game tomorrow! woohoo. vs portland. it should be a good game. even tho we'll probably lose. im also FINALLY getting my hair cut (styled) i cant remember if i already wrote that i cute off a foot a couple weeks ago. i've been wearing it up since then cuz my mom just chopped my pony tail off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps- who can name the song that my title came from? or... who sang it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-7852248402579582790?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/7852248402579582790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=7852248402579582790&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/7852248402579582790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/7852248402579582790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear-diary-today-i-saw-boooooy.html' title='dear diary, today i saw a boooooy'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-8765012059291269692</id><published>2009-01-19T06:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T14:07:28.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>or maybe.....</title><content type='html'>maybe i have scabies under my mole.... hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh jk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-8765012059291269692?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/8765012059291269692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=8765012059291269692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/8765012059291269692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/8765012059291269692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2009/01/or-maybe.html' title='or maybe.....'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-6098449308238348143</id><published>2009-01-19T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T14:07:13.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>644am</title><content type='html'>i've been up for like an hourand i dont even have to or usually even wak up for another 5 hours. i always wake up tons through out the night and i woke up this time, and was feeling my mole on my back... i noticed it a few days ago, i was like "hm i dont remember it being that big" but i didnt really think about it. and then last night it kind of started hurting. kind of like a big pimple, lol. so thats what i thought, that there was like a big pimple under it (gross!) then when i woke up an hour ago i was like AH! what if its cancer! sooo i've been thinking about that the past hour. i  had to get up and look online and here is what the wonderful world wide web says &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raised from skin- yes (hadnt even thought of that&lt;br /&gt;multiple colors or shades- i cant really tell, it's kind of difficult to see&lt;br /&gt;has changed in size or appearance- yess&lt;br /&gt;irregular borders- i dont think so&lt;br /&gt;Intermittent bleeding- ew no&lt;br /&gt;change in sensory- yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im thinking answering yes to 3 of these is enough to go see a doctor. oh, and it my dad had a mole removed like a year ago so it's more likely. part of me is thinking that is IS just a huge zit under there (again... gross!) if it is, i'll probably be embarassed and delete this blog. haha. but, we'll see.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~2 blogs about moles in how long??? and i still dont like the word mole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~in doing my research online i looked at a post on yahoo in which someone asked "How can you tell if your mole is cancerous?" someone else answered, "take it to the vet." i didnt get it at first, then remembered there is an animal called a mole too. then i thought it was funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to bed. i dont have class today and 7am is the middle of the night for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-6098449308238348143?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/6098449308238348143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=6098449308238348143&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/6098449308238348143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/6098449308238348143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2009/01/644am.html' title='644am'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-9091205705844705418</id><published>2009-01-14T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T23:55:16.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're welcome for the pictures</title><content type='html'>i know i know.... all i ever write about is work, BUT AT LEAST IM WRITING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've had our 2nd case of scabies at work. and this time the child is in my class. i feel bad for her mom, she came in crying and is very stressed. so am i..... we had to soak EVERYTHING in our room with bleach. (now my new apron does not look so new any more.... gotta love those bleach spots) and we are checking our kids pretty much everyday. there are a few kids who have little bumps but... i think one is a diaper rash, and the other is sensitive from his diapers. its hard to tell. soooo we just look at them every day and try to see if they are getting worse. im itching as i type. every little bump i  get, i'm like "omg! i have scabies!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know many of you do not really know what scabies is. i didnt either. i had to research it cuz all the parents were asking me questions. let me fill you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/SW7pfwIShvI/AAAAAAAAADs/g6de36s7DHM/s1600-h/1364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/SW7pfwIShvI/AAAAAAAAADs/g6de36s7DHM/s400/1364.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291423343911798514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/SW7rKYIpFbI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RxgSE4_gKi8/s1600-h/400px-Scabies-burrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/SW7rKYIpFbI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RxgSE4_gKi8/s400/400px-Scabies-burrow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291425175716828594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/SW7rS2wwMcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QjMWK-yCnDs/s1600-h/scabies_hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 147px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/SW7rS2wwMcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QjMWK-yCnDs/s400/scabies_hand.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291425321377083842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**caused by very small wingless insects or mites&lt;br /&gt;**the female insect burrows into the skin where she lays 1 - 3 eggs daily. A very small, hard to see, zigzag blister usually marks the trail of the insect as she lays her eggs.&lt;br /&gt;**intense itching (especially at night) and a red rash can occur at the area that has been scratched. The most common locations for scabies are on the sides of fingers, between the fingers, on the backs of the hands, on the wrists, heels, elbows, armpits, inner thighs and around the waist.&lt;br /&gt;**The mites themselves are too small to be seen without magnification. One of the great problems with scabies always has been misdiagnosis. &lt;br /&gt;**Scabies is spread by personal contact---shaking hands or sleeping together or by close contact with infected articles such as clothing, bedding or towels. &lt;br /&gt;**incubation period is about 4 weeks.... meaning i'll notice in about 3 1/2 weeks if i have scabies.  AND some of my children may still have it too. grrreat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-9091205705844705418?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/9091205705844705418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=9091205705844705418&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/9091205705844705418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/9091205705844705418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2009/01/youre-welcome-for-pictures.html' title='you&apos;re welcome for the pictures'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/SW7pfwIShvI/AAAAAAAAADs/g6de36s7DHM/s72-c/1364.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-3032655478222443780</id><published>2008-12-20T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T18:50:56.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's blizzarding</title><content type='html'>we've had snow for the past week. LOVE IT. my work has been closing early, and there have been alot less kids. thursday i had 7 kids (that was 3 classes combined) for like an hour, then only 3 kids the rest of the day. AND my boss gave me 2 free hours of pay just for coming in (i was one of 5 teachers to come in, my boss was not one of those 5) friday we closed our center, which is never supposed to happen unless the power goes out. (again, love my management) my favorite favorite thing about the snow is just how pretty it is!!! most of my friends have been complaining about being "snowed in" this week but today was really the only day i didnt leave the house. its very intense out there now! and i was supposed to go to kyles, who just got back in town :( he said he might come over tonight when his momma gets home with the jeep, but i kinda doubt thats gonna happen. AND i was kind of exctied for church tomorrow too but i dont see that happening either. but i still love the snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-3032655478222443780?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/3032655478222443780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=3032655478222443780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/3032655478222443780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/3032655478222443780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-blizzarding.html' title='it&apos;s blizzarding'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-6101044839537374520</id><published>2008-12-11T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:22:54.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oooooh adi</title><content type='html'>i had cosmetic surgery today. for free! at work! by a one year old! she just ripped that mole right off....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i picked her up and kind of held her above my head. she put her feet above my chest/below my neck and riiip. there goes my mole! moles bleed a lot when they come off. i had to go get another teacher to come in for a minute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks darci for helping me with my bandage change at volleyball. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hated that mole, i hope it doesnt come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the word mole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-6101044839537374520?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/6101044839537374520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=6101044839537374520&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/6101044839537374520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/6101044839537374520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2008/12/oooooh-adi.html' title='oooooh adi'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-983041385768627861</id><published>2008-12-09T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:17:07.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>todds</title><content type='html'>oooh i love my kids at work. i have a burn on my wrist/arm from the oven. it hurts. whenever i get an 'owie' my kids feel like they need to poke it. they dont seem to understand that it HURTS when they poke and TOUCH MY OWIE. but then they will kiss it better when i say ow. and i laugh. they are cute. we have a new boy that is allergic to wheat, dairy, and soy. yikes! that is EVERYTHING! i reeeeeeally hope none of my children have allergies like that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-983041385768627861?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/983041385768627861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=983041385768627861&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/983041385768627861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/983041385768627861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2008/12/todds.html' title='todds'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-882540434168487296</id><published>2008-11-26T00:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T00:42:27.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>smiiile</title><content type='html'>my work just put cameras up all over the place.  it makes me nervous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not like im doing anything wrong but just knowing that my boss could be watching me from her office..... yikes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-882540434168487296?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/882540434168487296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=882540434168487296&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/882540434168487296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/882540434168487296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2008/11/smiiile.html' title='smiiile'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-4449810696936849048</id><published>2008-11-24T01:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T01:45:02.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bombdotcom</title><content type='html'>Michael Rosenbaum.&lt;br /&gt;or baumdotcom i guess.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW. i always thought he was cute on smallville (lex) but he looks even hotter with hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-4449810696936849048?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/4449810696936849048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=4449810696936849048&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/4449810696936849048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/4449810696936849048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2008/11/bombdotcom.html' title='bombdotcom'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-3111233226188872191</id><published>2008-11-22T21:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T22:01:18.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another shooting?</title><content type='html'>ANOTHER shooting at southcenter mall today!!?! i almost went shopping today too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one dead, one injured...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last one was march 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE[10 minutes later]:  kendra told me there was a shooting there YESTERDAY too. but they didnt go into lockdown. they probably got the gunman right away and no one was hurt. but jeeeeze 2 shootings in 2 days? 3 in less than a year? what's going on southcenter?!?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-3111233226188872191?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/3111233226188872191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=3111233226188872191&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/3111233226188872191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/3111233226188872191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-shooting.html' title='another shooting?'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-5910845635308451632</id><published>2008-11-22T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T21:34:58.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my love/hate relationship with accutane</title><content type='html'>HATE: the crazy side effects- dry skin, chapped lips, "allergic" to sun, extreme heat, and cold. thinning eyebrows(i breakout in an ugly rash type thing)...  my monthly routine (more about that later)  brittle breaking nails, dry skin and chapped lips (that deserves to be listed twice. most people are on accutane for 5-6 months. i've been on it for 11 1/2 months. WOWWWW. i want to be done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE: lack of acne.... nuff said ya'll.  i've fought with it since like 7th grade and this actually works!! i actually go to work without makeup every day. and i wouldnt be way embarassed if my friends or a cute guy sees be w/o makeup. even if i had to take this pill forever i would (until i was ready to have a baby) and supposidly once i finally get off the accutane, my acne will be GOOOOONE and wont come back. ooh happy day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every month- &lt;br /&gt;-drive to hospital to see dr pepper (thats my doctors name)&lt;br /&gt;-pee in a cup (pregnancy test)&lt;br /&gt;-sit in waiting room, then see dr for like 30 seconds&lt;br /&gt;-go home and log on to the ipledge program&lt;br /&gt;    -enter my two forms of birth control (abstinence doesnt count)&lt;br /&gt;    -take the little quiz thing to make sure i know about the drug and whats going on i guess....&lt;br /&gt;-take prescription to pharmacy&lt;br /&gt;pick up within 7 days of seeing doctor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats just every month, it's not hard. as long as i get my prescription in to the ppharmacy a day or 2 after i see the doctor. one time i forgot and didnt get it back on time. i had to make another appt with my doctor to get a new prescription. i could have gotten pregnant in those 7 days i guess!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the beginning of this whole thing, i had to read (skim) this big inromative book with chapters and everything. then i had to sign like 3 contracts saying i wont give blood or get pregnant. then i had to wait a month for my birth control pills to start working before i starting taking accutane. this drug is SERIOUS!!! hahaha. it sounds scary right?? but i wish i could have taken it a loooone time ago. like... before highschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like the hate would over weigh the love..... but really it doesnt at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-5910845635308451632?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/5910845635308451632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=5910845635308451632&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/5910845635308451632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/5910845635308451632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-lovehate-relationship-with-accutane.html' title='my love/hate relationship with accutane'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-7898030204620268282</id><published>2008-11-16T23:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T23:31:55.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NKOTB</title><content type='html'>the concert is this saturday... the cheapest tickets are 30.50. i would like to go... sisters? please? anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-7898030204620268282?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/7898030204620268282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=7898030204620268282&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/7898030204620268282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/7898030204620268282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2008/11/nkotb.html' title='NKOTB'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-6288463176329063780</id><published>2008-10-27T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T23:07:48.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday to cousin</title><content type='html'>one time i went to work and worked 4 hours, then went to the bathroom and realized i had a 3 inch hole in my pants. at least i work with kids and they dont notice these things, and my apron covered it pretty well. it really wasnt terrible, just funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-6288463176329063780?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/6288463176329063780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=6288463176329063780&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/6288463176329063780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/6288463176329063780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-to-cousin.html' title='happy birthday to cousin'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-8899082514627806552</id><published>2008-10-07T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T19:59:23.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh</title><content type='html'>i dunno how to highlight things or change the color, so im making it &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bold - italic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea is to highlight the things you have done out of the 200 items on the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Touched an iceberg&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slept under the stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Been a part of a hockey fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Changed a baby's diaper&lt;br /&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;7. Swam with wild dolphins&lt;br /&gt;8. Climbed a mountain&lt;br /&gt;9. Held a tarantula&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Said "I love you" and meant it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stayed up all night long and watched the sun rise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Seen the Northern Lights&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;em&gt;Gone to a huge sports game&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked the stairs to the top of the Statue of Liberty. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[it was closed that day]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had a pillow fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Bet on a winning horse&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taken a sick day when you're not ill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Built a snow fort&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Held a lamb &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[i've pet one...]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;br /&gt;27. Taken an ice cold bath&lt;br /&gt;28. Had a meaningful conversation with a beggar&lt;br /&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;br /&gt;30.&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Ridden a roller coaster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;32. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Adopted an accent for fun&lt;br /&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;br /&gt;35. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Felt very happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loved your job 90% of the time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. &lt;strong&gt;Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Watched wild whales &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[i've been whale watching... but couldnt see any whales. haha]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;40. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone on a midnight walk on the beach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;42. Visited Ireland&lt;br /&gt;43. Ever bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited India&lt;br /&gt;45. Bench-pressed your own weight&lt;br /&gt;46. Milked a cow&lt;br /&gt;47. Alphabetized your personal files&lt;br /&gt;48. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever worn a superhero costume&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;50. Lounged around in bed all day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Gone scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;52. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;br /&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Done something you should regret, but don't&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;57. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;59. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;60. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone without food for 3 days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Made cookies from scratch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Won first prize in a costume contest&lt;br /&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason&lt;br /&gt;64. Been in a combat zone&lt;br /&gt;65. Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;br /&gt;66. Gotten into a fight while attempting to defend someone&lt;br /&gt;67. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bounced a check&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Read - and understood - your credit report&lt;br /&gt;69. Recently bought and played with a favorite childhood toy&lt;br /&gt;70. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Found out something significant that your ancestors did&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Called or written your Congress person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over&lt;br /&gt;73. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;br /&gt;74. Helped an animal give birth&lt;br /&gt;75. Been fired or laid off from a job&lt;br /&gt;76. Won money&lt;br /&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;78. Ridden a motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;79. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Driven any land vehicle at a speed of greater than 100 mph&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;81. Slept through an entire flight: takeoff, flight, and landing&lt;br /&gt;82. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days&lt;br /&gt;83. Eaten sushi&lt;br /&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;br /&gt;85. Read The Bible cover to cover&lt;br /&gt;86. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Changed someone's mind about something you care deeply about&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Gotten someone fired for their actions &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[she got suspended]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Gone back to school&lt;br /&gt;89. Changed your name&lt;br /&gt;90. Caught a fly in the air with your bare hands&lt;br /&gt;91. Eaten fried green tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;92. Read The Iliad&lt;br /&gt;93. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;br /&gt;94. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;95. Apologized to someone years after inflicting the hurt&lt;br /&gt;96. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language&lt;br /&gt;97. Been elected to public office&lt;br /&gt;98. Thought to yourself that you're living your dream&lt;br /&gt;99. Had to put someone you love into hospice care&lt;br /&gt;100. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn't know you&lt;br /&gt;101. Had a booth at a street fair&lt;br /&gt;102. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dyed your hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103. Been a DJ&lt;br /&gt;104. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rocked a baby to sleep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;105. Ever dropped a cat from a high place to see if it really lands on all four&lt;br /&gt;106. Raked your carpet&lt;br /&gt;107. Brought out the best in people&lt;br /&gt;108. Brought out the worst in people&lt;br /&gt;109. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Worn a mood ring&lt;br /&gt;110. Ridden a horse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111. Carved an animal from a piece of wood or bar of soap&lt;br /&gt;112. Cooked a dish where four people asked for the recipe.&lt;br /&gt;113. Buried a child&lt;br /&gt;114. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone to a Broadway (or equivalent to your country) play&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;115. Been inside the pyramids&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shot a basketball into a basket&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;117. Danced at a disco&lt;br /&gt;118. Played in a band&lt;br /&gt;119. Shot a bird&lt;br /&gt;120. Gone to an arboretum&lt;br /&gt;121. Tutored someone&lt;br /&gt;122. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ridden a train&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;123. Brought an old fad back into style&lt;br /&gt;124. Eaten caviar&lt;br /&gt;125. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let a salesman talk you into something you didn’t need&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;126. Ridden a giraffe or elephant&lt;br /&gt;127. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;128. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pieced a quilt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;129. Lived in a historic place&lt;br /&gt;130. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acted in a play or performed on a stage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;131. Asked for a raise&lt;br /&gt;132. Made a hole-in-one&lt;br /&gt;133. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;134. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone roller skating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;135. Ran a marathon&lt;br /&gt;136. Learned to surf&lt;br /&gt;137. Invented something&lt;br /&gt;138. Flown first class &lt;br /&gt;139. Spent the night in a 5-star luxury suite&lt;br /&gt;140. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;141. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;142. Sang a solo&lt;br /&gt;143. Gone spelunking&lt;br /&gt;144. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Learned how to take a compliment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;145. Written a love-story&lt;br /&gt;146. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;br /&gt;147. Had your portrait painted&lt;br /&gt;148. Written a fan letter&lt;br /&gt;149. Spent the night in something haunted&lt;br /&gt;150. Owned a St. Bernard or Great Dane&lt;br /&gt;151. Ran away&lt;br /&gt;152. Learned to juggle&lt;br /&gt;153. Been a boss&lt;br /&gt;154. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;155. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lied about your weight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;156. Gone on a diet&lt;br /&gt;157. Found an arrowhead or a gold nugget&lt;br /&gt;158. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written a poem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;159. Carried your lunch in a lunch box&lt;br /&gt;160. Gotten food poisoning&lt;br /&gt;161. Gone on a service, humanitarian or religious mission&lt;br /&gt;162. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone to the ballet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;163. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sat on a park bench and fed the ducks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;164. Gone to the opera&lt;br /&gt;165. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gotten a letter from someone famous-- does an e-mail count??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;166. Worn knickers&lt;br /&gt;167. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ridden in a limousine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;168. Attended the Olympics&lt;br /&gt;169. Can hula or waltz&lt;br /&gt;170. Read a half dozen Nancy Drew or Hardy Boys books&lt;br /&gt;171. Been stuck in an elevator&lt;br /&gt;172. Had a revelatory dream&lt;br /&gt;173. Thought you might crash in an airplane&lt;br /&gt;174. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had a song dedicated to you on the radio or at a concert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;175. Saved someone’s life&lt;br /&gt;176. Eaten raw whale&lt;br /&gt;177. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Know how to tat, smock or do needlepoint&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;178. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laughed till your side hurt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;179. Straddled the equator&lt;br /&gt;180. Taken a photograph of something other than people that is worth framing&lt;br /&gt;181. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone to a Shakespeare Festival&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;182. Sent a message in a bottle&lt;br /&gt;183. Spent the night in a hostel&lt;br /&gt;184. Been a cashier&lt;br /&gt;185. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;186. Joined a union&lt;br /&gt;187. Donated blood or plasma&lt;br /&gt;188. Built a camp fire&lt;br /&gt;189.&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Kept a blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;190. Had hives&lt;br /&gt;191. Worn custom made shoes or boots&lt;br /&gt;192. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Made a PowerPoint presentation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;193. Taken a Hunter’s Safety Course&lt;br /&gt;194. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;br /&gt;195. Conquered the Rubik’s cube&lt;br /&gt;196. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Know CPR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;197. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ridden in or owned a convertible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;198. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Found a long lost friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;199. Helped solve a crime&lt;br /&gt;200. Responded to a NJP newsletter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you done?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-8899082514627806552?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/8899082514627806552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=8899082514627806552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/8899082514627806552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/8899082514627806552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh.html' title='oh'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-4554551669622424948</id><published>2008-10-01T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T22:06:27.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>primary songs are good</title><content type='html'>I love to see the temple. &lt;br /&gt;I'm going there someday &lt;br /&gt;To feel the Holy Spirit, &lt;br /&gt;To listen and to pray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the temple is a house of God, &lt;br /&gt;A place of love and beauty. &lt;br /&gt;I'll prepare myself while I am young; &lt;br /&gt;This is my sacred duty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to see the temple. &lt;br /&gt;I'll go inside someday. &lt;br /&gt;I'll cov'nant with my Father; &lt;br /&gt;I'll promise to obey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the temple is a holy place &lt;br /&gt;Where we are sealed together. &lt;br /&gt;As  a child of God, &lt;br /&gt;I've learned this truth; &lt;br /&gt;A fam'ly is forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-4554551669622424948?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/4554551669622424948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=4554551669622424948&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/4554551669622424948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/4554551669622424948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2008/10/primary-songs-are-good.html' title='primary songs are good'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-9146157976784417090</id><published>2008-09-01T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:05:50.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fuzzy teeth</title><content type='html'>im so excited one tree hill is back. i had a huge smile on my face thru most of the episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i chopped up an onion for the first time today. i new they made you cry, i didnt know it HURT so bad! never again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-9146157976784417090?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/9146157976784417090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=9146157976784417090&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/9146157976784417090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/9146157976784417090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2008/09/fuzzy-teeth.html' title='fuzzy teeth'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-1225060312935437793</id><published>2008-08-26T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T00:38:46.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NKOTB</title><content type='html'>new kids on the block tickets for november 11, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$64 - $3,257&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-1225060312935437793?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/1225060312935437793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=1225060312935437793&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/1225060312935437793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/1225060312935437793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2008/08/nkotb.html' title='NKOTB'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-8257351374304166243</id><published>2008-08-24T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T23:09:56.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>y2k</title><content type='html'>remember those people in 1999 who got rid of all their technological posessions and moved into caves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't THEY feel stupid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-8257351374304166243?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/8257351374304166243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=8257351374304166243&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/8257351374304166243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/8257351374304166243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2008/08/y2k.html' title='y2k'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-6484785537423528531</id><published>2008-08-16T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T23:07:43.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 showers in 1 day</title><content type='html'>well.. 1 bridal shower, 1 baby shower, and 2 get-clean showers. it's hot! i think i heard it was 96. i live in seattle. it's not supposed to be 96. i cant wait for that rain to come on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school - OVER. at least till sept 22. my biology grade was supposed to be posted today but my teachers website isn't working. that doesnt make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a birthday interview with my bishop/dad tomorrow. interesting. oh... by the way, if you didnt hear, my dad is now the bishop of singles ward. which i just moved into a few months ago. lol. i'm actually kind of excited about it. (weird i know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my sunbeams and nursery kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-6484785537423528531?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/6484785537423528531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=6484785537423528531&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/6484785537423528531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/6484785537423528531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2008/08/4-showers-in-1-day.html' title='4 showers in 1 day'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-5140365748073913271</id><published>2008-08-07T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T22:45:55.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so... i wish i could dance</title><content type='html'>the season finally of so you think you can dance was soooo gooood. this whole season was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the hardest part of my quarter is over. one (half) week left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday- presentation on e.b. white / charlotte's web.&lt;br /&gt;      - field journal due in biology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday- map quiz in geology. worth 10% of grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday- gology final&lt;br /&gt;        - biology final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love how this blog/schedule is more for me. so i can remember everything going on. this week had been craaaazzzyyy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-5140365748073913271?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/5140365748073913271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=5140365748073913271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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the twilight series... i read the first book.... it was ok.... and that was that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my friend was reading breaking dawn before class today so i took it and read the last few pages. haha. it was surpising made me gasp out loud. haha. and it actually made me want to read the other books (kind of) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did the same thing with harry potter. i havent read any of the books, but i've read the very end of the last book.... but that didnt make me want to read it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-5921777849005133400?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/5921777849005133400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-6273648839091461185</id><published>2008-07-13T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T17:45:59.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i lied</title><content type='html'>i lied about my age so i could vote for the teen choice awards. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my last blog i forgot to write about my MOST common, MOST annoying dream. in the morning my alarm will go off, so i will be half awake (actually, like... 2/10 awake) and i know i should be getting up and getting ready. so i dream that i'm getting ready. and so i think i'm ready to go! but then eventually i realize that i'm STILL in bed and NOT ready for school. and then i have to wake up and get ready in 5 minutes. one time in highschool i dreamed that i got ready early enough to get back in bed for a little bit before i left for school........ then my mom woke me up at like 10 or 11 30 asking me why i wasnt at school! i was still in my pajamas and had never actually moved from my bed. oooooops&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-6273648839091461185?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/6273648839091461185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=6273648839091461185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/6273648839091461185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/6273648839091461185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-lied.html' title='i lied'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-4944498343914501190</id><published>2008-07-07T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T16:07:28.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dreammmssss</title><content type='html'>sometimes when i am stressing about something, i dream about it, and solve the problem in my dream. mostly when it's something not big at all. but then it causes more problems. for example- last night i dreamt that i told my mom i needed her to pick me up today... i think. i honestly cannot remember if it was a dream or if we actually had this conversation. i had another dream just like this last night solving some little problem, i woke up and was releived to not have to worry about it. then half way through the day i realized that it was just a dream. i have a feeling that when i call my mom in a few minutes to come pick me up shes going to say "i thought you had a ride!!?" but i didnt tell her otherwise this morning because i'm pretty sure we already talked about it... or was that a dream?!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still remember waay a long time ago when i was reading a book.... i went through a whole day thinking i had finished the book. but then i couldnt remember how it had ended. so i went back and looked at it and realized i really hadnt finished it. i really had a dream JUST about me reading the book, finishing it, and putting the book down. i remember the dream too. that's all it was. no wonder i was confused. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also have my crazy dreams to... anyone i tell my dreams to regularly knows my dreams are usually WEEIRD and RANDOM. last night i was at kendras (i think she's in my dreams like 2-3 times a week, dont know why) and someone broke into the house. and was holding us hostage until her friend came. when her "friend" came it was all my friends, and they were just playing a practical joke on me... for kendra's mom's birthday. then we watched hidden videos of us. and laughed about how much i freaked out. it was a very scary, intense dream. if someone ACTUALLY pulled that joke on me, i think i would take the gun and shoot them... not funny at all. but there was lots of other random stuff in there too about the cat, and scissors, and video editing, and gardening. you know... the sorts of stuff that makes NO sense at all.... so of course they are in my dream some where&lt;div 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title='dreammmssss'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-6429885421585682001</id><published>2008-06-27T23:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T23:35:01.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks jason!!</title><content type='html'>woooow. jason had this linked to his blog. i can't beleive they did a news report on it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;OBJECT classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" WIDTH="384" HEIGHT="304"&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME=movie 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-7683158574798321021</id><published>2008-06-05T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T02:35:54.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shhhh</title><content type='html'>dont tell my doctor i havent been taking my birth control pill for like the past month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i'll just have to keep being abstinent. that seems to work just fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i AM supposed to use TWO forms of birth control to be on accutane. abstinence alone is not enough apparently. at least insurance pays for it right??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-7683158574798321021?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-688441972233902934</id><published>2008-06-03T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T14:37:18.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its great to be alive</title><content type='html'>its great to be a conk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ctYTDACBgeA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ctYTDACBgeA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm adding this for my own entertainment.. you wont even get it unless you went KW or have something similar to conk time.... jon-o had to have made this years ago, why didnt i see it until now?? i actually liked advisory/conk time cuz i had jake and we never actually did anything but sit and hang out. but i laughed soooo hard watchign this video. well done jon-o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-688441972233902934?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/688441972233902934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=688441972233902934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/688441972233902934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y108/cjns06/just%20for%20the%20code/nkotbsummertime.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y108/cjns06/just%20for%20the%20code/mynkotb.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y108/cjns06/just%20for%20the%20code/mynkotb.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new kids on the block are baaaack. hahaha. today on kiss i heard "new song from new kids on the block" and i was like whaaaaat. its called summertime and it's kind of boring....(actually, the more i listen to it, the more i like it) but whatever. they are doing a tour and are going to be in seattle on novemeber 22. i think us sisters should go (and chris, if we can get him to go) if it doesnt cost like 100$ a ticket&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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anything. after sacrament meeting i went and found him (luckily his friend had red hair, so they were easier to find) and appologized. he actually was kind of cute, and he laughed it off. and now i am regretting not asking him his name. i probably wont remember what he looks like in two weeks (i'll be in rexburg next week)&lt;br /&gt; i like going to singles ward (FINALLY) i was kind of nervous because there seems to be a number of weirdies in our singles ward. but everyone there is nice, and since it's summer there are tooooons of people. and i'm excited to go to rexburg. and i wish hamsters weren't nocturnal because sometimes they keep me up at night. i sleep with ear plugs now. the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-1247300580700386485?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-3618378814024038006</id><published>2008-05-17T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:04:32.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>buffy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/SC9r7GmOlNI/AAAAAAAAACI/8VFXVVkKdTY/s1600-h/P5171197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/SC9r7GmOlNI/AAAAAAAAACI/8VFXVVkKdTY/s400/P5171197.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201494757763618002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am the proud new owner of a hamster :) my friends hamster had babies, and grandbabies, so i took one of the grandbabies. i actually took two but it was a girl and boy (named them buffy and angel) so my mom ... encouraged... me to give angel back. i think buffy is lonely and mad at me :( i hardly hold her cuz she is too quick. cinder, my cat, just sits and stares at the cage. she cant see it but she knows something is in there. i'm hoping she doesnt get brave and jump up on my dresser. she wont be able to hurt buffy but it'll sure scare her. i want her poor heart to be ok. lol. this picture makes her look bigger than she is. i cropped it so you didnt have to look at her poo. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-3618378814024038006?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/3618378814024038006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=3618378814024038006&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-2684263759271249534</id><published>2008-05-12T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T18:42:26.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random -s</title><content type='html'>-i need to go to rexburg. i think i'll start packing tonight, even tho i dont have my tickets yet. the only reason i cant buy them yet, is cuz LINDSI wont call me back&lt;br /&gt;-i'm onto the 2nd season of one tree hill. the dare night one- loved that episode!&lt;br /&gt;-i would be writing about my new hamster that i'll be getting soon, but i dont want to jynx it&lt;br /&gt;-i got jaynee's wedding announcement today. they are cute. i wanna go to her wedding/reception/luncheon but its in san diego...&lt;br /&gt;-i bought EVERYTHING you need to own a hamster, and more. then the next day at church this girl offered me all the same stuff cuz her hamster died.... i'm going to take it any way cuz her cage is bigger, and you can always use more food/bedding/ etc..... i mean, IF i end up getting that hamster (dang it scott...)&lt;br /&gt;-my eyeballs hurt. i really should stop wearing my contacts to bed&lt;br /&gt;-i need to make an appt with my eye doctor so i can get new glasses and more contacts&lt;br /&gt;-why is my dad watching star trek. i hate star trek.&lt;br /&gt;-i learned today that chris farley wass supposed to be the voice of shrek. i miss him. not shrek... but chris farley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-2684263759271249534?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/2684263759271249534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-6090469915837732135</id><published>2008-04-27T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:04:33.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>last day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/SBQ1efXkhoI/AAAAAAAAABw/p9Fzu6tTtWo/s1600-h/i-quit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/SBQ1efXkhoI/AAAAAAAAABw/p9Fzu6tTtWo/s400/i-quit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193835068197734018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/SBQ1efXkhpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cYLRly5g03U/s1600-h/im-a-quitter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/SBQ1efXkhpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cYLRly5g03U/s400/im-a-quitter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193835068197734034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/SBQ1evXkhqI/AAAAAAAAACA/sN5cQSTL5RA/s1600-h/funemployment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/SBQ1evXkhqI/AAAAAAAAACA/sN5cQSTL5RA/s400/funemployment.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193835072492701346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday is my last day at this horrible place they call a daycare. i'm gonna miss my kids sooooo much. i already miss them. but i have to get away from that place. there is so much highschool type drama there. except i dont think there was never that much drama in such a short time, in highschool. not for me at least. i need to find a new job before i spend all my money. this is not gonna be like last time i was "looking" for a job. i am now a shopaholic and i need a job to support this new addiction to clothes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-6090469915837732135?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/6090469915837732135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=6090469915837732135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/6090469915837732135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/6090469915837732135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2008/04/last-day.html' title='last day'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/SBQ1efXkhoI/AAAAAAAAABw/p9Fzu6tTtWo/s72-c/i-quit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-825365035071583386</id><published>2008-04-08T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T22:20:33.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one tree hill</title><content type='html'>so im pretty much addicted to one tree hill now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched a litle bit on and off in the earlier seasons but never really got THAT into it untill this season cuz i liked how its way later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i borrowed darci's season one and i'm watching that now. (kinda weird watching the first one, then watching the episode last night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm now living through peyton and lucas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just finished my paper for my class tomorrow and i'm WAY tired. but i'm gonna watch just oen episode. brooke just found out peyton and lucas have been seeing each other behind her back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-825365035071583386?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/825365035071583386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=825365035071583386&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/825365035071583386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/825365035071583386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-tree-hill.html' title='one tree hill'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-1519606724551310424</id><published>2008-04-07T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T20:00:37.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sickly</title><content type='html'>i stayed home sick from work today. i was kind of excited to get stuff done. my weekends always go by too fast. but of course i just ended up watching one tree hill all day (1st season) and got NOTHING done. finally at 630 i decide to do my taxes. i'm getting 72 dollars back. yahoooo. at least i dont owe anything right?? if i had earned 53 more dollars, i would have had to pay money. lol. i only worked for like a month or 2 last year. and i am making so much more money now (not saving it though... that starts with this paycheck, i SWEAR) i really want a different job. but i dont have time to do that when i'm working all the time. i was gonna do my resume/cover letter today. should i do that or write my paper for my creative teaching class??? it's actually hard to write a 1 page paper. double spaced. she asked us to dig deep and get emotional too. how do i do that writing so little? writing is really my least favorite thing, cuz im such a perfectionist about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-1519606724551310424?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/1519606724551310424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=1519606724551310424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/1519606724551310424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/1519606724551310424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2008/04/sickly.html' title='sickly'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-2484221437459636664</id><published>2008-03-13T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T01:21:59.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scary night</title><content type='html'>i run to the mall real quick to buy a bra, and i'm stuck there in lock-down for 5 hours. stupid druggies, can't you do your drug deals somewhere else. or NOT go around shooting people? i usually go to bed at like 9:30 and its almost 1:30. goooooooodnight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll for sure have to write details about this later. you guys will just have to wait in suspence&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-2484221437459636664?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/2484221437459636664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=2484221437459636664&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/2484221437459636664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/2484221437459636664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2008/03/scary-night.html' title='scary night'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-3763715022475310870</id><published>2008-03-04T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T20:23:16.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stop spending</title><content type='html'>1. CAR INSURANCE- CHECK&lt;br /&gt;2. bare minerals- CHECK&lt;br /&gt;3. TWLOHA shirt- CHECK (plus another shirt, tote bag, and bracelet)&lt;br /&gt;4. bachelorette present for jackie- i'm pretty sure i know what i'm getting, but i have to make sure, then order it)&lt;br /&gt;5. new jeans- havent found THE ONES yet, although i've tried on many&lt;br /&gt;6. red melee shirt- CHECK&lt;br /&gt;7. send packages to my elders (or just 2 of them)- no&lt;br /&gt;8. a season of buffy, 2nd maybe- no&lt;br /&gt;9. clothes. i just need more clothes- lots&lt;br /&gt;10. oh yeah i guess i should pay people back... GIVE DARCI 16 DOLLARS!!! i keep forgetting.&lt;br /&gt;11. some more presents for people. - yes. i got kendras birthday presents and darcis..... whos birthday is in july&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've spent soooo much money.&lt;br /&gt;i also spent 500$ for ONE class at GR. i think they reimberse (sp?) me for that because it's a childcare class. but not untill i finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to do my taxes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kids in my class at work have pink eye and chicken pox. and 2 threw up at school. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-3763715022475310870?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/3763715022475310870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=3763715022475310870&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/3763715022475310870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/3763715022475310870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2008/03/money-money-money-monnnneeey.html' title='stop spending'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-3855921638199142857</id><published>2008-02-16T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T14:26:42.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>money money money moneeeyyy</title><content type='html'>FINALLY, i got paid. after working there for over a month, i got 2 paychecks in 1 day and got about $900. after having zero dollars for so long, i am ready to spend irresponsibly. as we speak i am shopping at delias.com. i have not forgotten about my list. with this paycehck, i am going to get : delias clothes, TWLOHA shirt, bare minerals, insurance, and pay people back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll start saving after all this. COME ON! i havent had any money in soooooo long&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-3855921638199142857?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/3855921638199142857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=3855921638199142857&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/3855921638199142857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/3855921638199142857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2008/02/money-money-money-moneeeyyy.html' title='money money money moneeeyyy'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-5013670363911004880</id><published>2008-02-04T21:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:04:33.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nat dee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R6fy_xwE23I/AAAAAAAAABo/Xto35jQQ_8U/s1600-h/im-gonna-vote-for-mccain-cause-hes-a-white-dude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R6fy_xwE23I/AAAAAAAAABo/Xto35jQQ_8U/s400/im-gonna-vote-for-mccain-cause-hes-a-white-dude.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163362675304225650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-5013670363911004880?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/5013670363911004880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=5013670363911004880&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/5013670363911004880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/5013670363911004880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2008/02/romney.html' title='nat dee'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R6fy_xwE23I/AAAAAAAAABo/Xto35jQQ_8U/s72-c/im-gonna-vote-for-mccain-cause-hes-a-white-dude.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-6596216278572142085</id><published>2008-02-03T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T20:24:27.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>monday?</title><content type='html'>weekends are WAY too short. sunday is almost over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-6596216278572142085?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/6596216278572142085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=6596216278572142085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/6596216278572142085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/6596216278572142085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2008/02/monday.html' title='monday?'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-5460251032762994504</id><published>2008-01-31T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T13:32:15.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Otitis media</title><content type='html'>the other night i went to the ER at like 12:30 am. i have Otitis media!! DUN DUN DUNNNNNN. jk that's just the scientific name for a middle ear infection. its one of those things that i feel dumb telling people because i feel like they are just like "oh, just an ear infection.." but it huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurt. plus my neck hurts like crazy from sleeping all weird trying not to lay on my ear, plus my stomach feels sick from the antibiotics, plus i have a migraine from the vicodin. but mostly, i'll complain about the ear pain. its alot better now. i think my ear drum ruptured (based on my online studying, and the fact that my ear is "draining" gross) but it says that's fine and it should heal fast. its just kind gross. it does make it feel better tho cuz there's less pressure. sooo this is my 3rd day missing work in my 3rd week of work. AND its the worst possible time. i think i'm gonna throw on some clothes and show up in an hour or two. i think they need help rearranging some rooms and ish like that.... AND i have 3 doctors appts coming up too! ahhhhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-5460251032762994504?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/5460251032762994504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=5460251032762994504&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/5460251032762994504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/5460251032762994504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2008/01/otitis-media.html' title='Otitis media'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-5563119382851947073</id><published>2008-01-26T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T19:31:05.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>likes and dislikes</title><content type='html'>LIKES: clean bathrooms that i dont have to clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISLIKES: standing in toilet water, watching my toilet overflow, after trying to fix it. then cleaning it all up and doing it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-5563119382851947073?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/5563119382851947073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=5563119382851947073&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/5563119382851947073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/5563119382851947073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2008/01/likes-and-dislikes.html' title='likes and dislikes'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-8035577921490063305</id><published>2008-01-24T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T22:08:52.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>home sick</title><content type='html'>i havent even been working for 2 weeks and i already took my first sick day. dang sucky immune system + working with kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my job is getting better. my first few days were sooo hard, and there are still times when it is very very very hard. but  it pretty much gets better every day. i still dont know what classroom (age) i'm gonna work with. they tell me every day "you did really good in the school-age room today!" "you worked really well in room B today" "actually... you work well in every room... can you make copies of yourself?" so really, it's my decision what room i want to work in, but i can't decide! i change my mind like every day, or twice a day. at this moment... i'm thinking i like room B (3 yrd olds) but only if i get a good lead teacher to work with.... i'd love to work with toiya... that class is horrible right now. it needs ALOT of work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-8035577921490063305?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/8035577921490063305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=8035577921490063305&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/8035577921490063305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/8035577921490063305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2008/01/home-sick.html' title='home sick'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-5617683570970726818</id><published>2008-01-16T21:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T21:16:42.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fhjk</title><content type='html'>i miss not having a job&lt;div 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title='fhjk'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-7354420828287742030</id><published>2008-01-07T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T00:47:13.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear boys,</title><content type='html'>do not ask for my number unless you are going to call me. i've heard of the "three day rule", but i have not read of the "NEVER call and pretend she doesnt exist rule." i dont even know why he asked for my number, i wasnt really expecting him to... but if you're gonna ask... then call!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boys.... who needs 'em&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-7354420828287742030?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/7354420828287742030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=7354420828287742030&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/7354420828287742030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/7354420828287742030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2008/01/dear-boys.html' title='dear boys,'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-1121917685098269252</id><published>2008-01-06T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T01:51:49.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nephews are cute</title><content type='html'>here are some cute pictures of my nephews that everyone should see, but i know some people just dont care, so instead of posting them ALLLLL over myspace i'll put them all in here, for some of you who may care a little bit. most are from christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{i just looked at this and rezlied the right side of all the pictures are cut off but i dont really care enough to go back and fix all of them. it only really matters in one where it cuts torrin out... but its 2am and i'm tired.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;torrin was SO excited to open his presents... heres one of him yawning while "opening" one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y108/cjns06/family/?action=view&amp;current=IG_1223.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y108/cjns06/family/IG_1223.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sleeping.... he loves christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y108/cjns06/family/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_238.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y108/cjns06/family/IMG_238.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y108/cjns06/family/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_126.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y108/cjns06/family/IMG_126.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y108/cjns06/family/?action=view&amp;current=IG_1241.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y108/cjns06/family/IG_1241.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favorite. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y108/cjns06/family/?action=view&amp;current=goggles.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y108/cjns06/family/goggles.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y108/cjns06/family/?action=view&amp;current=IMG269.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y108/cjns06/family/IMG269.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y108/cjns06/family/?action=view&amp;current=IMG1272.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y108/cjns06/family/IMG1272.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y108/cjns06/family/?action=view&amp;current=IM_1273.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y108/cjns06/family/IM_1273.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y108/cjns06/family/?action=view&amp;current=IM_1274.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y108/cjns06/family/IM_1274.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y108/cjns06/family/?action=view&amp;current=angies0138.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y108/cjns06/family/angies0138.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-1121917685098269252?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/1121917685098269252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=1121917685098269252&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/1121917685098269252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/1121917685098269252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2008/01/nephews-are-cute.html' title='nephews are cute'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y108/cjns06/family/th_IG_1223.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-320816511927090878</id><published>2008-01-06T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T01:33:24.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first paycheck</title><content type='html'>when i get my first paycheck i am going to buy the following things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. CAR INSURANCE&lt;br /&gt;2. bare minerals&lt;br /&gt;3. TWLOHA shirt { www.twloha.com }&lt;br /&gt;4. bachelorette present for jackie (/birthday present)... shes only been married for like 4 months now....&lt;br /&gt;5. new jeans&lt;br /&gt;6. red melee shirt&lt;br /&gt;7. send packages to my elders (or just 2 of them)&lt;br /&gt;8. a season of buffy, 2nd maybe&lt;br /&gt;9. clothes. i just need more clothes&lt;br /&gt;10. oh yeah i guess i should pay people back... mom, dad, &amp; darci. this needs to be at the top of my list. after car insurance.&lt;br /&gt;11. some more presents for people. oh gosh. i just want money. i miss it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok YES, i realize that my paycheck will not go this far... it probably will barely cover the 1st two. i'm just looking forward to having money again. i know i wont actually start saving untill i get a little spending out of my system&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i applied at another kindercare this week. one closer to my house. i think i'm going to get the job, but i dont want to get my hopes up because i've done that like 3 times already and something fell threw. i really wanted a higher paying job this time, but going in there i missed it. i miss the kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i start  my new calling as sunbeams teacher tomorrow (i was in nursery for a year and a half) i'm excited!! and very nervous about how the kids will act. we have a few that i think it will be hard for. good thing i have another teacher with me. she seems really good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-320816511927090878?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/320816511927090878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=320816511927090878&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/320816511927090878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/320816511927090878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-first-paycheck.html' title='my first paycheck'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-2721949368632922709</id><published>2007-11-15T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T21:57:29.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>aneeeeemia aneeeemia (instead of boheeeemia)</title><content type='html'>dr. pepper told me today that i am anemic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe that's why i get dizzy so much. jeeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;symptoms:&lt;br /&gt;fatigue[check]&lt;br /&gt;Weakness [check]&lt;br /&gt;Pale skin [check...haha... i think thats natural though]&lt;br /&gt;A fast or irregular heartbeat [check]&lt;br /&gt;Shortness of breath [check/asthma?]&lt;br /&gt;Chest pain (one symptom i dont have)&lt;br /&gt;Dizziness [check]&lt;br /&gt;Cognitive problems [check]&lt;br /&gt;Numbness or coldness in your extremities [check]&lt;br /&gt;Headache [checkcheckcheck]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg as i look at some of these its like a light going off.. like... NO WONDER!!! ya know? but she said not to worry about it cuz its not very bad.... i dunno. maybe i'll just tell me mom that she told me to eat more red meat. I NEED STEAKE AT LEAST 3 TIMES A WEEK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-2721949368632922709?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/2721949368632922709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=2721949368632922709&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/2721949368632922709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/2721949368632922709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2007/11/aneeeeemia-aneeeemia-instead-of.html' title='aneeeeemia aneeeemia (instead of boheeeemia)'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-4250941667468758146</id><published>2007-11-08T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T00:38:24.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAG i'm it</title><content type='html'>dara tagged meeeeee... like a week ago, but this took me a while to come up with 6 things. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RULES OF BLOG TAG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The player lists 6 facts/habits about themselves - try to find 6 you haven’t already posted about!&lt;br /&gt;2. At the end of the post, the player tags 6 people and posts their names, and then goes to their blog and leaves them a comment, letting them know they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog for the rules &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this might be hard&lt;br /&gt;1. i would MUCH rather hang out with/talk to kids or toddlers  than   adults. i feel more comfortable with them.&lt;br /&gt;2. i love to sew. whenever i go to joann's fabrics i get sooo excited and want to do so many projects. but my problem is FINIsHING my projects. right now i'm making a dress. hopefully it will turn out cute...&lt;br /&gt;3. I HATE WATER. i seriously cannot stand the taste. i dont know why people say it doesnt have a taste... IT DOES. i also hate swimming. and hot tubs. just dont like it.&lt;br /&gt;4.i dont do drama well. whenever there's drama with friends or soemthing i just kind of ignore it and pretend it's not there, which tends to make thigns worse&lt;br /&gt;5. i take 9 pills a day (usually.) i'm only 20! i knew i was gonna end up like my mom, but i didnt know it would start so soon.&lt;br /&gt;6. i want to go to a spice girls concert more than you can even imagine. i have been seriously thinking about any possible way to go. if i had gotten a job sooner, i would have blown my savings on flying down to vegas or LA. seriously. if anyone feels like spending a few hundred dollars on me... go ahead and buy me some plane tickets and spice girls tickets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW. im gonna go ahead and tagggggg &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angie, stephanie, kendall, rachel and mallor. (i dont have 6 friends that blog... i should tag ricky....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-4250941667468758146?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/4250941667468758146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=4250941667468758146&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/4250941667468758146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/4250941667468758146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2007/11/tag-im-it.html' title='TAG i&apos;m it'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-1116720136099592159</id><published>2007-11-01T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T13:22:39.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>korn?</title><content type='html'>my dad is downstairs working on the car... listening to Korn.... WHAT?!?! yeah. weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate halloween. i thought this year was gonna be different. but nope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-1116720136099592159?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/1116720136099592159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=1116720136099592159&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/1116720136099592159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/1116720136099592159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2007/11/korn.html' title='korn?'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-4265534881719308466</id><published>2007-10-29T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:04:34.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>december 26</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/Rya-SA1CA6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/vcZ4w-OTG1U/s1600-h/Imagen009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/Rya-SA1CA6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/vcZ4w-OTG1U/s320/Imagen009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126994442477241250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaaaya.  kyle was supposed to come home from chile feb 31st but i found out today that he's coming home december 26th! thats so much soooneeerrrr!!! TWO MONTHS!!!! ahhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-4265534881719308466?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/4265534881719308466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=4265534881719308466&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/4265534881719308466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/4265534881719308466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2007/10/december-26.html' title='december 26'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/Rya-SA1CA6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/vcZ4w-OTG1U/s72-c/Imagen009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-5159918061861059355</id><published>2007-10-24T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T22:14:15.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>honesty</title><content type='html'>today one of my friends told me something that i did not want to hear. but he was just being honest with me because he cares. at first i was in shock but after talking to him for a little bit, i was finally able to step outside of myself and see things from a different view than i usually do. i am soooo glad he was such a good friend to be so honest with me. i wish i could be like that. there have been times when i've wanted to tell a friend something, but i didnt want to hurt their feelings or make them mad, so i just kept it to myself. i think that real friends should be able to be completely honest with each other and not have to worry about this. of course, i'm not saying you should just blurt out "wow, that skirt is horrible!! you have such ugly knees!!" but you know what i mean right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo i'm going to try and remember this and do the same thing for my friends in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-5159918061861059355?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/5159918061861059355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=5159918061861059355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/5159918061861059355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/5159918061861059355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2007/10/honesty.html' title='honesty'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-7126670650716242660</id><published>2007-10-22T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T16:30:32.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>haaaaair</title><content type='html'>i have just decided to NOT cut my hair. i really need a hair cut cuz mine is ugly. but im just gonna live with it untill it gets long again. (NOT as long as it was before i donated it, no waaaay) when i look at pictures, i like my hair better longer. so... i have made a decision. even thought in a couple months i'll probably go get it cut with out thinking.... NO. i'm also trying to decide if i should dye it again. last time i dyed it was going to be my ONE time, ya know? but... it ended up being the exact same color. so i kind of think i wanna dye it again. so people can actually notice... lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-7126670650716242660?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/7126670650716242660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3593860401755372042&amp;postID=7126670650716242660&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/7126670650716242660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3593860401755372042/posts/default/7126670650716242660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/2007/10/haaaaair.html' title='haaaaair'/><author><name>qwertney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017735541563444560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-5260599633762443208</id><published>2007-10-11T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T13:25:19.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>byui</title><content type='html'>i just got to byu-i last night from spokane/cheney. angie had her baby =D i'll write about that when i get home though. i just wanted to get online and write about my incident with jaynees dishwasher..... i'm staying at my friend jaynees appartment in colonial. her and all her roommates were al classes and i was bored so i decided i'd help out and clean the kitchen. sooo i did the dishes and all that... after i was done washing the table, i looked at the dishwasher and realized that it was overflowing with bubbles. AAHH. luckily (i think) right then jaynee's room mate walked in. i was like um... help?  i guess their dishwasher is only made for powder soap. so we took a few pictures (i'll post later) then she helped me empty out all the bubbles we could... she said we should just let it run its course cuz we cant really get out all the soap in there ya know... so we put some towels under it and its running right now. who knows what its doing now. i'm lucky that we saw it when it wasnt too bad and it didnt like cover the whole kitchen. haha. i was soo embarassed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-5260599633762443208?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/5260599633762443208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aDhy9zVmVsI/R5l-PhwE22I/AAAAAAAAABg/V86rnO2yeao/S220/PC161041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593860401755372042.post-2933873871837072418</id><published>2007-09-01T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T01:50:44.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>music &lt;3</title><content type='html'>sometimes i dont listen to a band for a long time... then i listen to them again, and i remember how much i looooooove them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*siiiigh* I LOVE MUSIC!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3593860401755372042-2933873871837072418?l=qwertney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwertney.blogspot.com/feeds/2933873871837072418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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