<?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-7501512432635818422</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:54:45.530-08:00</updated><category term='G3'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='Vacations'/><category term='Bible Study'/><category term='Pets'/><category term='Family'/><category term='God'/><category term='days in the hundred-acre-wood'/><category term='tagged stuff'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Pathfinders'/><category term='Spring'/><category term='random things'/><category term='forwards'/><title type='text'>Home Hooligan Care</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icanhazfriendz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501512432635818422/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazfriendz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875097474373838239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTDr6KnF_Do/S0O2tYOqQgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Vt7YnIfHVSQ/S220/7220_1122514474795_1585088270_30296824_5758674_s.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501512432635818422.post-759195922141711677</id><published>2010-01-05T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T09:01:34.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering '09 part 2.  You know, maybe it should be called, not remembering '09...</title><content type='html'>Hello again =)&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So right now I am doing an overview of 2009.  I didn't journal during that time, so I really feel like I lost a lot of memories.  In the last post I did January and February, so now I gonna do March,  April and May.&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;March:  was cold.  Still.  I mean, everything was still pretty much dead.  We came down to GA for a visit, and everything was warm and sunny.  We had &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just &lt;/span&gt;missed Cherry Blossom season, which was a major dissapointment.  Other than that, our visit was lovely.  I stayed up till 2 or 3 am with Rose, we went to Picnic Pals and Chorus and church... and then we went home.  I honestly don't remember hardly anything from March.  It went by in a blur.....&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;April:  I remember practically nothing about this month.  Other than we moved altogether from the midwest to GA.  I miss y'all!  But I love you too GA hahaahh&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;May: Again, I remember nothing!  Except May 30, we had a HUGE surprise party for Mama's 37th birthday!  It was waaay fun.  Lol, and she never expected anything!!!!  We have the most awesome friends.  We all just had a really good time hanging out, soaking each other with water guns, eating, and messing around.&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;Aaaah June: my memory begins to return in a vague haze.  I had a surprise party for my 13th birthday.  Its funny, every year in the past I begged my parents for a surprise party, and they always said I would expect it.  Last year, I didn't even ask for a party, and I got a surprise bash! lol ironic much?  This summer a lot of big things happened, and it was probably one of the best ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;July:  Hmm, what happened?  I think we went to Grandma's on the 4th, or did we? huh... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And next up.... Osh Kosh WI in August!!!  But thats a long post in and of its self hahah.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7501512432635818422-759195922141711677?l=icanhazfriendz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501512432635818422/posts/default/759195922141711677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501512432635818422/posts/default/759195922141711677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazfriendz.blogspot.com/2010/01/remembering-09-part-2-you-know-maybe-it.html' title='Remembering &apos;09 part 2.  You know, maybe it should be called, not remembering &apos;09...'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875097474373838239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTDr6KnF_Do/S0O2tYOqQgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Vt7YnIfHVSQ/S220/7220_1122514474795_1585088270_30296824_5758674_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501512432635818422.post-3816733163662672704</id><published>2010-01-05T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T14:03:35.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering 2009 part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTDr6KnF_Do/S0N9UKl7piI/AAAAAAAAAFA/lf9LY89aN8I/s1600-h/DSCF4155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTDr6KnF_Do/S0N9UKl7piI/AAAAAAAAAFA/lf9LY89aN8I/s400/DSCF4155.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423316161678517794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everybody,&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow.  I cannot believe 2009 is over.  It seems like last year just flew by, and yet, it went by so slowly.  Do y'all ever feel like that?  Like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everday&lt;/span&gt; takes 10 years to get through... and then you look back and the year seems to have gone by in a day?  2009 was filled with hello's, goodbye's, new friends, old friends, difficulties and new opportunities, regrets; and those happy memories I will look back on for the rest of my life!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of the highlights of 2009 were:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;January:  We moved out of our beloved old farmhouse located in the cornfields of Illinois.  It was bittersweet, my family and I had grown to love that ancient, out-dated, large, out-of-the way, drafty, beautiful house.  The summers there were just gorgeous; the woman before us had tended the garden faithfully, and lily's, baby's breath, little purple flowers, and so many others were blossoming.  We had a little pond in the backyard, one that we could keep fish in, and there were two sheds out back, one of which used to be a smoke house.  I never went into either building, but all of us kids had so much fun playing on the trampoline,  using those buildings as props to pretend we were settlers in the old west, princesses and princess in the Medieval times, orphans during the Depression, or something like that.  I don't know if we could have moved away during the summer; it was really just so breath-taking.  But it was winter, everything was dead, our grill had fallen into the pond, which was completely iced over and had a frozen baby rabbit in it =(  we were all freezing, and just to get from the house to the car was a miserable journey.  That was when our lease ended, and God opened the way for us to move to a new house, one with a heating system that worked!  So we signed a lease and said farewell to cornfields.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;February:  We had lived in our new for about a month, when Daddy got an offer to come back to the South and get the position he had been wanting in the first place.  His current job was wearing on him.  He was hardly ever home, and it was tough on the whole family.  And if you have ever lived in MO, you know how it gets.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;coooooollllld&lt;/span&gt;  in the winter.  My family doesn't like cold at all!  So February was a month of prayer asking to make the right decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later I will try to put up March and April.  I used to do a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;journaling&lt;/span&gt; when I was little, and now I love to look back on what I wrote (or I cringe and think I was really silly) I regret not writing during '08 and '09 because I am missing a huge chunk of memories, from how I was angry at my brother that day, or how beautiful the sunset was, or how it felt to hear a mouse scurry across my bedroom floor, or what it was like to just go outside and marvel at God's creation one summer's eve.  So I want to catch up on some express memories, as well as an overview of last year.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I will be back later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7501512432635818422-3816733163662672704?l=icanhazfriendz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icanhazfriendz.blogspot.com/feeds/3816733163662672704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazfriendz.blogspot.com/2010/01/hey-everybody-wow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501512432635818422/posts/default/3816733163662672704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501512432635818422/posts/default/3816733163662672704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazfriendz.blogspot.com/2010/01/hey-everybody-wow.html' title='Remembering 2009 part 1'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875097474373838239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTDr6KnF_Do/S0O2tYOqQgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Vt7YnIfHVSQ/S220/7220_1122514474795_1585088270_30296824_5758674_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTDr6KnF_Do/S0N9UKl7piI/AAAAAAAAAFA/lf9LY89aN8I/s72-c/DSCF4155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501512432635818422.post-760834278387003787</id><published>2009-09-14T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T10:34:30.616-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible Study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Revelation 18</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not going to go into detail about how I am so incredibly sorry for not having blogged in so long because I just know I will have to make the same speech again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&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;So for the last 6 months you have been receiving posts from me.  Daily posts.  Hourly posts.  Is that to hard to imagine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have just gotten involved in a Bible Study and it is very good.  Last night as I was doing my S.O.A.P (the form this particular study uses to break the passage up, etc.) I was getting really confused.  It was Revelation 18, and I just wasn't getting anything!  I asked my sister what she had gotten from it, and she replied that she had only skimmed the passage, and had done her S.O.A.P on another verse they assigned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If that worked for her, that was fine, but I wanted to know about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Revelation!&lt;/span&gt;  It is so confusing, and yet very interesting.  Fascinating.  I wanted to know what it meant!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I decided to bring out trusty homiletics.  When I started doing it, I understood it so much more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is my paper:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Revelation 18:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;V. 1-2 Powerful Angel from Heaven proclaimed:  Babylon has fallen, it's a place for demons, foul spirits and unclean birds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3-5 All nations have sinned and become rich with her, but stay away, so you don't sin, because God knows and will punish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6- 7  Do twice what she did to you.  For all she party's and brags, she will have that much in sorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.  Her plagues will come strong in one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9-18  All earth will mourn when she is destroyed, but only for her stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20  people of God: "Rejoice!  Revenge is sweet :)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21  Angel throws rock in the same way Babylon will be thrown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22-24 Nothing can be heard.  Merchants and sorcerers deceived everyone.  Prophets and saints died.&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;I don't know what Bible Scholars get out of this.  I'm not one.  I am just a 13 year old girl who is trying to get something out of the Bible that will apply to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&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;And I got something :)  Please read this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;V.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-size:10px;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Charis SIL';"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-31002"  style=" font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; line-height: normal; font-size:0.65em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; font-size:16px;"&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-31003" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; line-height: normal; "&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt;And the kings of the earth, who have committed fornication and lived deliciously with her, shall bewail her, and lament for her, when they shall see the smoke of her burning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Charis SIL';"&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-31004" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; line-height: normal; "&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt;Standing afar off for the fear of her torment, saying, Alas, alas that great city Babylon, that mighty city! for in one hour is thy judgment come.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-31005" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; line-height: normal; "&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt;And the merchants of the earth shall weep and mourn over her; for no man buyeth their merchandise any more:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-31006" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; line-height: normal; "&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt;The merchandise of gold, and silver, and precious stones, and of pearls, and fine linen, and purple, and silk, and scarlet, and all thyine wood, and all manner vessels of ivory, and all manner vessels of most precious wood, and of brass, and iron, and marble,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-31007" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; line-height: normal; "&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt;And cinnamon, and odours, and ointments, and frankincense, and wine, and oil, and fine flour, and wheat, and beasts, and sheep, and horses, and chariots, and slaves, and souls of men.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-31008" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; line-height: normal; "&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt;And the fruits that thy soul lusted after are departed from thee, and all things which were dainty and goodly are departed from thee, and thou shalt find them no more at all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-31009" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; line-height: normal; "&gt;15&lt;/sup&gt;The merchants of these things, which were made rich by her, shall stand afar off for the fear of her torment, weeping and wailing,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-31010" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; line-height: normal; "&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt;And saying, Alas, alas that great city, that was clothed in fine linen, and purple, and scarlet, and decked with gold, and precious stones, and pearls!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-31011" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; line-height: normal; "&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt;For in one hour so great riches is come to nought. And every shipmaster, and all the company in ships, and sailors, and as many as trade by sea, stood afar off,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry this is in the King James version.  I didn't want to type all of this, so I got this portion from an online Bible site.  Really handy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Read over this.  Babylon's "friends" are mourning for her, right?  Sounds like a nice thing to do, right?  Look closely.  What exactly &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are &lt;/span&gt;they mourning for?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The loss of her &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GREATNESS and her STUFF!&lt;/span&gt;  Merchants and sailors can't get rich off of her anymore.  No one can buy from them.  That is what they are sad about!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I put it in a parable to explain it to my sister.  It really helped her get it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                              &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; font-size:large;"&gt;The Rich Business Man and his Sorry Doom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Once upon a time there was a rich business man with lots of friends.  He was very charismatic and won the hearts, souls and body's of everyone he met.  He had so much of everything, lots of gold and silver, precious jewelry, fancy clothes, A huge house made of fantastic and expensive woods and metals, so much cologne,  the best food in the land, and only the finest cars.  He had everything he could ever want, he was the life of a party, and everyone loved him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, not everyone.  Mr. Businessman cheated and murdered people.  He partied to much, and certain people hated him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;God warned him "Your sins are piling up in Heaven.  You will lose everything in a day, and will have as much sorrow as you have parties to brag about!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Some people took heed to God, and stayed away from the man.  But most people, including the business man himself, ignored God, and continued to live their lives in sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One day, the stock market crashed.  Mr.  Businessman went home to find his house had been robbed, his fancy cars were gone, and there was a foreclosure sign on the door.  In his sorrow, he went to all the homes he had partied in, but they couldn't even recognize him and they shut the door in his face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He was so distraught he didn't even realize what he was doing, and that night he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;His friends cried mourned, saying "We will never go into that huge house again, or have a big party that none of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;us &lt;/span&gt;could afford, or ride in his limo, or ferrari or any of his cars!  We can never get rich off his business deals, or eat his food, or be popular with all his friends again!  Woe, fine businessman in your designer clothes and diamonds and pearls!  For in only an hour you have nothing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But the people he killed and cheated rejoiced, because God had justly punished her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My application:  Babylon (Mr. Businessman)  was evil.  She had everything you could want, threw big parties and people became rich off of her.  It seemed like everyone loved her, but when she died, all they did was cry over her stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What so people think of me?  How will they remember me?  Does God genuinely shine through me, or do people only pretend to like me for what I have?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are all rhetorical questions by the way :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I encourage you (yes, YOU) to study this passage on your own, and tell me what you got out of it.  But you will have to comment on my Facebook page, because I cannot get my comments to work!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you for reading this ridiculously long post!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7501512432635818422-760834278387003787?l=icanhazfriendz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501512432635818422/posts/default/760834278387003787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501512432635818422/posts/default/760834278387003787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazfriendz.blogspot.com/2009/09/hey-everyone-i-am-not-going-to-go-into.html' title='Revelation 18'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875097474373838239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTDr6KnF_Do/S0O2tYOqQgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Vt7YnIfHVSQ/S220/7220_1122514474795_1585088270_30296824_5758674_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501512432635818422.post-8531897722997734505</id><published>2009-04-23T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T08:17:24.743-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pathfinders'/><title type='text'>Luckily, my burn from all that sun turned into a tan...I told Chrissy it would!</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do y'all know that I have moved??? Across the country??? Yeppers, my new home is several hundred miles away from the original Hundred-Acre-Wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use that for my I'm-sorry-I-have not-blogged-in-forever excuse. Does it work for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved March 15 into the home of our friends, the Chrissy-Robbinsons. We live in a 5 bedroom house with one uncle, 5 children, my set of parents and Chrissy's mom, 2 cats and 3 dogs that hate each other. It has been very interesting...luckily we left the 23 surviving fish back home to be taken care of by a fish rescue center. Otherwise known as our local pet store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the excitment is never ending. How many of you live with your best friend????? I am sure that if I could see you, my faithful readers, that I would not see very many hands up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrissy, Piglet and I went camping with our club over the weekend!!! It was AWESOMENESS!!!!!!!!!!! I am a teen this year, so I got to go to the Teen Zone and do the Teen Challenge! MWAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a giant zipline, a drama ministry and the evening and morning worship. Bible bowl and parades, good food and FOOD FAIR! was all so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will save details and pictures for a later post... and I WILL get back to blogging! I just got a Facebook, and that's where I've been spending all my time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have some strawberries to pick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7501512432635818422-8531897722997734505?l=icanhazfriendz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501512432635818422/posts/default/8531897722997734505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501512432635818422/posts/default/8531897722997734505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazfriendz.blogspot.com/2009/04/hi-everyone-do-yall-know-that-i-have.html' title='Luckily, my burn from all that sun turned into a tan...I told Chrissy it would!'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875097474373838239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTDr6KnF_Do/S0O2tYOqQgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Vt7YnIfHVSQ/S220/7220_1122514474795_1585088270_30296824_5758674_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501512432635818422.post-2573223978468001564</id><published>2009-03-19T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T19:11:46.876-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random things'/><title type='text'>Excuses, Excuses...</title><content type='html'>Hi peoples!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know. I have been really bad about blogging! But you see, I have a huge line of excuses, such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not even in the same state (then again, I brought my laptop and have Wi Fi)&lt;br /&gt;My time is split in between bunches of people wanting to see me, not to sound braggy (but, I have had plenty of my Facebook and e-mail, time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Lissa is icing a birthday cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I threw that one in because my "huge line of excuses" is running out...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back, don't worry. I have a lot of things on my mind right now. But I will be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to throw in another obscure fact, I have stayed up past mid-night every night since Friday of last. Mostly around the 2:30/3:30 central time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't believe I'm saving you after you tried to kill me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do any of you recongnize this quote?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is one from Ella Enchanted, the movie. You really should read the book, though. The movie may be funny, but the book is just plain awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nighty night night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7501512432635818422-2573223978468001564?l=icanhazfriendz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501512432635818422/posts/default/2573223978468001564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501512432635818422/posts/default/2573223978468001564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazfriendz.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi-peoples-i-know-i-know.html' title='Excuses, Excuses...'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875097474373838239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTDr6KnF_Do/S0O2tYOqQgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Vt7YnIfHVSQ/S220/7220_1122514474795_1585088270_30296824_5758674_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501512432635818422.post-1956795085519980988</id><published>2009-03-11T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T13:45:51.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Did y'all ever notice how cute Puss-in Boots is?  His voice does not suit him, though.  He needs a cute little kitty voice, don't you agree?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VTDr6KnF_Do/SbgeetwKEyI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Nj9r1qvTt5s/s1600-h/2009_0305BeforeMarch80183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312029273509991202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VTDr6KnF_Do/SbgeetwKEyI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Nj9r1qvTt5s/s400/2009_0305BeforeMarch80183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we are, practicing for the "Iron Man" race. You started outside, swam back-stroke to the black line, breast-stroke to the inside line, free-style to the black line, breast-stroke to the outside line, choose-what-you want &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VTDr6KnF_Do/SbgeeYa60GI/AAAAAAAAAEw/IQnFj5AEzUE/s1600-h/2009_0305BeforeMarch80208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312029267783766114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VTDr6KnF_Do/SbgeeYa60GI/AAAAAAAAAEw/IQnFj5AEzUE/s400/2009_0305BeforeMarch80208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to the black line, then you went&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;under and held your breath to the finish-line.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our pre Iron-Man picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see, Eeyore is holding up bunny ears behind Roo.&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312026997563690786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VTDr6KnF_Do/SbgcaPMRjyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/TVwyK5VTiS8/s400/2009_0305BeforeMarch80182.JPG" border="0" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The black wall thing-y that you swam under to get outside. &lt;strong&gt;SO COOL!&lt;/strong&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VTDr6KnF_Do/Sbga28B29xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fXHrS2HgafY/s1600-h/2009_0305BeforeMarch80179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312025291612682002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VTDr6KnF_Do/Sbga28B29xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fXHrS2HgafY/s400/2009_0305BeforeMarch80179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the indoor part of the pool. To get to the outdoor half you swim under that black-wall thingy (or you could just use the door, but who wants to do that?)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry 'bout the kind of confusing way the pictures are set up. I am still working on learning how to put pictures on the blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am watchin' Shrek the Third. Whatcha doin?&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/7501512432635818422-1956795085519980988?l=icanhazfriendz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501512432635818422/posts/default/1956795085519980988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501512432635818422/posts/default/1956795085519980988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazfriendz.blogspot.com/2009/03/here-we-are-practicing-for-iron-man.html' title='Did y&apos;all ever notice how cute Puss-in Boots is?  His voice does not suit him, though.  He needs a cute little kitty voice, don&apos;t you agree?'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875097474373838239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTDr6KnF_Do/S0O2tYOqQgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Vt7YnIfHVSQ/S220/7220_1122514474795_1585088270_30296824_5758674_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VTDr6KnF_Do/SbgeetwKEyI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Nj9r1qvTt5s/s72-c/2009_0305BeforeMarch80183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501512432635818422.post-2857108329869498965</id><published>2009-03-10T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T09:28:45.421-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pathfinders'/><title type='text'>Why I may have a future as a waitress, after all!</title><content type='html'>Hey y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a lot of fun at our trivia night Saturday night. Two triva nights. My church's youth group, G3, or God's Glory Group, had a trivia night, but my Pathfinder club had a trivia night the same evening. So my family split up and my brothers and Daddy went to G3 and my Mama and sister and I went to Pathfinders because we had jobs to do there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a waitress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you are probably gasping and shaking your heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because most of you have probably heard my Mama's stories about her brief and humiliating stint, as a waitress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let me tell you something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I inherit my Mama's waitress skills... Or, more accurately, lack of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were assigned table numbers. I was number 3 and had no one at my table yet. I thought it would all be easy, until people started showing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there were only two people at my table. But that was plenty for me, let me tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Hello, my name is Marina and I will be your server today. Can I get you anything to drink?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: "Yes I would like something with caffination, carbination, and lots of sugar!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "Water, please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:"I will be right back with that, then..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trip as I go up to the counter. &lt;/em&gt;I was very clumsy yesterday. I get up there and look around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Excuse me, but we don't seem to have anything with caffeine. Perhaps we have some in the 'fridge?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cook (looking at me like I am crazy): "Do you think we want a bunch of hyper teens? Of course we don't have anything with caffeine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I walk back to my table.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I am sorry, but we don't have anything with caffeine. Can I get you something else?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady (with a "your crazy" look) "I will take some Dr. Pop, then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "Where's my water?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh! I will be right back with Dr. Pop and some water!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go back to the counter&lt;/em&gt;. After grabbing a water, looking around for some Dr. Pop and finding none, I ask Cook if she could get me some from the refridgerator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cook: "We don't have anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (after I get back to my table): "I'm sorry, but we don't have any more Dr. Pop. Here's your water, sir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady (giving me another "your-crazy" look): "No more Dr. Pop! Well, get me something brown and with lots of sugar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Umm, okay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now anybody who knows me knows that I wandered around the pop for what seemed like hours before my pineapple brain realized that sugar + brown makes Root Beer. Thankfully when I brought it back to her, she was pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathfinders got to play trivia and serve tables in-between rounds. The first round talked about TV shows and movies and stuff like that. Again, everyone who personally knows me knows I live under a rock and that I won't know any of these particular answers. I was sitting next to a TLT (Teen Leader in Traning) who clearly has cable and watches this type of movie. He answeres a question, looks at me and says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TLT: "Have you seen that movie?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What movie?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TLT gives me an "are-you-serious?" look&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh THAT movie! Uhh, no."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TLT gives me another "are-you-serious?" look&lt;/em&gt;. Through out the night I get several more "are-you-serious?" "and are-you-crazy?" looks, in addition to the four I had already gotten. I forgot to give a water bottle to a customer for three rounds and I re-told the lady we had Dr. Pop, forgeting that we didn't have anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did get some compliments, too. From the same TLT I got ten "points" and a high-five for guessing (corectly ;o)) the word laryngitis (he guessed strep throat) and a compliment (of sorts) from him and another girl saying that I was very mature for twelve. And, as I was apologizing for forgeting the man's water for the second (or was it third?) time, he simply smiled and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's OK, you're a lot of fun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I may be a crazy pineapple who deserves all those "are-you-serious" and "you-need-to-think-these-through-more" and "your-excited-your-able-to-open-a-can?" and "you-run-really-funny-and-can't-kick-a-kickball-straight" looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know the word laryngitis.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I (can be) very mature.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm fun.***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unique, one-of-a-kind, slightly dorky, very pineapple-y fun.*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-**-*** I did not write this post to be braggy. No, you can see that from the first part of this post. I wrote it only to try and explain my craziness and the blank looks people give me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**** And, in case your wondering, I am fresh pineapple-y fun; not canned pineapple-y fun. Huge difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7501512432635818422-2857108329869498965?l=icanhazfriendz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501512432635818422/posts/default/2857108329869498965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501512432635818422/posts/default/2857108329869498965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazfriendz.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-i-may-have-future-as-waitress-after.html' title='Why I may have a future as a waitress, after all!'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875097474373838239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTDr6KnF_Do/S0O2tYOqQgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Vt7YnIfHVSQ/S220/7220_1122514474795_1585088270_30296824_5758674_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501512432635818422.post-1037301596426095179</id><published>2009-03-08T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T10:49:50.981-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random things'/><title type='text'>Amazing what I can get into...</title><content type='html'>Guess what?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ICE CREAM TRUCK JUST WENT DOWN OUR STREET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, I finally live on a street with an ice cream truck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7501512432635818422-1037301596426095179?l=icanhazfriendz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501512432635818422/posts/default/1037301596426095179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501512432635818422/posts/default/1037301596426095179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazfriendz.blogspot.com/2009/03/amazing-what-i-can-get-into.html' title='Amazing what I can get into...'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875097474373838239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTDr6KnF_Do/S0O2tYOqQgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Vt7YnIfHVSQ/S220/7220_1122514474795_1585088270_30296824_5758674_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501512432635818422.post-825159823075085802</id><published>2009-03-06T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T11:39:01.696-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>Lamberts, Dead Fish, Overnight Trip.  You Are Now Caught Up!</title><content type='html'>Hello snowed-upon-Maconites and non-snowed-upon-Missourianites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to blame my lack of blogging on being on a trip, but that trip was only one night, two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the trip was a lot of fun. We woke up at five-thirty to leave, and then drove in the car doing schoolwork and watching movies in turn until around three-o'clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the fun started. We went swimming in the most wonderful pool! Which was half-indoor half-outdoor! It was so much fun! And it had an awesome hot tub! That, when you flipped a switchy-thingy, bubbles came on! Full force!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dragged ourselves out of the water at dinner time. Actually, we were sorta glad to get out. Because we got to go to Lamberts!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after we stuffed our faces full of yummy dumplings and meatloaf and chicken and hamburgers and, of course, fried okra and fried potatos, we went home happy with lots of leftovers. But what's a fancy dinner without ice cream?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we stopped at a ice cream parlor. Which of course, was delicious. And we went home and watched Little House on the Prairie re-runs. By then we were exhausted, and drifted happily off to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we ate a big breakfast, did some school, got in a final hou of swimming and headed out the door. It was so sad to get into the car, so we went to a honey-tea room and ate some candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Daddy texted me! Can't you just imagine my excitement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a Chinease buffet for dinner. And we went home and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I walked in the door, I greeted the kitties, and went to check on our new fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret to say, not one, but two fish layed on the bottom of our tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them was Baby Kraken, which was the smaller version of Kraken, the biggest fish in the tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know who the other one was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Zoe Blue the II was flushed away last night. Single teardrop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I want to leave you with that sad note, but my time is up. I will get some pictures up of the awesome pool and Lamberts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long farewell, a...Oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to mention, if you look at the time my posts are, well, posted, they are two hours ahead. I really don't post at six-thirty, am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7501512432635818422-825159823075085802?l=icanhazfriendz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501512432635818422/posts/default/825159823075085802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501512432635818422/posts/default/825159823075085802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazfriendz.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-snowed-upon-maconites-and-non_06.html' title='Lamberts, Dead Fish, Overnight Trip.  You Are Now Caught Up!'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875097474373838239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTDr6KnF_Do/S0O2tYOqQgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Vt7YnIfHVSQ/S220/7220_1122514474795_1585088270_30296824_5758674_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501512432635818422.post-8510931331327300002</id><published>2009-02-26T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T14:56:48.037-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>Someday, I will have another Dwarf Gourami, and I will name her Zoe Blue the III</title><content type='html'>Guess what?! Eeyore got a late-birthday present!! And it really was quite wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got a tank of twenty-six fish! I tried to get some picture up here, but Blogger is acting up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite fish is Zoe. We need to get her a friend; she just hangs out by herself next to the heater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is Molly the Malli. Our Guppies, Two Fin, Puffer, and Goldie, love her! They won't hang out with any Malli but her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, big news, just in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly the Malli is'nt a Malli. She's a female Guppie!!! The other three are male!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That explains a lot. ;O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More big news in, this one is tear-wrenching. Zoe will probably die. She seems so sad, and her friend died less than a month ago. She stopped eating, and the lady we got her from says that they stop eating and generally a week later they die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is my favorite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7501512432635818422-8510931331327300002?l=icanhazfriendz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501512432635818422/posts/default/8510931331327300002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501512432635818422/posts/default/8510931331327300002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazfriendz.blogspot.com/2009/02/someday-i-will-have-another-dwarf.html' title='Someday, I will have another Dwarf Gourami, and I will name her Zoe Blue the III'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875097474373838239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTDr6KnF_Do/S0O2tYOqQgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Vt7YnIfHVSQ/S220/7220_1122514474795_1585088270_30296824_5758674_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501512432635818422.post-8212261740917431708</id><published>2009-02-25T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T14:53:40.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He still says "tray" like "tway" though</title><content type='html'>Ya'll'll just die of shock when you here this. My little, baby brother just turned eight! That means he is officially a big kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sniffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A schedule of our morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:30 Wake up with Eeyore screaming into my ear that it's Roo's birthday and time to wake up. 8:00 After dragging ourselves out of bed, we eat doughnuts for breakfast. Very substantial.  Roo opens his present from us. A Clone Walker. He is a major Star Wars Lego fan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Bible Study. We have some friends there who brought Roo a present and cupcakes. So sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roo says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm, Grandma Gee Gee and Grandma Debbie and Gramppa Val, thank you for my birthday money!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you for the Hail fighter droid and Spider Droid, friends!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you, Auntie Missa, Uncle Howard and Kathewin (Katherine)!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7501512432635818422-8212261740917431708?l=icanhazfriendz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501512432635818422/posts/default/8212261740917431708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501512432635818422/posts/default/8212261740917431708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazfriendz.blogspot.com/2009/02/he-still-says-tray-like-tway-though.html' title='He still says &quot;tray&quot; like &quot;tway&quot; though'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875097474373838239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTDr6KnF_Do/S0O2tYOqQgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Vt7YnIfHVSQ/S220/7220_1122514474795_1585088270_30296824_5758674_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501512432635818422.post-2721834194513649439</id><published>2009-02-23T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T19:26:14.283-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forwards'/><title type='text'>I'd love to know what books y'all are reading!  Or, at least, telling yourself you will sometime get around to reading, which you might do someday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;I've been tagged to do this thing. It seems like it would be fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pick up the nearest book (of at least 123 pages)&lt;br /&gt;2. Open the book to page 123&lt;br /&gt;3. Find the fifth sentence&lt;br /&gt;4. Post the next three sentences&lt;br /&gt;5. Link back to the person who tagged you&lt;br /&gt;6. Tag five people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, let me find a book...Aahaa, here we are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book happens to be the Two Princesses of Bammarre by Gail Carson Levine. You really need to check out some of her books, if you hav'nt already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, page 123, fifth sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addie is on her quest. Rhys has come to give her some vital information on dragons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He crouched next to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, the suspence builds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They're solitary. They dislike other dragons and hate all other creatures."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exciting, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who tagged me does'nt actually know me. Her name is Mrs. Megan Fried Okra, and you can find her right over here at &lt;a href="http://friedokra4me.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://friedokra4me.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; Bonus: she's southern. And she lives now in the mid-west! Just thought that was a neat little trivia fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tag the people I know definitly read my blog. Grandma, Chrissy-Robin, and Bri. If you are happening to be in a nice mood today, and are reading my blog, go ahead and send me an email with this on it, okay? It takes like, five minutes, unless your not big on reading and spend a lot of time trying to find a book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puh-lease?!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7501512432635818422-2721834194513649439?l=icanhazfriendz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501512432635818422/posts/default/2721834194513649439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501512432635818422/posts/default/2721834194513649439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazfriendz.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-been-tagged-to-do-this-thing.html' title='I&apos;d love to know what books y&apos;all are reading!  Or, at least, telling yourself you will sometime get around to reading, which you might do someday...'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875097474373838239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTDr6KnF_Do/S0O2tYOqQgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Vt7YnIfHVSQ/S220/7220_1122514474795_1585088270_30296824_5758674_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501512432635818422.post-586055500641186785</id><published>2009-02-21T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T13:08:42.080-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='days in the hundred-acre-wood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>God-ly friends</title><content type='html'>Hi guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got done talking to one of my best friends on the phone. Chrissy-Robin and I talk a ton, email and visit each other for weeks at a time. We have known each other for five years, and we love each other like sisters. We are still the best of friends, even when I moved seven hours away and we only got to see each other three times that year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are some things we just don't agree on. Like whether the word Applachian is pronounced Apple-a-chin or Apple-A-shin; or whether Primer is pronounced pri-mer or pry-mer. Sometimes, its on issues like if those pants go with that shirt, or whether purses and make-up are cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the issues we don't exactly agree on is religion. I don't believe that Jesus will come back in the same way she does, and she doesn't believe about the Sabbath the same way that I do. But either way, we are still best friends! We still both eat sandwiches, even if she likes ham and I like turkey. We still both like American Girls and Barbies. We both still like to lay in bed at night, talking tell we drift to sleep at sleep-overs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main thing is we both worship the same God, we both believe Jesus will come back, and that the only way to heaven is by accepting Him as your Savior, which we have both done! Thursday night we were talking on the phone. Somehow the subject turned to God and the end times. We both expressed our views on the subject, and then came to this conclusion: Jesus is coming back. Maybe one of us is right. Maybe one of us is wrong. Maybe we are both wrong on some points and both right on others. But we need to respect each others view points and know certain things about each other's beliefs on that subject. If we were missionaries in another country, that is exactly the skills we would need to survive! We would need to build friendships with the people we are witnessing to, then start to talk to them about our religion. But to do that we need to respect them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what I got from our conversation. Maybe Chrissy-Robin got a different point. I would like to hear your view on the subject. I don't really know how to work the comments :o) but please send me an email with your belief about approaching other people, believers or non-believers, about the end-times, or any doctrinal thing. I am so glad I have friends I can talk with about God. Really, it is fun to debate on things like this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7501512432635818422-586055500641186785?l=icanhazfriendz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501512432635818422/posts/default/586055500641186785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501512432635818422/posts/default/586055500641186785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazfriendz.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi-guys-i-just-got-done-talking-to-one.html' title='God-ly friends'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875097474373838239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTDr6KnF_Do/S0O2tYOqQgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Vt7YnIfHVSQ/S220/7220_1122514474795_1585088270_30296824_5758674_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501512432635818422.post-931923221319542491</id><published>2009-02-18T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T11:27:10.989-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='days in the hundred-acre-wood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random things'/><title type='text'>Days in the Hundred-Acre-Wood</title><content type='html'>Today has been a pretty good day, though kind of gloomy outside. Everybodys school is done and we are just kind of relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeyore, Roo, and Piglet are playing cars on the floor. Its really wierd, even my dad gets into playing with toy cars! He went out and bought us a long plastic track to race on; we had this little board that was really hard to drive on before. We all sit on the floor for hours racing our cars and laughing like crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the oldest kid. I live with my dad, "Rabbit", my mom, "Kanga", and my sister and brothers, "Piglet", "Eeyore", "Roo," (they named themselves, trust me!); and my darling (though kinda sick at the moment) pets, Bobby, Clifford, and Chippy. I am totally, definitly, "Pooh"! But the name Pooh is so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wanted to start this blog to keep in touch with all of my friends, because we moved a year ago, and I have been really, really,&lt;em&gt; really&lt;/em&gt; bad about writing. So maybe this will help me out a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will also be a record for pictures and videos and such. This Autumn our computer crashed and with it went all of our pictures and videos from the last year!! So I will have to keep this blog updated with pictures. All of us in the Hundred-Acre-Wood and our friend, "Chrissy-Robin" (she's a girl, so we are going to have to change that slightly!) made movie remakes of &lt;em&gt;Little Red Riding Hood &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Repunzel, &lt;/em&gt;which were also on the computer. If we ever get them back, I will have to show them to you, they are &lt;em&gt;hilarious! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope you enjoyed this first post. I am still learning to write, so hopefully this will also be educational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and you might be wondering about the blog name. A few months ago I decided that our family needed a business, and a hooligan care would be just the thing! My dad would be the CEO, my mom the COO, and we would be their first hooligans! The name I made up is kind of catchy, if I do say so myself. So I made it a blog! icanhazfriendz is just something I made up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7501512432635818422-931923221319542491?l=icanhazfriendz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501512432635818422/posts/default/931923221319542491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501512432635818422/posts/default/931923221319542491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanhazfriendz.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-has-been-pretty-good-day-though.html' title='Days in the Hundred-Acre-Wood'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875097474373838239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTDr6KnF_Do/S0O2tYOqQgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Vt7YnIfHVSQ/S220/7220_1122514474795_1585088270_30296824_5758674_s.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
