<?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-8345341212721931625</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:45:46.074-04:00</updated><category term='lame'/><category term='yelling'/><category term='chiropractor'/><category term='I-75'/><category term='magglio'/><category term='my little buddy'/><category term='pottymouth'/><category term='parties'/><category term='pineapple head'/><category term='late night calls'/><category term='Dateline'/><category term='Carson'/><category term='Math'/><category term='shit beer'/><category term='Superbad'/><category term='drunks'/><category term='apartment'/><category term='phil sleeps in til noon'/><category term='Donte'/><category term='Vfuckingday'/><category term='msn'/><category term='Crafts'/><category term='roommates'/><category term='Crystal'/><category term='doodles'/><category term='class'/><category term='job interview'/><category term='texts'/><category term='bell'/><category term='Adam'/><category term='snow'/><category term='Nick'/><category term='Nip/Tuck'/><title type='text'>shawna a'la blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02151552311663474268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R6sTrVy19vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P6mg5OOFw7U/S220/one.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345341212721931625.post-3521504368261660512</id><published>2008-06-02T18:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T18:53:07.202-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i kissed a girl.</title><content type='html'>Beer + Shawna = Loud mouth Shawna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I spill secrets.. I'm not that kinda drunk. Give me a beer and my voice grows louder,and with every beer it gets louder and louder.  As a result I always end up losing my voice the next couple days after. Like today. I sound like Lindsay Lohan because of how coarse my voice is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you ever see me at the bar.. I'm the loud ass chic...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345341212721931625-3521504368261660512?l=smf0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/feeds/3521504368261660512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345341212721931625&amp;postID=3521504368261660512&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/3521504368261660512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/3521504368261660512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-kissed-girl.html' title='i kissed a girl.'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02151552311663474268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R6sTrVy19vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P6mg5OOFw7U/S220/one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345341212721931625.post-6122082634488947577</id><published>2008-06-01T09:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T09:47:27.968-04:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks...</title><content type='html'>So I got purposed to last night!!!!! WAHOO!! not by Nick though... Sadly it was a kid I went high school with that I happen to see at the bars. He told me that we were going to get married in a couple of years.. atleast someone besides me has marriage on the mind..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345341212721931625-6122082634488947577?l=smf0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/feeds/6122082634488947577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345341212721931625&amp;postID=6122082634488947577&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/6122082634488947577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/6122082634488947577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/2008/06/thanks.html' title='thanks...'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02151552311663474268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R6sTrVy19vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P6mg5OOFw7U/S220/one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345341212721931625.post-6093457632188889982</id><published>2008-05-30T19:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T19:40:46.307-04:00</updated><title type='text'>part one of plan</title><content type='html'>part one of my little plan is currently cooking in the oven.. i kinda feel evil....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345341212721931625-6093457632188889982?l=smf0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/feeds/6093457632188889982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345341212721931625&amp;postID=6093457632188889982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/6093457632188889982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/6093457632188889982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/2008/05/part-one-of-plan.html' title='part one of plan'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02151552311663474268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R6sTrVy19vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P6mg5OOFw7U/S220/one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345341212721931625.post-1883885386656967665</id><published>2008-05-30T13:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T13:54:22.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>phase two completed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SEA_G5t66FI/AAAAAAAAAHY/XMhZXTLnk-4/s1600-h/cookie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206230557045483602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SEA_G5t66FI/AAAAAAAAAHY/XMhZXTLnk-4/s200/cookie1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SEA_L5t66GI/AAAAAAAAAHg/fmKtpyr3H84/s1600-h/cookie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206230642944829538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SEA_L5t66GI/AAAAAAAAAHg/fmKtpyr3H84/s200/cookie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So phase two of my plan is complete. I baked Grandma B's molasses cookies. little did i know grandma b. was feeding an army molasses cookies. Her receipe makes &lt;strong&gt;70 or MORE&lt;/strong&gt; molasses cookies. yeah.. holy shit... Nick better love these cookies.. If theres any left when he gets here tonight...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345341212721931625-1883885386656967665?l=smf0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/feeds/1883885386656967665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345341212721931625&amp;postID=1883885386656967665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/1883885386656967665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/1883885386656967665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/2008/05/phase-two-completed.html' title='phase two completed'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02151552311663474268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R6sTrVy19vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P6mg5OOFw7U/S220/one.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SEA_G5t66FI/AAAAAAAAAHY/XMhZXTLnk-4/s72-c/cookie1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345341212721931625.post-2701271851615131014</id><published>2008-05-29T21:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T22:52:02.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shawna's Three Step Program to become Engaged.</title><content type='html'>Nick and I have been dating for 3 years, this weekend. He is the love of my life and I truly couldn't imagine my life with out him. However, there is one tiny issue.. its not his burping, or his farting or lack of saying &lt;em&gt;"I love you's&lt;/em&gt;". It's the fact that we have been together for 3 years and I don't have a nice little diamond on my finger. I'm not saying I WANT TO MARRY YOU TOMORROW. All I want is to take our relationship to that next level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be a concern to you that I don't know him, but trust me... I can read that boy like a book. I lived with him for a year (because my gallbladder caused problems and my mother was being the devil.) Than with me moving an hour and half away has only improved our relation ship... but still.. no diamond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nick's Excuses Why I don't have an Engagement Ring&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) &lt;i&gt;Let's wait until you can legally drink at our wedding...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) &lt;i&gt;Let's wait until we have been dating atleast 3 years...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) &lt;i&gt;Let's wait until you have health insurance...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) &lt;i&gt;I'm not buying a fucking ring...&lt;/i&gt; (not said to me said to brother-in-law)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) &lt;i&gt;Let's wait until after you have your Bachelors Degree...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) &lt;i&gt;Let's wait until you have finished Chiropractic school...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) &lt;i&gt;Let's wait until you have a year under your belt of being an Associate Chiropractor then we open your own practice then we get married...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in other words I may never get married at this point.. Which is why I have created Shawna's Three Step Program to Become Engaged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumor has it if you create this &lt;a href="http://http//www.glamour.com/lifestyle/dobetter/articles/2006/07/10/engagementchicken05feb"&gt;wonderful meal&lt;/a&gt; than you will become engaged. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.glamour.com/images/lifestyle/2006/07/10/Liar_engagementchicken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Looks yummy doesn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next I plan on re-creating his grandmother's famous molasses cookies. When she passed away he was so sad because she "made the best molasses cookies". Luckily Grandma B. lead me to wear she hid the recipe and I plan on baking those "famous" cookies tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.kingarthurflour.com/shop/images/1146772894207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I plan on getting him totally shit faced with an awesome wine ( any suggestions??) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's going to be awesome..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any Tips?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345341212721931625-2701271851615131014?l=smf0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/feeds/2701271851615131014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345341212721931625&amp;postID=2701271851615131014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/2701271851615131014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/2701271851615131014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/2008/05/shawnas-three-step-program-to-become.html' title='Shawna&apos;s Three Step Program to become Engaged.'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02151552311663474268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R6sTrVy19vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P6mg5OOFw7U/S220/one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345341212721931625.post-7807873254088348448</id><published>2008-05-28T20:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:19:00.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>memorial day weekend 2008</title><content type='html'>Pictures from this weekend are finally here.. check them out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you are wondering.. where is Nick.. Well he stayed at home and watched the Weather Channel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SD30vZt656I/AAAAAAAAAGA/yc_bBfmYDS4/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205585839504680866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SD30vZt656I/AAAAAAAAAGA/yc_bBfmYDS4/s200/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SD307pt659I/AAAAAAAAAGY/gQ4zJlPUQzA/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205586049958078418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SD307pt659I/AAAAAAAAAGY/gQ4zJlPUQzA/s200/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SD307Jt658I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jZV4F_bosuk/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205586041368143810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SD307Jt658I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jZV4F_bosuk/s200/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SD306pt657I/AAAAAAAAAGI/Q--NC4sIWg4/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205586032778209202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SD306pt657I/AAAAAAAAAGI/Q--NC4sIWg4/s200/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SD31bpt65_I/AAAAAAAAAGo/pgSsPR_jVQw/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205586599713892338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SD31bpt65_I/AAAAAAAAAGo/pgSsPR_jVQw/s200/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SD31uJt66BI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ecX1rrtFDns/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205586917541472274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SD31uJt66BI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ecX1rrtFDns/s200/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SD31bpt66AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pSbjHya5Q7s/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205586599713892354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SD31bpt66AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pSbjHya5Q7s/s200/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SD31uZt66CI/AAAAAAAAAHA/cNqJcF3QDSc/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205586921836439586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SD31uZt66CI/AAAAAAAAAHA/cNqJcF3QDSc/s200/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SD31bZt65-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/srNWvhSVzSU/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205586595418925026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SD31bZt65-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/srNWvhSVzSU/s200/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SD31u5t66EI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/bG3Dm-gXU_o/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205586930426374210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SD31u5t66EI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/bG3Dm-gXU_o/s200/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SD31upt66DI/AAAAAAAAAHI/sYL57Ow6DL0/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205586926131406898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SD31upt66DI/AAAAAAAAAHI/sYL57Ow6DL0/s200/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345341212721931625-7807873254088348448?l=smf0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/feeds/7807873254088348448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345341212721931625&amp;postID=7807873254088348448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/7807873254088348448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/7807873254088348448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/2008/05/memorial-day-weekend-2008.html' title='memorial day weekend 2008'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02151552311663474268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R6sTrVy19vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P6mg5OOFw7U/S220/one.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SD30vZt656I/AAAAAAAAAGA/yc_bBfmYDS4/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345341212721931625.post-6125640771534825816</id><published>2008-05-28T18:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T18:50:39.444-04:00</updated><title type='text'>do something for me</title><content type='html'>Do you like to work out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to look awesome while doing it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so please check out my friends at &lt;a href="http://www.gymrules.com/"&gt;GymRules&lt;/a&gt;, they have some AWESOME stuff there! Check them out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gymrules.com/"&gt;http://www.gymrules.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345341212721931625-6125640771534825816?l=smf0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/feeds/6125640771534825816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345341212721931625&amp;postID=6125640771534825816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/6125640771534825816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/6125640771534825816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/2008/05/do-something-for-me.html' title='do something for me'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02151552311663474268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R6sTrVy19vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P6mg5OOFw7U/S220/one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345341212721931625.post-3067569275241209795</id><published>2008-05-28T12:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T12:37:30.042-04:00</updated><title type='text'>quick lunch update</title><content type='html'>An older patient came in this morning and says, "I was watchng tv last night, and they had one of those stupid reality tv shows on and it was like The Bachelor but instead of the girl trying to find a man... she was picking between a man and A WOMAN!" this lady was clearly upset that our society is becoming more open to sexuality. Especially on televison. The things my sister watches on tv are far from what I ever watched when I was 14.. crazy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345341212721931625-3067569275241209795?l=smf0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/feeds/3067569275241209795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345341212721931625&amp;postID=3067569275241209795&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/3067569275241209795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/3067569275241209795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/2008/05/quick-lunch-update.html' title='quick lunch update'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02151552311663474268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R6sTrVy19vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P6mg5OOFw7U/S220/one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345341212721931625.post-246300467484907241</id><published>2008-05-27T18:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T18:38:10.031-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hes watching the weather channel</title><content type='html'>What a nice little weekend. It's always nice when you get to see all the people that you love. But then again I hate the "drama" that follows. I love Nick's older brother like he’s my own brother. Sadly he's dating this pumpkin (over tanning)... I mean slut (she showed the whole town her boobs and ass... Than has the nerve to tell me she is self conscious to be naked in front of people..... Yeah...).What I really mean is this local girl that nobody in the family really likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday everyone wanted to go to the bar, except Nick he wanted to watch the Weather Channel. So I left him at home and I went to the bar. Everything  was awesome until The Great Pumpkin (TGP aka the local girl...) was so drunk she decided to tell me how madly in love she was with brother and how they plan on getting married June 2009. This is total news to me because they only started dating a month ago! To me that seems too soon. I have been dating Nick for three years and I as much as I want to I don't think I could marry him (yet). But if that’s what she wants to do that’s her prerogative. Finally, the bartender says it's time to leave. I called shot gun and ran to the front seat of the car. Meanwhile brother and TGP were saying good bye to other scum bag locals. They both got in the car. Our friend Laurie comes up and says "Oh we are cooking out tomorrow at 6! Be there!" all of a sudden brother started freaking out. He is not a good drunk and has a horrible temper; he is consonantly trying to walk home from places we all go. TGP never witnessed this side of him before. She started crying hysterically. I crawled over the seat into the back and was trying to calm her down. I was asking her where do you want to go. Your house or Brothers? TGP said... "I don't care; I can’t be left along with the medication I am on." What the hell!??! If you’re on anti-depressants what the fuck are you doing getting drunk? And if you plan on marrying someone shouldn't you know EVERYTHING about them? I don't know maybe there temper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was just one of the nights. I'll try to post pictures tomorrow, just depends on if Laurie has them uploaded!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345341212721931625-246300467484907241?l=smf0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/feeds/246300467484907241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345341212721931625&amp;postID=246300467484907241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/246300467484907241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/246300467484907241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/2008/05/hes-watching-weather-channel.html' title='hes watching the weather channel'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02151552311663474268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R6sTrVy19vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P6mg5OOFw7U/S220/one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345341212721931625.post-6232830353011037265</id><published>2008-05-23T11:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T11:09:12.438-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WANTED: a motorcycle.</title><content type='html'>In my hometown, in Northeastern Michigan ( not the U.P.. below that) gas is currently &lt;strong&gt;$4.19 a gallon&lt;/strong&gt;. I need a motorcycle or possible a bicycle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What are gas prices where you live right now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345341212721931625-6232830353011037265?l=smf0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/feeds/6232830353011037265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345341212721931625&amp;postID=6232830353011037265&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/6232830353011037265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/6232830353011037265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/2008/05/wanted-motorcycle.html' title='WANTED: a motorcycle.'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02151552311663474268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R6sTrVy19vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P6mg5OOFw7U/S220/one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345341212721931625.post-9218676398427294459</id><published>2008-05-21T21:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T21:58:58.088-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunks'/><title type='text'>I survived. Hey Hey</title><content type='html'>Well I survived the dentist. That's because he didn't really do anything.. Just kind of looked around in there and created a game plan. Basically I will be going to see him every Tuesday until one of us dies. I think he probably will be able to put a downpayment on a vacation home because of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it's almost Memorial Day. Every Memorial Day all of Nick and I's friends come to see us. I would say there is a group of 20 of us. When we go out to the bars, we are a party within the party. Heres a recap of last Memorial Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v79/25/89/503329976/n503329976_57740_2820.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Riding a bike with Big Chris, Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v79/25/89/503329976/n503329976_57772_3641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shot gunning a beer with the girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v79/25/89/503329976/n503329976_57751_3549.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The longest Tippy-cup game in Northern Michigan EVER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v79/25/89/503329976/n503329976_57749_5424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I pretty much love this girl to death...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v79/25/89/503329976/n503329976_57746_4600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This isn't even a fraction of the pictures I have from last year. and these were all taken in one night... what will happened this weekend.. I will have to keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345341212721931625-9218676398427294459?l=smf0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/feeds/9218676398427294459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345341212721931625&amp;postID=9218676398427294459&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/9218676398427294459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/9218676398427294459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-survived-hey-hey.html' title='I survived. Hey Hey'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02151552311663474268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R6sTrVy19vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P6mg5OOFw7U/S220/one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345341212721931625.post-1774648478574077329</id><published>2008-05-20T22:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T22:21:47.158-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So are you going to make a down payment on a bike or your vacation house?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.buycostumes.com/mgen/merchandiser/31260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://images.buycostumes.com/mgen/merchandiser/31260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tomorrow is the day, I goto the dentist. I am scared out of my mind. I truly am afraid of the dentist (if he looks like that guy &lt;-- I think I'll be fine...). I seriously hate them banging and scrapping  on my teeth. I hate how they poke my gums until they bleed. Then proceed to tell me I need to have the following teeth pulled, this cavity filled and this, this and this. It seriously has kept me awake all night this week. I am afraid out of my mind. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not like &lt;a href="http://tiffsbloggy.com/"&gt;Tiff&lt;/a&gt;, she has stated on her blog, that she LOVES going to the dentist. I truly wish I had that type of attitude when I go there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it all started when I was little. I had messed up teeth, I needed braces. After some persausion my parents finally dragged me to a docotor. This docotor was so mean and so ruff on my little choppers I cried every month I had to go in. When I finally got the braces off. I decided I never wanted to go back.  I thought if I just brushed my teeth and flossed I would be okay until I was 75 and they fell out of my head. Then some how, the girl that &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; eats sweets, got a cavity in the very front tooth.. There was no way of going around it, I had to get it filled. Back to the horrible dentist I went again.  When I got there he decided he need to pull some teeth, but I had to be referred to another dentist to do that. he filled the cavity and sent me on my way.  I never made the appointment with the other dentist because those teeth didn't hurt. Most recently while flossing.. I knocked my filling out. The dentist that  filled it, no longer accepts my insurance. Needless to say, tomorrow I have a complete exam with a man I never met. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please God, make him nice, and sexy so that way I will want to go all the time.  Pray for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345341212721931625-1774648478574077329?l=smf0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/feeds/1774648478574077329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345341212721931625&amp;postID=1774648478574077329&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/1774648478574077329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/1774648478574077329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-are-you-going-to-make-down-payment.html' title='So are you going to make a down payment on a bike or your vacation house?'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02151552311663474268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R6sTrVy19vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P6mg5OOFw7U/S220/one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345341212721931625.post-7597039487798888630</id><published>2008-05-19T20:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T20:30:55.914-04:00</updated><title type='text'>all the girls in line for the bathroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My sister and a team of scientists have discovered that I cannot take a picture without my head tilted to the side. It makes me wonder if I actually walk around with my head tilted to the side. See for your self. Thanks for the collage Cola...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202250807433631682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SDIbi_GSF8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-zBIqhYYdeU/s320/herhead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345341212721931625-7597039487798888630?l=smf0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/feeds/7597039487798888630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345341212721931625&amp;postID=7597039487798888630&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/7597039487798888630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/7597039487798888630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/2008/05/all-girls-in-line-for-bathroom.html' title='all the girls in line for the bathroom'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02151552311663474268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R6sTrVy19vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P6mg5OOFw7U/S220/one.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SDIbi_GSF8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-zBIqhYYdeU/s72-c/herhead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345341212721931625.post-5553749327742886669</id><published>2008-05-19T20:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T20:12:22.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"I don't make the rules. I enforce them"</title><content type='html'>I was suppose to have a nice little extra check in my bank account today but I didn't. Why you ask? Well the IRS was suppose to deposit my stimulus check in my account. Sadly those bastards did not deposit the check in my account. Worried I called them. So this is the scoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I am a student and I file for FASFA, I have to be one of my mothers dependants. I work full time and goto school full time. I pay my taxes just like anybody else. Other than my mother helping contribute to the little amount I get for FASFA, she doesn't help me out, unless it's an EXTREME emergency, and that's only happened 2 times since I turned 18. Back to my point. So I called them and because I am a full time student and work full time and pay taxes, I am not eligible to receive the Tax Stimulus Rebate because I am a dependant of my mothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait there's more! I guess you are suppose to receive extra cash for each dependant, but because I am over the age of 17 my mother doesn't get extra cash for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No don't get me wrong, I didn't want the full 600.00 that I was suppose to get. I just wanted enough to help me get a little ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  sad thing is, the people the truly need this money, are not getting the full amount or like myself not getting the full amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously considering looking into chiropractic colleges in Canada because I can tell I'm getting no where in this stupid country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345341212721931625-5553749327742886669?l=smf0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/feeds/5553749327742886669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345341212721931625&amp;postID=5553749327742886669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/5553749327742886669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/5553749327742886669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-dont-make-rules-i-enforce-them.html' title='&quot;I don&apos;t make the rules. I enforce them&quot;'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02151552311663474268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R6sTrVy19vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P6mg5OOFw7U/S220/one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345341212721931625.post-1290722950491943157</id><published>2008-05-18T20:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T20:50:38.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"all you do is knit"</title><content type='html'>Put up a new layout. I was kind of getting sick of the last one... I did nothing today, except knit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am getting no where with this knitting project. When I first found out Jesse was pregnant in October, I knew I wanted to make something for the baby, because when Grandma B. was around she was the homemade gift giver and she had just past away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had this wonderful idea to teach myself to knit. Nobody in my family knows how to knit so I ran to JoAnn Fabrics and bought a book that teachs children how to knit. I thought it would be easier to understand but nooooooo it's not... so thankfully there is you tube..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I learned how to knit and made a couple of dish clothes before I finally attempted to do a bigger project. I wanted to make the baby a blanket! I was all excited I even found an easy pattern to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started that November. Then exams started in December so I put it away for a while.. Then I picked it up again and realized the yarn I was using was not soft enough for a baby. So I went and bought new yarn and restarted! I finished two of my rows and put the project away because I got a job and focused on that for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then about a month ago I realized that the baby was coming in less than a month and my blanket was no where complete. So I started working on my strips again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then about a week ago I decided I didn't like that project at all and found a new pattern. So I have started over with this stupid blanket for Blaine atleast three times. Blaine will be two weeks old tomorrow, and this is all I have completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201884236269885362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SDDOJvGSF7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Hp2PDVZ0WRA/s320/knitting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each color is 20 rows and 150 stiches and I am using size 9 needles.. I honestly don't think I stuck to the pattern, but I don't care. I need to finish Blaine's blanket. Maybe it will be complete when he is 7..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345341212721931625-1290722950491943157?l=smf0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/feeds/1290722950491943157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345341212721931625&amp;postID=1290722950491943157&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/1290722950491943157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/1290722950491943157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/2008/05/all-you-do-is-knit.html' title='&quot;all you do is knit&quot;'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02151552311663474268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R6sTrVy19vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P6mg5OOFw7U/S220/one.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SDDOJvGSF7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Hp2PDVZ0WRA/s72-c/knitting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345341212721931625.post-1930245785089342924</id><published>2008-05-18T11:31:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T12:24:39.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>not so secret-secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I love post secret, but I don't have to many secrets. So I have created my not so secret-secrets actually they are more like Statments.  So enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201753823882909570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SDBXivGSF4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/bcprRl-4Css/s320/wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201753600544610130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SDBXVvGSF1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/l_rfMpJZods/s320/bed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201753660674152290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SDBXZPGSF2I/AAAAAAAAAEo/b0PCOoQ94uw/s320/chiro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201753750868465522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SDBXefGSF3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/Yrz-bkzTdBY/s320/triplets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201753961321863058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SDBXqvGSF5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/MWSyC7q0mV4/s320/work.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345341212721931625-1930245785089342924?l=smf0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/feeds/1930245785089342924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345341212721931625&amp;postID=1930245785089342924&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/1930245785089342924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/1930245785089342924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/2008/05/not-so-secret-secrets.html' title='not so secret-secrets'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02151552311663474268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R6sTrVy19vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P6mg5OOFw7U/S220/one.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SDBXivGSF4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/bcprRl-4Css/s72-c/wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345341212721931625.post-2558120835569441660</id><published>2008-05-16T20:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T20:30:00.954-04:00</updated><title type='text'>millions to do no time..</title><content type='html'>It seems like these last few weeks have been crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I moved into my new apartment. Which is awesome.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nick got a brand new nephew, Blaine. possible one of the cutest babies I've seen in a while.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nick's brother started to date the great pumpkin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had to borrow money from the devil aka my mother who I will have to repay with 50% interest. blah...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today was career day.. Go Chiropractors!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tomorrow is an open house at the office. It's going to be fun Carson is going to come with me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My ipod doesn't seem to want to be connected to my laptop anymore, it's saying that i am not allowed to use this computer.. lame.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To top it off I have a dentist appointment on Thursday. BLAH! I hate hate HATE the dentist. My teeth are so sensitive, and shitty. I believe that on thursday I most likly will be donating money so Dr. Goldensoph can purchase a brand new speed boat for this summer! He better atleast take me out on Lake Huron, thats all I ask.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345341212721931625-2558120835569441660?l=smf0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/feeds/2558120835569441660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345341212721931625&amp;postID=2558120835569441660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/2558120835569441660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/2558120835569441660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/2008/05/millions-to-do-no-time.html' title='millions to do no time..'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02151552311663474268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R6sTrVy19vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P6mg5OOFw7U/S220/one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345341212721931625.post-5103819022059423288</id><published>2008-05-06T12:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T12:22:10.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you .. thank you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://image1.mapmuse.com/images/all/logo_AMERICAN_EAGLE.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to thank the following clothing store located at the Bay City Mall...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you &lt;em&gt;American Eagle Outfitters&lt;/em&gt; for designing khaki pants that fit me and then placing those pants on the clearance rack because they were orginally only $34.99 and now they are $32.58.. Thanks for that little discount I would have received for purchasing those pants.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you &lt;em&gt;Hollister, &lt;/em&gt;for creating pants that make me feel like a giant because the pants are to short and creating pants that I would be swimming in... Also good job on hiring employee's that do not discriminate.. I walked in wearing sweat pants and a hoodie and that chic up front was all &lt;em&gt;"Hey! Like how you doing? Welcome to Hollister! Try some of our like awesome pants on that we know won't fit you how you want them to! Oh yeah  like we are going out for beers later so maybe you should get  like a cute Hollister Tank to wear tonight they are only like 29.87 we've had them here for over a year! "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you &lt;em&gt;Aeropostale&lt;/em&gt; for creating clothing that would make me look like a 14 year old girl... I don't want to wear a monkey on my shirt and then have that shirt shrink after I wash it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you &lt;em&gt;Younkers&lt;/em&gt;, for once having nice clothing but then suddenly turning in to a TJMaxx look alike... I truly appreciate it. If I was going to a wedding you would be the number one place to go.. but not for stinking khaki pants...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you &lt;em&gt;Spencers Gifts&lt;/em&gt; for the &lt;a href="http://www.spencersonline.com/luv-stuff_pole-dancing/carmen-electra-professional-pole-kit/"&gt;Carmen Electra Professional Pole Kit&lt;/a&gt;. It will make a great addition in my apartment :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over all.. thank you to all the stores because I did not spend one dime...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345341212721931625-5103819022059423288?l=smf0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/feeds/5103819022059423288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345341212721931625&amp;postID=5103819022059423288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/5103819022059423288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/5103819022059423288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/2008/05/thank-you-thank-you.html' title='thank you .. thank you..'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02151552311663474268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R6sTrVy19vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P6mg5OOFw7U/S220/one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345341212721931625.post-6286856476748468209</id><published>2008-05-03T22:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T23:00:19.677-04:00</updated><title type='text'>long day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SB0mTOmXTfI/AAAAAAAAADo/cplYW-7JSDA/s1600-h/badguy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196351656833797618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SB0mTOmXTfI/AAAAAAAAADo/cplYW-7JSDA/s200/badguy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was such a long day. As mentioned before I was cast as an extra in &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.streetbossmovie.com"&gt;Street Boss&lt;/a&gt; ( an indie movie). We had to arrive at the location at 8 am and they kept us there to nearly 6 pm and I think they used me maybe 3 times. It was a lot of fun and I really met some amazing people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~Like &lt;em&gt;Kurt&lt;/em&gt;.. He had a good role to play! I wish I could have been that part! He wasn't to bad on the eyes either.. ( hey i can look! just no touching!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Ashley&lt;/em&gt;.. what a nice girl she was! she also teaches at Alma so take her class if you go there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~The Cox's&lt;/em&gt;.. The photographer and his wife, they were such sweet people. and they've meet Alice Cooper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~The poor kid who was missing Cinco de Mayo&lt;/em&gt;. I'm sorry you missed Cinco de Mayo :( and you had some good drawings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. The photo above is a still I stole from ABC 12. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345341212721931625-6286856476748468209?l=smf0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/feeds/6286856476748468209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345341212721931625&amp;postID=6286856476748468209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/6286856476748468209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/6286856476748468209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/2008/05/long-day.html' title='long day..'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02151552311663474268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R6sTrVy19vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P6mg5OOFw7U/S220/one.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SB0mTOmXTfI/AAAAAAAAADo/cplYW-7JSDA/s72-c/badguy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345341212721931625.post-7210728041923316803</id><published>2008-04-23T19:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T19:54:02.648-04:00</updated><title type='text'>shawna the movie star!</title><content type='html'>so i have been casted as an extra in a move being filmed in michigan.. its a mafia movie and i know its my big break. haha start calling me hollywood. ill post more info about this in a couple days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345341212721931625-7210728041923316803?l=smf0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/feeds/7210728041923316803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345341212721931625&amp;postID=7210728041923316803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/7210728041923316803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/7210728041923316803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/2008/04/shawna-movie-star.html' title='shawna the movie star!'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02151552311663474268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R6sTrVy19vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P6mg5OOFw7U/S220/one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345341212721931625.post-2509118312536875533</id><published>2008-04-18T11:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T11:59:45.432-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh thanks for denting my car!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mcdougallauto.com/carimages/5343ac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.mcdougallauto.com/carimages/5343ac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just got back from Meijers to get some strawberries ( thanks for raping me out of 3 dollars to get my strawberry fix meijers!. As I was walking from the actual store to my car I notice that my passenger side door is not lined up with the fender of the car. What in the world I am thinking. I know I haven't got into an accidents lately *knock on wood* but then I get to the driver side of my car and theres this HUGE dent right in the middle ovbiosuly from someone elses car. Granted I don't have the newest car on the block. It's still a newer car (2002).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first think I thought  of was my next door neighbors and my roommates.. Why you ask.. well those dumbasses have parties and invite people over and those people are ovbiously to stupid to realize that they just dented the car right next to theirs.. Honestly I can picture this on girl saying &lt;em&gt;"like ohhhh myy gawd! That  like car thats just like parked there just like scrapped my car up.."&lt;/em&gt;  Yeah no respect for other people's things.. How many more weeks until I get to move into my new aparment??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345341212721931625-2509118312536875533?l=smf0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/feeds/2509118312536875533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345341212721931625&amp;postID=2509118312536875533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/2509118312536875533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/2509118312536875533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-thanks-for-denting-my-car.html' title='oh thanks for denting my car!'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02151552311663474268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R6sTrVy19vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P6mg5OOFw7U/S220/one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345341212721931625.post-8609695487271752193</id><published>2008-04-17T10:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T10:40:16.219-04:00</updated><title type='text'>suck off alltel</title><content type='html'>So this week I got my cell phone bill from Alltel. Normally the bill is about 40.00 dollars. Its not to bad considering all the people I ever talk to are my mom, nick and my voice mail. So I look at the bill and it states $129.78. What the hell Im thinking.. I know I paid my bill on time last month why is there an extra 90 dollars on there? So I call the company..  The woman on the other line states that I am only covered in Michigan and Southern Wisconsin and the charges are from when I went to Tennessee. aka roaming charges.. What the hell? Why would I sign a contract up for Michigan and Southern Wisconsin? I know for a fact that when I first signed up with Alltel I picked the Nationwide plan. and the only places I called were my mother who has alltel and my voice mail. They charged me to call my voice mail! I was ticked. I asked the lady what I could do and she said "just pay your balance.." NO! I was ticked. I hung up the phone and called Nick. he said I should call back and bitch about it because it's bull crap. So I did just that. The poor lady that awnsered the phone.. She probably got an earfull. and I feel like a dick when I do that but how else is it going to get fixed. So the new lady I was talking to tells me oh we can fix that right away for you.. And she took care of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do employees at companys tell you oh we can't do that and then you call back and another person does exactly what you needed done..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that lady didn't remove that 90 dollar charge I would have gladly change cell phone providers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345341212721931625-8609695487271752193?l=smf0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/feeds/8609695487271752193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345341212721931625&amp;postID=8609695487271752193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/8609695487271752193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/8609695487271752193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/2008/04/suck-off-alltel.html' title='suck off alltel'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02151552311663474268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R6sTrVy19vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P6mg5OOFw7U/S220/one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345341212721931625.post-4181930504750294880</id><published>2008-04-15T10:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T11:15:27.237-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i saw it.. i saw it with my own eyes..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So last night while I was suppose to be asleep I watched Atonment. It was a really awesome movie. I suggest you watch it. It's amazing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;However one thing really bothers me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.independent.ie/multimedia/archive/00158/SaoirseRonan_opt_158378b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the character Briony at age 13. Notice the very blue eyes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="166" alt="" src="http://www.aolcdn.com/ch_celebrity/romola-garai-328450" border="0" /&gt; This is the character who plays Briony at age 18. In pictures her eyes are blue but in the movie her eyes appear to be a brown!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q197/cynwliu/1f42de52.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Finally is the last actor to play Briony Tallis. and she has blue eyes just like the first lass did..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;other than that little quirk it was a good movie. I suggest you buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345341212721931625-4181930504750294880?l=smf0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/feeds/4181930504750294880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345341212721931625&amp;postID=4181930504750294880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/4181930504750294880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/4181930504750294880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-saw-it-i-saw-it-with-my-own-eyes.html' title='i saw it.. i saw it with my own eyes..'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02151552311663474268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R6sTrVy19vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P6mg5OOFw7U/S220/one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345341212721931625.post-6982953713662171990</id><published>2008-04-14T21:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T22:25:41.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my dream list.</title><content type='html'>If you read &lt;a href="http://www.thesecret.tv/"&gt;The Secret&lt;/a&gt; you would know that it suggest to make a "Dream List". Being the believer of the Law of Attraction I actually have one hanging on the back of my door, next to my Magglio Ordonez poster .. I guess you actually could call it my "Dream Door"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.palmer.edu/newimages/logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand" height="170" alt="" src="http://www.palmer.edu/newimages/logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first thing I have on my dream door is this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; By Fall of 2009 I plan I attending my first trimester at Palmer College of Chiropractic in Iowa, to become a chiropractor. Why a chiropractor you ask? Well, I have experience, as a chiropractic assistant for 1 and half years now. Chiropractic just seems to make sense to me. I've never been one to goto the docotor because I was sick and I have never been able to swallow medication (blah). And I seriously can not see myself being bossed around by some "manager". I want to be the boss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.celtic-weddingrings.com/files/images/Trinity-Diamond-Engagement-Ring-Yellow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" height="200" alt="" src="http://www.celtic-weddingrings.com/files/images/Trinity-Diamond-Engagement-Ring-Yellow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Second goal would be one of these bad ass things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- &lt;/strong&gt;An engagment ring. Now Nick and I have discussed marriage and we have decided that we will marry when I finish school. Lately he has been saying when I finish Chiropractic College.... Which would be 2012.. yeah a long ass time from now. So on my board it states 'Engaged by May '08'. I am pretty sure he seen it when he was here a couple a weeks ago, so maybe he got the hint... If not I could always make him &lt;a href="http://www.glamour.com/lifestyle/dobetter/articles/2006/07/10/engagementchicken05feb"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sixpackabsguide.com/image-files/female-abs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" height="154" alt="" src="http://www.sixpackabsguide.com/image-files/female-abs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My third goal is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be toned up. I realize that I am already pretty skinny, and I eat pretty health compared to most college students. I just wimp out when it comes to excercise. I know that I need to start to. I can just hear my mother nagging me "Shawna, your going to get fat when you get older!" It's kinda depressing but she says it all the stinking time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/3/30/20040804_Milwaukee_Dads_Packer_Practice_31_Small_Web_view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" height="182" alt="" src="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/3/30/20040804_Milwaukee_Dads_Packer_Practice_31_Small_Web_view.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My final goal, is more future focused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I become a sucessful chiropractic, I want Nick to stay at home with our children. I basically want to be the bread winner for the family and have Nick be the stay-at-home dad. We have discussed this and he said he is perfectly fine with it as long as I let him go on hunter excursions.. Plus I would rather have one of us raise our future children instead of some lady who is watching 8 other kids..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345341212721931625-6982953713662171990?l=smf0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/feeds/6982953713662171990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345341212721931625&amp;postID=6982953713662171990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/6982953713662171990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/6982953713662171990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-dream-list.html' title='my dream list.'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02151552311663474268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R6sTrVy19vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P6mg5OOFw7U/S220/one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345341212721931625.post-6868067603120477208</id><published>2008-04-14T16:37:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T17:02:39.792-04:00</updated><title type='text'>im not dead fool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;nope, sorry I am not dead. I just had some crazy things going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To start off my parents got married, not in Michigan however.. in Tennessee... yeah it's like a 12 hour trip! crazyyy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Nick and I went to Kentucky first to see Nick's friend Phil.. Yeah complete hill billy. Then to Tennessee. it was fun. ( haha I feel like a third grader or something)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SAPB9sJQKMI/AAAAAAAAABo/lv9ROL-eE5M/s1600-h/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189204461227092162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SAPB9sJQKMI/AAAAAAAAABo/lv9ROL-eE5M/s320/02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then last Thursday I celerbrated my 21st birthday! yeah I know about time huh? I've only been drinking in the bar illegally for the past 3 years! And because I have such nice friends they decided to be my paparazzi and follow me around all night! So enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;-- This is a picture of Nick and I.. I think it was about 3:30.... in the afternoon. My cousin Kelly came over at 11:00 am and thats when we got started... it was a looooooooong day for Mr. Nick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SAPCVMJQKNI/AAAAAAAAABw/L0Nx-vKEttY/s1600-h/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189204864954018002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SAPCVMJQKNI/AAAAAAAAABw/L0Nx-vKEttY/s320/04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;In this picture I was dancing.. or showing Casey how to dance.. Not to sure what was exactly going on...I had told the owner of the bar that all I wanted to do for my birthday was DANCE. So they got a DJ.. isnt that sweet? --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SAPCysJQKOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4tv743HmQnI/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189205371760158946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SAPCysJQKOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4tv743HmQnI/s320/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;--- My paprazzi ..I mean friend Jennie, made Nick and I kiss until she got a stinking picture of it.. Poor Nick doesn't remember doing this.. but we did.. pictures the proof. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These next ones are kind of a blur/ I have no explaination for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SAPEHcJQKQI/AAAAAAAAACI/Zkg0xhMFYCQ/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189206827754072322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SAPEHcJQKQI/AAAAAAAAACI/Zkg0xhMFYCQ/s200/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SAPEHMJQKPI/AAAAAAAAACA/FHxc_Zte-WY/s1600-h/09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189206823459105010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SAPEHMJQKPI/AAAAAAAAACA/FHxc_Zte-WY/s200/09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SAPEHsJQKRI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WVgb97xUst8/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189206832049039634" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SAPEHsJQKRI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WVgb97xUst8/s200/16.jpg" width="187" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SAPE4cJQKUI/AAAAAAAAACo/V0CWEJXocL8/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189207669567662402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SAPE4cJQKUI/AAAAAAAAACo/V0CWEJXocL8/s200/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SAPFaMJQKVI/AAAAAAAAACw/CBMdFeXAe1Q/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189208249388247378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SAPFaMJQKVI/AAAAAAAAACw/CBMdFeXAe1Q/s320/18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Then as you can tell.. I got into a fight... okay maybe not, but I went to high school with that girl and she was getting mad because she was showing people her boobs and her ass, and her aunt said she was getting to "wild"..pshh I would be mad too! ha to wild...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that was it. it was great. Nick puked. I was the sober driver by the end of the night.. and I got 70 dollars for nothing.. sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345341212721931625-6868067603120477208?l=smf0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/feeds/6868067603120477208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345341212721931625&amp;postID=6868067603120477208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/6868067603120477208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/6868067603120477208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-not-dead-fool.html' title='im not dead fool'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02151552311663474268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R6sTrVy19vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P6mg5OOFw7U/S220/one.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/SAPB9sJQKMI/AAAAAAAAABo/lv9ROL-eE5M/s72-c/02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345341212721931625.post-4961762113510225579</id><published>2008-03-27T06:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T06:35:58.510-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phil sleeps in til noon'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In less than thirty minutes I will be making a 7 hour trip down to kentucky to see Nick's friend Phil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil is your average hillbilly, ( ie. knocked up some chick, has 3 hunting dogs, lots of hunting guns, even talks like one!) He said tomorrow he is taking us hiking... I'm soooooo thrilled. I just want to make it to Tennessee by 6 o'clock Phil....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please wake up before noon.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345341212721931625-4961762113510225579?l=smf0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/feeds/4961762113510225579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345341212721931625&amp;postID=4961762113510225579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/4961762113510225579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/4961762113510225579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-less-than-thirty-minutes-i-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02151552311663474268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R6sTrVy19vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P6mg5OOFw7U/S220/one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345341212721931625.post-8038171683014364589</id><published>2008-03-24T13:47:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T17:19:47.610-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magglio'/><title type='text'>the countdown begins..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R-gKf0vWn9I/AAAAAAAAABY/tj8y5xMfeXk/s1600-h/himag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181402913139236818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R-gKf0vWn9I/AAAAAAAAABY/tj8y5xMfeXk/s200/himag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you didnt know I love love lovvvvvvvvvvvvvvveeeeeeeeeee Magglio Ordonez. If you dont know who he is.. Google him. NOW. He is possible the greatest baseball player I have ever seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R-fq0UvWn8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/w2DiIxai5AI/s1600-h/l_381160093ce05b3a134a8a005feb90b5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Granted I only started watching baseball 3 years ago and decided that I "needed a Tiger" I choose Mr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I once suggested that Nick should install Air Conditioning in the mansion that Magglio and I would share one day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Other than that I can not truly express my love fo&lt;a href="http://a198.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/108/l_0b73b07c0e364cb721839c8a12e96515.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;r Mr. Ordonez enough. Enjoy pictures of me and my love :-)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://a198.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/108/l_0b73b07c0e364cb721839c8a12e96515.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345341212721931625-8038171683014364589?l=smf0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/feeds/8038171683014364589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345341212721931625&amp;postID=8038171683014364589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/8038171683014364589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/8038171683014364589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/2008/03/countdown-begins.html' title='the countdown begins..'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02151552311663474268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R6sTrVy19vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P6mg5OOFw7U/S220/one.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R-gKf0vWn9I/AAAAAAAAABY/tj8y5xMfeXk/s72-c/himag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345341212721931625.post-6014793799691236364</id><published>2008-03-19T22:24:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T22:46:17.435-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my little buddy'/><title type='text'>but you yell at me like my mama!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R-HL2EvWn6I/AAAAAAAAABA/GAiviY3kYuM/s1600-h/carson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179645176298512290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R-HL2EvWn6I/AAAAAAAAABA/GAiviY3kYuM/s320/carson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love my nephew Carson. He is 3 and is quite the little pistol. Half the time, I have no clue where he comes up with the crap he does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Example 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;-- Carson.) We went to Pottery Barn a couple of weeks ago. He climbs into this duck hamper thing, pulls the lid over his head and starts quacking. like a duck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Example 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Same night, we goto Target so Jess can look at some maternity jeans and she asked me to watch him while she tried on the pants. So I agreed. Then Carson says "Mama!" and I told him "shes trying on some pants buddy". Then Carson tells me "Noooo your my Mama!" hes giggling now.. "No, I'm Shawna! Not Mama!" "Nope your my mama" this went on back and forth for a good 5 minutes. Finally he goes "but you yell at me like my mama!" They kid had a point. I do yell at him but only if hes misbehaving. I would expect Jess to do the same to my kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Example 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We were searching for easter baskets and we passed these stuffed sheep and he tells me "Shawna this is perfect! It's just what you need a sheepy!" , then he finds this other toy where you put jelly beans in a cows mouth and push down on its back and it poops out the jelly bean. he would not shut up about it. the kid is poop/butt obsessed haha. "Poop-a-daisy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Example 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We then drive to my house and he wants to come in. Jess decides its okay to go in and we go inside. Andrew's inside and Carson was pretty excited. Then he decides he wants a tour of the upstairs. Andrew takes him up there and shows him where everyone sleeps. Carson comes running down the stairs "Shawna! Want to see where you sleep?!!?". Because I never knew where I was sleeping I let him show me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Example 5:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jess and Carson were getting ready to head home,Carson runs up to me, gives me a hug and a kiss and then he thanks me for going shopping with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love that kid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-80444fd1e5876150" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D80444fd1e5876150%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329932447%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D18455C83FEAA1F999CBBA825041F1150D7FEC55B.1604EF5D2B9E67D8B49FF297BA2264BE6DD47A4C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D80444fd1e5876150%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDlp-GJ1bI-sonDZz03YBiTCq5S4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D80444fd1e5876150%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329932447%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D18455C83FEAA1F999CBBA825041F1150D7FEC55B.1604EF5D2B9E67D8B49FF297BA2264BE6DD47A4C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D80444fd1e5876150%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDlp-GJ1bI-sonDZz03YBiTCq5S4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here is the Duck video incase you wanted to see the goofy kid in action!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345341212721931625-6014793799691236364?l=smf0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=80444fd1e5876150&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/feeds/6014793799691236364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345341212721931625&amp;postID=6014793799691236364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/6014793799691236364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/6014793799691236364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/2008/03/crazy-kid.html' title='but you yell at me like my mama!'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02151552311663474268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R6sTrVy19vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P6mg5OOFw7U/S220/one.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R-HL2EvWn6I/AAAAAAAAABA/GAiviY3kYuM/s72-c/carson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345341212721931625.post-947179989679312207</id><published>2008-03-17T17:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T23:05:40.496-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roommates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parties'/><title type='text'>tip of the iceberg</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last week my two roomies went to Florida for spring break or something like that. I had the whole apartment all to my self ( it was nice!). Any other time, the boys don't bother talking to me, but before they let they told me "make sure you lock the apartment at all times!" not sure if they were looking out for my safety or just didn't want their crap stolen. I did as I was told, locked the doors everytime I left and everytime I was home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Friday, I had to goto a Chiropractic Assistant Seminar, so I locked the doors as I was told and left to drive to Brooklyn. Got to Brooklyn, drank beers with my boss, blah blah blah (boring I know. Then Saturday, I get home and my living room is trashed. I was like "What the hell? It was clean when I left Friday." So I went to check the back door. It was unlocked. At this point I am kicking my self, wondering how I could be so stupid. Then I remembered that our neighbors and my roommates have the same circle of friends. So I went and knocked on their door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"WHO IS IT!" I told them who it was. they let me in, then this one boy Dustin( he doesn't even live in my apartment complex!) says " Yeah! haha We got in through the back door!" nice.. now atleast I knew who the culprits were. I left their apartment and packed up all my crap to head up north. I locked the doors, to make sure nobody would get in this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I got to my apartment this morning and the door is unlocked and I am thinking, what the heck, I know I locked the doors when I left. I walk in and my living room is trashed and there was some strange guy sleeping on my couch that I didn't even know. I knew that the boys would be back tonight so I started to clean. I didn't worry about the jackass sleeping on my couch so I didn't even try to be quiet. I cleaned dishes, swept floors,picked up beer cans, fixed a lamp. then the kid wakes up. I basically introduced myself to him and was like Hi I'm Shawna, I live here. he goes. I'm Migel.. then he asked for a glass of water and I was like yeah whatever. Then Doug(another friend of the boys) comes down stairs, "oh your almost done cleaning?" yup.. just cleaning the mess you asses made. then Migel asked where Ryan and Eddie lived. Doug and I told him.. um next door. duh. Migel went to thier apartment and then Doug vaccummed for me. then he went to class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I went upstairs to work on a paper I had due later in the day and I hear my front door open. Great I thought whos here now. all of a sudden the person starts walking up the stairs so I started walking down them to see who it was. turns out I scared the kid. and it was a kid i went to high school with named Mac. He talked with me for a bit then went back next door. I finished my paper and went to class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I got back from class and opened my door and seen a notice from the Apartment Manager stating that me and my roommates had been to loud on saturday. WE WEREN'T EVEN AROUND ON SATURDAY!!!!! IT WAS ALL THE DUMB FUCKS WHO STAYED HERE! I was a little ticked I went next door and asked if they had the same letter and they said yes, so Eddie and I went to the managers office, but she couldn't do anything for me because I'm not on the lease. So I said whatever and then called Andrew to explain to him what was going on. He didn't awnser. Then I heard a knock at my door again, it was Mac, again. So I let him in and he talked for a while then I told him I had to goto class and he goes okay seeya. so we left the apartment, he went next door and I went to class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;While in class my phone started to ring. It was Andrew and I knew it was important to take so I went outside to talk to him. I explain the whole story and he said not to worry he would take care of it.   Class got out early tonight and I drove home. I walked into my house and up the stairs and into my room to throw my books on my bed. and it wasnt even my bed in my room. It was Josh's bed. I was ticked. I ran down the stairs and next door. Knocked on the door and Mac goes "its locked!" and I said "open in."Finally they let me in and i was like did you fucking move my bed? and both(Mac and Dustin of them were like "what noo what are you talking about" and im all like "what the fuck ever", so i left their house and ran into Doug again and hes like "dude what's wrong" and i told him "my fucking bed is in Josh's room. He must have ran over to Eddie's apartment to see what the deal was, but then he came right back to my apartment. I was upstairs pulling out Josh's bed from my room trying to get it in the hallway so I could get my futon out of his room, then Eddie came yelled "what the hell are you doing!" Doug then told him what Mac and Dustin had done, Eddietried to help. and then Igot really really pissed I've never seen me so angry. I screamed Fuck at the top of my lungs and I punched Josh's door, he has a little hole in it now(okay maybe a dent!). but then Josh and Andrew get home and Josh is like WTF and he got really pissed off and went to Eddie's and started screaming at Dustin and Mac and then Andrew was yelling at them for partying and breaking into our apartment and letting weirdo's sleep on our couch. Then everyone was cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I would also like to point out that I don't talk like a valley girl like totally...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345341212721931625-947179989679312207?l=smf0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/feeds/947179989679312207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345341212721931625&amp;postID=947179989679312207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/947179989679312207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/947179989679312207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/2008/03/tip-of-iceberg.html' title='tip of the iceberg'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02151552311663474268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R6sTrVy19vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P6mg5OOFw7U/S220/one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345341212721931625.post-2424429815475895651</id><published>2008-03-12T19:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T22:00:02.039-04:00</updated><title type='text'>randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe you didnt know but....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I eat venison &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Owen Wilson's name makes me orgasim.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am like your grandma because I knit, crotchet and scrapbook&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am from a small Michagantown, but was born in a big city in Texas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am known to be funny and sarcastic, I aspire to be the next Lucille Ball.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am a Budlight enthusiast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I goto college &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My grandpa used to call me SNP.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I HATE eggs, oreos, peanut butter and fish. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am a genealogist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You could call me a "Brodie-touch-er"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cocky is the best way to describe me. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like to have a timeline of what I will do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think Nick is pretty awesome.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He makes me tell him how awesome he is all the time..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a sister who is 14, but could seriously pass as my twin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I do not wake up easily in the morning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I HATE people who "think" they know everything about you, when they really don't... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I work as a Chiropractic Assistant. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's very demanding, I love how it's different every day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can not drive a snowmobile like a Boyd, but someday I WILL!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I used to be a cheerleader and I miss it so..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I only have a few close friends.Family is close to my heart.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I start to have kids, I will name one Maximus and Nick is going to stay home and watch all our kids.. HAHA!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't like when people touch my things.I am somewhat private.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate when people leave things open... ie. cupboards.. bathroom doors when you are peeing (*cough*JOHNBOY!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I turn 21 in less than a month!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to be in a movie with Seth Rogen and Will Ferrall.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345341212721931625-2424429815475895651?l=smf0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/feeds/2424429815475895651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345341212721931625&amp;postID=2424429815475895651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/2424429815475895651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/2424429815475895651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/2008/03/randomness.html' title='randomness'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02151552311663474268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R6sTrVy19vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P6mg5OOFw7U/S220/one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345341212721931625.post-4255027481634486163</id><published>2008-03-05T22:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T21:59:09.754-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dateline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chiropractor'/><title type='text'>call me a slacker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Slacker Shawna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well actually you should not call me a slacker because I have been working my ass off at work. Which means my ass is not typing on this computer, and because I have been working my ass off I have also been losing sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So work is awesome. I love it. however... I do not love this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"OHHHH you must be the new high school co-op!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I will be 21 in less than a month. My boyfriend is 27.. I have been practically married to him for 3 years.. I have been out of high school for more than 3 years. Sometimes I just kinda laugh it off. like oh yeah haha.. i look young. but its seriously getting to the point where its out of control. I have no idea how to make my self look older.. I'm sure people might disagree, and say oh its a good think to look younger.. I dont want to be the 21 year old girl who looks like shes 16 and is dating a 27 year old.. unless i was on "to catch a predator" i think those dicks should die. or Nick says we should chop off those perverts nuts... ( i love how vulgar he is...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;well ive ranted enought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345341212721931625-4255027481634486163?l=smf0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/feeds/4255027481634486163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345341212721931625&amp;postID=4255027481634486163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/4255027481634486163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/4255027481634486163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/2008/03/call-me-slacker.html' title='call me a slacker'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02151552311663474268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R6sTrVy19vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P6mg5OOFw7U/S220/one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345341212721931625.post-8401307265236259513</id><published>2008-02-18T22:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T21:57:47.357-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lame'/><title type='text'>today was lame.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.vims.edu/bio/microbial/Ice20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.vims.edu/bio/microbial/Ice20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I was going to leave my house up north to come down here to goto school. I look out my window and seen this (see photo to left). Yuck I thought no way im getting out of here till later! Which I didn't care because I got to sleep in/cuddle with Nick somemore :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When I did get down here, I just went to school and crap. Nothing exciting. I am getting excited for my Tennessee trip though! Less than a month to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;other than that. today was lame. the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. That wasn't really my back yard. just an image I pulled off of google images... duh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345341212721931625-8401307265236259513?l=smf0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/feeds/8401307265236259513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345341212721931625&amp;postID=8401307265236259513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/8401307265236259513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/8401307265236259513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-was-lame.html' title='today was lame.'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02151552311663474268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R6sTrVy19vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P6mg5OOFw7U/S220/one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345341212721931625.post-2265551889032874385</id><published>2008-02-14T13:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T13:34:19.552-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I-75'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vfuckingday'/><title type='text'>northward bound.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I-75 and I have a date tonight.. It's going to be hot. I love how black and smooth he is....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;happy vagina fucking day :-) get laid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345341212721931625-2265551889032874385?l=smf0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/feeds/2265551889032874385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345341212721931625&amp;postID=2265551889032874385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/2265551889032874385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/2265551889032874385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/2008/02/northward-bound.html' title='northward bound.'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02151552311663474268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R6sTrVy19vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P6mg5OOFw7U/S220/one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345341212721931625.post-1679430956843165302</id><published>2008-02-14T01:46:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T21:57:19.788-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vfuckingday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Superbad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shit beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pottymouth'/><title type='text'>happy v-fucking day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R7Pk7jJSuAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Cfdf2dkjx9U/s1600-h/sick.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166724909221722114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R7Pk7jJSuAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Cfdf2dkjx9U/s200/sick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So because when I left Jess's house tonight I was CRAVING a beer. I drank some of my roommates, and because I live with cheap-o's I had to drink Busch Light... (yucko)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then I got to thinking... What the fuck it's February 14th. V-Fucking Day. Oh I am sure I know what you are thinking.. I really do... &lt;em&gt;"But Sophia, It's Valentines Day! There's no need to be so vulgar!" &lt;/em&gt;So shut up your not my mom. V-Fucking Day &lt;strong&gt;DOES NOT&lt;/strong&gt; stand for no Valentines Day. Honestly thats the shittest holiday I have ever heard of. Trust me, I love getting gifts but, why just one day? Why not EVERYDAY? So to me V-Fucking Day stands for Vagina Fucking Day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh yeah, Vagina Fucking Day. That's right I said it and it's not the shitty beer kicking in. I only had one damn it! The reason it is Vagina Fucking Day is because... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bonnefee.co.uk/acatalog/heartbanglebg.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.fredericks.com/product.asp?catalog%5Fname=Holiday2002&amp;amp;category%5Fname=Lingerie-Motif&amp;amp;product%5Fid=91066"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;. and you know what women get for men? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://image.orientaltrading.com/otcimg/48_664.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;. So because men out do us ladies we feel the need to lay on the ground an spread 'em! Trust me I don't care. I'm DTF ( down to fuck-- watch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.sonypictures.com/homevideo/superbad/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;superbad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I noticed this trend has started younger and younger. Here are some examples of Valentines Cards from my childhood supporting my whole V-Fucking Day theory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="163" alt="" src="http://www.greet2k.com/events/valentine/hugskisses/enlarge/boygirl.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;3rd Grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"my weiner is tingly when you a near. love, Scotty H."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/trueneutral/Human%20Inbox/Android-Thumper.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 5th grade - not sure but I think his light saber represents a co-ck. Thanks Randy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166733838458730514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="166" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R7PtDTJSuBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/km2tpB66EPw/s200/vday.jpg" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;5th Grade -Aww little Allen Ruby. Kid never did spell his name right... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="196" alt="" src="http://www.drawntoplease.com/images/!valentinegig.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;7th Grade. Katie Clark. the back states "C&lt;em&gt;ome on Sexy, I promise you'll like playing on my team"&lt;/em&gt; Needless to say Katie sent this card to every girl in class and now goes by the name of Keith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.random-noise.net/pictures/valentine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;High School Freshman year 2001-2002. Thanks Azzarh Mohammad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345341212721931625-1679430956843165302?l=smf0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/feeds/1679430956843165302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345341212721931625&amp;postID=1679430956843165302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/1679430956843165302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/1679430956843165302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-v-fucking-day.html' title='happy v-fucking day'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02151552311663474268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R6sTrVy19vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P6mg5OOFw7U/S220/one.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R7Pk7jJSuAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Cfdf2dkjx9U/s72-c/sick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345341212721931625.post-553321669701237549</id><published>2008-02-12T23:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T10:39:19.102-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nip/Tuck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crystal'/><title type='text'>nip/tuck how i love thee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a8/lulugirl896/NipTuck-FlatStan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a8/lulugirl896/NipTuck-FlatStan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So last semster when my friend Crystal stayed with me we watch Nip/Tuck from season 1 -4 and I have recently began watching season 5 and tonights episode.. WHOA what the hell!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Due to the fact that Crystal doesn't have FX at her apartment, I send her text messages to keep her upto date. I will post my texts in &lt;strong&gt;Bold&lt;/strong&gt;. Crystal's replying texts will be in &lt;em&gt;Italics&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So the beginning of the episode we see Matt and flash backs of his man-lady-love Ava, way back in season 3 or something. Some flashbacks of Kimber.. &lt;strong&gt;Niptuck up date. Flashbacks of Matt and Ava gag.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ooh I hope she comes back lol. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No. No Ava I hate her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then we see the burn victim Matt is lusting over at this moment. he brings her flowers and chocolates and hebrew books. &lt;strong&gt;Now Matt has a fling w/ a burn victim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then we listen to a review of Sean in Hearts and Scalpes. Honestly I hate that they are doing a show within a show. sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Next patient is a cute Little Georgia Peach.. iIlove her already she's cute southern girl like myself( I was born in Texas!!). Christian fixes her mug and trys to introduce her to Matt. and Matt's all like.. no way I's lovin' Ms. Burns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then we see Julia.&lt;strong&gt;Ugh I hate Julia. She is dying or something. I keep hoping a big plane will crash into her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hah nice! I wish a plane would hit her too :) and I totally am almost sleeping...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Great my person to update decides it's time to sleep.... &lt;strong&gt;Also my new roommate is kinda hunky. I wouldn't mind touching his Brodie. haha.&lt;/strong&gt; (*chirps* nothing back from Crystal....) anyway the show must go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sean gives the reviewer a make over, blah blah blah, the burn victim tells Matt that she's not attracted to her. So then matt makes a move on my little georgia peach (NOOO don't wreck her!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Suddenly it shows asses in there air like little bunnies... Then LGP says "I'm so happy I gave my virginity to you!" Matt says "oh yea? I am honored!" Then LGP says.. "This week has been so great! First I get to meet my father, then I get my face fixed and then I got to fuck the shit out of you!" and matt's all like "WHOA! meet your father?" and shes like "yeah, that nice plastic surgeon." instantly you hear me saying &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHMYGOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;OMG MATT JUST SLEPT W/ HIS SISTER! Sorry to wake u up.&lt;/strong&gt; (*chirps*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then LGP and Matt find blogs where theres some incestual loving.. then we see Julia again (gag) and she's with Eden. Eden is trying to kill Julia off (even more reason why I love Eden). Julia finds out and threatens Eden. She decides to pack and leave and then realizes Julias packin some heat. Eden points the gun at Julia and than............. black out. I don't know if Julia's FINALLY dead or what. But I pray to the Nip/Tuck gods' she is deader than a doornail, because I hate that lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345341212721931625-553321669701237549?l=smf0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/feeds/553321669701237549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345341212721931625&amp;postID=553321669701237549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/553321669701237549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/553321669701237549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/2008/02/niptuck-how-i-love-thee.html' title='nip/tuck how i love thee'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02151552311663474268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R6sTrVy19vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P6mg5OOFw7U/S220/one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345341212721931625.post-8846460344156881921</id><published>2008-02-12T12:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T12:09:27.184-04:00</updated><title type='text'>encyclopedia of characters.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have created a list of people that I mention quite often in my blog. An Encyclopedia of Characters you could say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nick:&lt;/strong&gt; My ever so loving boyfriend. This man means the world to me. From the moment I met him I wanted to run away and marry him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Josh M:&lt;/strong&gt; This kid I have known since I was 3. He's one of my roommates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goose:&lt;/strong&gt; Nick's baby brother. He is also a roommate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adam:&lt;/strong&gt; My Penpal. I have talked to Adam for over 4 years on the computer. We went to highschool together but we have never talked in real life. I did have him in a mythology class though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cola:&lt;/strong&gt;My baby sister. Shes my mini me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt; duh. my mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad:&lt;/strong&gt; my dad.. jeez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Granny/Jess:&lt;/strong&gt; Nick's younger sister. I see her about once a week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Josh B: &lt;/strong&gt;Nick's older brother ( he has a big family huh?). I love Josh but sometimes he's grumpy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carson:&lt;/strong&gt; Jess's son. Nick's nephew . The coolest kid I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnboy and Cathy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; Good Friends that we see once a awhile, but we love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steph: &lt;/strong&gt;One of the few nice people I've met at school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And that's all for now. maybe I'll type more after work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345341212721931625-8846460344156881921?l=smf0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/feeds/8846460344156881921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345341212721931625&amp;postID=8846460344156881921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/8846460344156881921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/8846460344156881921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/2008/02/encyclopedia-of-characters.html' title='encyclopedia of characters.'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02151552311663474268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R6sTrVy19vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P6mg5OOFw7U/S220/one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345341212721931625.post-2746682719815399597</id><published>2008-02-11T23:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T10:37:53.867-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Donte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Math'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late night calls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='msn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adam'/><title type='text'>who calls at 11 pm to talk about fractions?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ookay so... I just got a phone call.... and I was talking to my penpal Adam on msn. I will show you the conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shawna says:&lt;/strong&gt;so strange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shawna says:&lt;/strong&gt;i just got a call from this Donte kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shawna says:&lt;/strong&gt;okay and he tells me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;eh. says&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;Donte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;eh. says&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;eh. says&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:say no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shawna says&lt;/strong&gt;:"shawna?" and i said yeah 'memeber me from da book store. you waz gonna sell me a book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shawna says&lt;/strong&gt;:and im like what? i wasnt in the book store since i bought books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shawna says&lt;/strong&gt;:and hes like maybe it waz a couple weekz ago or somethang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shawna says&lt;/strong&gt;:and then i said.. is this Donte from math class? and he said yeah yeah its me shorty i waz wonderin if you any good with fractionz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;eh. says&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shawna says&lt;/strong&gt;:im like no. and he goes oh sorry to bother you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shawna says&lt;/strong&gt;:then he hung up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shawna says&lt;/strong&gt;:who calls at 11 at night to talk about fractions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345341212721931625-2746682719815399597?l=smf0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/feeds/2746682719815399597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345341212721931625&amp;postID=2746682719815399597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/2746682719815399597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/2746682719815399597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/2008/02/who-calls-at-11-pm-to-talk-about.html' title='who calls at 11 pm to talk about fractions?'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02151552311663474268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R6sTrVy19vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P6mg5OOFw7U/S220/one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345341212721931625.post-5736102486359959307</id><published>2008-02-11T17:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T17:16:33.632-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pineapple head'/><title type='text'>Pineapple head</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i222.photobucket.com/albums/dd209/shawnafleming05/comm.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i222.photobucket.com/albums/dd209/shawnafleming05/comm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i222.photobucket.com/albums/dd209/shawnafleming05/comm.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;{an open letter to my Communication's professor.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you see this lady? &lt;---------- I drew her. That is actually what my Marketing and Communications professor looks like. Every time I see her she has pineapple head. It's sick... &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Please, Ms. Pineapple head change your hair style... Straighten it or something.. Please, do not be lazy and not do your hair. Sure don't get me wrong. I goto class with my hair a mess, but at that point I am also wearing sweats... You do not wear sweats. you should wear dress clothes.. (Oh yeah, I seen your 1987 jeans last Monday!) Also you need to cancel class/let us out early more often, people don't want to sit through 3 hours of your &lt;em&gt;blah blah blah&lt;/em&gt;. Fuck you don't even stay on topic half the time.... Yeah.. You better shape up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and now &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a horrible headache and I might try to take a nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345341212721931625-5736102486359959307?l=smf0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/feeds/5736102486359959307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345341212721931625&amp;postID=5736102486359959307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/5736102486359959307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/5736102486359959307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/2008/02/pineapple-head.html' title='Pineapple head'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02151552311663474268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R6sTrVy19vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P6mg5OOFw7U/S220/one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345341212721931625.post-2705481109599713699</id><published>2008-02-11T12:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T21:53:13.775-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Math'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chiropractor'/><title type='text'>Tomorrow will be too late to enjoy what you can do today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am so excited! Today is going very good! I got that quote in my fortune cookie today during lunch and I believe it is a very true statement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you didn't know. I suck ass at math. It is not my cup of soup. As a result I am placed in the beginners math class in school. Last Monday we had a test on chapters 1-3. Guess what! I got 85% on the test! I was soooooo excited. After I got out of class I hurried and called my boyfriend, Nick. He was being goofy and said I should have got 95%. But I was so stinking excited because I seriously suck at math. I bet that was the highest score I have ever gotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was nice to see Nick at home this weekend. I miss that kid like crazy! It's strange that you can see someone everyday for two years straight and then only see someone on the weekends. Well crusing the craft blogs I found &lt;a href="http://tessaann.blogspot.com/"&gt;this blog&lt;/a&gt;. Tessa has some amazing albums. I plan on making &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kF3WdRmW5zg/R5PS7WinJyI/AAAAAAAAAWU/0-JM5L2vAZQ/s1600-h/IMG_0206.JPG"&gt;one like this&lt;/a&gt; for Nick :-) I think he'll like it. If not I will!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Also I mentioned last Thursday that I had a job interview. Well.... I GOT THE JOB!! I am excited! I start tomorrow. I even get fancy work shirts and everything :-) I'll have to let you know more about that tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, thats all for now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345341212721931625-2705481109599713699?l=smf0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/feeds/2705481109599713699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345341212721931625&amp;postID=2705481109599713699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/2705481109599713699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/2705481109599713699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/2008/02/tomorrow-will-be-too-late-to-enjoy-what.html' title='Tomorrow will be too late to enjoy what you can do today.'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02151552311663474268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R6sTrVy19vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P6mg5OOFw7U/S220/one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345341212721931625.post-5531480193078368970</id><published>2008-02-10T20:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T20:31:17.282-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bell'/><title type='text'>i hate loving you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So my friend Alex* makes me very mad. He's an old boyfriend. I used to love him. Than I hated him. and now we are just friends. This is what he does; he wraps you around that little pinky of his, then when you least expect it. Ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;m! He drops a bomb and pisses you off and yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It makes me mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If I ever see him I might punch him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then I'll hug him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345341212721931625-5531480193078368970?l=smf0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/feeds/5531480193078368970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345341212721931625&amp;postID=5531480193078368970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/5531480193078368970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/5531480193078368970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-hate-loving-you.html' title='i hate loving you'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02151552311663474268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R6sTrVy19vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P6mg5OOFw7U/S220/one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345341212721931625.post-6064816626096329071</id><published>2008-02-07T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T12:34:31.508-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roommates'/><title type='text'>"My roommate got a pet elephant. Then it got lost. It's in the apartment somewhere.”</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, I have kinda a crazy living situation down here in at school. I don't live in the dorms.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;instead I live in an apartment off campus. I don't live by myself or with a bunch of girls. No, I live with three guys. Let's call them Bill*, George* and Jack*. Jack seems to work a lot so I don't see much of him. Bill and George work at the same resturant and instead of being on a normal persons sleep schedule they are on this late night schedule. So every night Bill and George come home at 2 in the morning while I am sleeping... and perceed to invite &lt;strong&gt;over every&lt;/strong&gt; person they work with. This get extremly irritated considering the fact that I have to wake up at 7:00 to get ready and goto my class on time. The thing is they don't care that they are loud. from my bedroom I can hear &lt;strong&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/strong&gt; that is said downstairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, around 11:30, I was in the bathroom, getting ready for my interview later today and Bill sees me. "Oh look at you all dress up.." yeah I have an interview... you would know that if you actually talked to me more..... (thats what I thought). Then this girl walks out of his bed room and he says "Shawna, this is Betsy*... Betsy, this is Shawna - you don't see much of her because she's always in her cave" ......... Thanks Bill. Sorry that I don't wait up until 2 in the morning and get drunk with you and George and then sleep until 12 or 1 o'clock in the afternoon. Thats not my life style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't get me wrong or anything. I like to have beers once and a while. But not every single night. I am trying to finish school, get my degree and have a decent job. That's my rant for the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;*** for personal reasons I have changed the names of these indiviuals.***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345341212721931625-6064816626096329071?l=smf0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/feeds/6064816626096329071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345341212721931625&amp;postID=6064816626096329071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/6064816626096329071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345341212721931625/posts/default/6064816626096329071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smf0.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-roommate-got-pet-elephant-then-it.html' title='&quot;My roommate got a pet elephant. Then it got lost. It&apos;s in the apartment somewhere.”'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02151552311663474268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MzWGNGYvpNk/R6sTrVy19vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P6mg5OOFw7U/S220/one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345341212721931625.post-2603954320315487713</id><published>2008-02-07T09:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T09:54:16.687-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job interview'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chiropractor'/><title type='text'>snow snow and more snow!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v196/6/53/21716082/n21716082_36041454_7212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v196/6/53/21716082/n21716082_36041454_7212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;So I, got a text message today telling me that I don't have class today. WAHOO! I didn't have class yesterday either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Then I get on facebook and I see this picture my friend Eric has posted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I mean holy crap. talk about snow. I haven't had a chance to go outside yet to see if I need to shovel my car out, but by the looks of that picture I just might have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Also I have my job interview at 4. I am hoping it goes well. I am very excited. 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