<?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-7974441476169943246</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:07:25.687-08:00</updated><category term='U.S. economy'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Starbucks Friends Work'/><category term='Work Life'/><category term='Lost'/><category term='asheville'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Happy Thoughts'/><category term='Gemini Thanksgiving'/><category term='Snowboarding Two Week Notice Injury'/><category term='Disgusting School Archaic'/><category term='government'/><category term='conference'/><category term='Work Sick Accident'/><title type='text'>When Life Gives You Lemons...</title><subtitle type='html'>Make lemonade!  Or at least try to.  This is a blog of me and has absolutly nothing to do with lemons.  Or lemonade.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-3248525352153363939</id><published>2009-05-19T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:25:11.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I haven't posted, in oh....forever? Sounds about right. But then something happened today and I just couldn't help but make a post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;For the first time in some time I was sitting in my room BSin' on the computer and listening to music, when my all time favorite song came on. We all know it and love it, hopefully. Or maybe we just know it. Or maybe you're like in that commercial where 27% of people don't know about Twitter....anyway, back to my original train of thought. That particular song is Jessie's Girl by Mr. Rick Springfield. See, SEE?! Told you knew what it was. Well while I'm ammin' out my bird starts making complaining noises. Not unusual at all (she's actually hollerin' at me right now), she complains A LOT, but it hit me, she ALWAYS complains when Jessie's Girl comes on! Always, always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;D: D: D: D: D: D: D: D: D: D: D: D: D: D: D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Stupid bird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Course, that doesn't mean I'm going to stop listening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;She just has bad taste in music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ain't she purdy though?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337741124987060450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/ShN3RcnZAOI/AAAAAAAAANw/itmMLUbjcSg/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, so &lt;em&gt;maybe &lt;/em&gt;she looks slightly insane here, but it all the better shows her true personality, even if you don't &lt;em&gt;actually &lt;/em&gt;get to see her colors and judge if she's "purdy".  Take my word for it though, she's a beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alright, proud momma will go dance to Jessie's Girl......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-3248525352153363939?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/3248525352153363939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=3248525352153363939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/3248525352153363939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/3248525352153363939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-i-havent-posted-in-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/ShN3RcnZAOI/AAAAAAAAANw/itmMLUbjcSg/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-8872918019104692624</id><published>2009-01-19T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T06:08:13.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This video cracks me up every time, so I thought I should share it with everyone...simple as that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f6MjGUHfWmY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f6MjGUHfWmY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o&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/7974441476169943246-8872918019104692624?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/8872918019104692624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=8872918019104692624' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/8872918019104692624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/8872918019104692624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-video-cracks-me-up-every-time-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-6604578137401056591</id><published>2009-01-17T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T17:41:49.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, I did it. Yes indeedy I did. The dreadlings are gone. I started Thursday the 8th and finished Tuesday the 13th. Yeah, took for freakin' ever! But since I have a strong aversion to my hair being short I had to do it, and I am very pleased with the result. My homegirl Kailee came over and helped, crazy chick actually enjoyed it! But she's weird like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm really enjoying having my hair de-knotted.  It's about a zillion pounds lighter, and it drys really quickly.  It's awesome.  Of course, I wouldn't be surprised if I have some sort of dread again in the future....sister locks look pretty sweet.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyhoo, that's my update....oh yeah!  Happy New Year!  :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SXKEkR7xQII/AAAAAAAAAMw/2uZXX3YuDds/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292438270938005634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SXKEkR7xQII/AAAAAAAAAMw/2uZXX3YuDds/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This was Christmas Eve, my Aunt thought I should try on her ski suit for when I finally started sking again....aren't I sexy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SXKEdRDWVQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/cr3ME_0pmD0/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292438150442276098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SXKEdRDWVQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/cr3ME_0pmD0/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Teehee, this is what I do while my Grandfathers in Wal-Mart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SXKESnqmWHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/a96rajXXKRU/s1600-h/157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292437967533922418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SXKESnqmWHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/a96rajXXKRU/s320/157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;New Years Eve, my brain was exploding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292437781971129170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SXKEH0Y-01I/AAAAAAAAAMY/YTuYCr8Gebk/s320/187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The dreads are out! And piled on top of my head....I personally like the look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292437655738216130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SXKEAeItbsI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1uy4HdrpCPM/s320/192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's Kailee, my &lt;strike&gt;slave,&lt;/strike&gt; I mean, my best friend.  We were very excited to be done....and de-smellified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292437504895684946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SXKD3sNDEVI/AAAAAAAAAMI/NBSKNR3gQmc/s320/197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And voila!  This is the finished project.  It's not quite so fuzzy anymore, and normally my hair is thicker, but I love it.  It's amazing how light it is!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292438362816032338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SXKEpoNMrlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/lpYV20EexH8/s320/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And this picture is really only on here because I love it to pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-6604578137401056591?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/6604578137401056591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=6604578137401056591' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/6604578137401056591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/6604578137401056591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-i-did-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SXKEkR7xQII/AAAAAAAAAMw/2uZXX3YuDds/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-6083931601503431496</id><published>2008-12-15T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T19:32:19.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So on a day like today what do I do with my time? Bake, a lot. Let me tell you, I feel like I was in the kitchen all freakin' day. It's insane. Course, it wasn't really all day, but it felt like it. I was whipped man! I had a good reason for spending all day in the kitchen though. It was me madre's birthday and I was baking her a cake. Heehee, aren't I a good 'un? It makes up for all the not-so-good things I do. Okay, not really, but sometimes it's nice to delude oneself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I also baked some cookies. Gingersnaps and these weird snowball Christmas things. I didn't dare touch the weird-snowball-Christmas things, they had white chocolate in them (and that stuff is the bane of my existence. Okay, not really, but still). The gingersnaps where as yummy as ever though! My bestest homie ever came over as well to make some cookies for a cookie exchange tomorrow, and we had a blast goofin' off, but we always have a blast so that's not newsworthy. xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280223919845122866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SUcfreTjozI/AAAAAAAAALw/QsbmvI2ngVY/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Blowin' out the candles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280223821460384434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SUcflvyzqrI/AAAAAAAAALo/Fm8R6-_TiTg/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My padre said it was an abstract 38...I was cornfused, but it's all good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280222863164685026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SUcet93TuuI/AAAAAAAAALg/wNJ7_eEnFxM/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They told me a cake should look like this.  I disagreed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280222665665220098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SUceieHxDgI/AAAAAAAAALY/26l6eE1x4o8/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280222294100172146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SUceM17wXXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K5AECZ1bNAI/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cheesin'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280222170605365442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SUceFp4TKMI/AAAAAAAAALI/pZ4AaB17ZtI/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm tellin' you, once you eat one of my gingersnaps you'll never look at a storebought one the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280221901093027074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SUcd193jPQI/AAAAAAAAALA/GzhXmO5VgRg/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know it looks like a ball of wax, but it was delicious....and homemade icing always turns out funky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;o&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/7974441476169943246-6083931601503431496?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/6083931601503431496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=6083931601503431496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/6083931601503431496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/6083931601503431496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom!'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SUcfreTjozI/AAAAAAAAALw/QsbmvI2ngVY/s72-c/022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-8665336975684769390</id><published>2008-11-27T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T21:58:12.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So normally I wouldn't make a post like this, but for anyone who's asked me about the Twilight series I just had to, because as you know (if you've asked me) I refuse to read those books.  Everything I've heard has turned me off.  Bella's a pansy, Edwards waaaayyyy to over protective, and...well, actually that's basically it.  But since they're the main characters, I mean, it's told from Bella's point of view, I figured "Why torture myself?"  And while I don't think I'm going to attack my sisters in the morning and be like "OhmyGod.OhmyGod.OhmyGod.  I HAVE to read Twilight!", I thoroughly enjoyed the movie.  It was fantabulous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Everything just seemed to click.  From the die hard Twilight fans that can only see the movie through the books eyes I know it's just absolutely appalling how they fucked up the movie, but from a movie stand point it's great.  Definitely worth the two hours it takes to watch.  I mean, yes it gets a little corny at points, and sometimes I could puke there's so much lovin' goin' on (we do have to remember that, hey, I ain't the romantic type), and even the movie I want to ring Bella's neck a couple of times (she's such a freakin' pansy. Ugh.) but as a whole it gets two thumbs up.  Edward got a little bit of slack from me because Robert Pattinson is really freakin' hot.  I think I was drooling when I wasn't chewing on my headphones.  Haha.  Though he was a little protective-possessive.  I guess even vampires can't be perfect.  Too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So that's about it.  I had to post about that, because I know I found it amusing I like the movie so much when I so vehemently oppose the books, and maybe you did too....though I'm not surprised if you didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-8665336975684769390?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/8665336975684769390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=8665336975684769390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/8665336975684769390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/8665336975684769390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-652361813306976232</id><published>2008-11-09T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T16:57:03.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ughs and A Ring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So today was a very good day.  We saw my Aunt for the first time in a while...the last time I recall seeing her was July of '07, but my memory might be faulty.  We also got to meet her friend, who was a very nice, if somewhat strange fellow.  Course, who am I to talk?  We also got to eat at a really fancy resturant, and new undertaking for me.  It was amazinering.  And then we got to go to the Spy Museum, which most of us had never been to before.  That place was awesome, though I would love to go back on a less crowded day.  My far away friends should come to DC and that can be my excuse for spendi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ng fo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;rever there.  xP  Not that I need one....Anyhoo, one of the best parts of the day.  I got my Ughs!  Yes, Ughs, not Uggs.&lt;br /&gt;See, my Aunt just spent two weeks in Australia and brought back genuine Australian Ughs, not Uggs (which are made in China), for me, Abi, and my Mom.  The design is exactly the same as the Uggs everyone sees around, but ours are from Down Under.  And then!  Total bonus, my hand randomly handed me her ring that I had been admiring, whic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;h was from Fiji!  She spent a day or two there before continuing on to Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SReFCsQszLI/AAAAAAAAAKY/eZgyEv5gNKs/s1600-h/Ughs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SReFCsQszLI/AAAAAAAAAKY/eZgyEv5gNKs/s320/Ughs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266824570520521906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ughs. They're adorable, chocolately, and oh so very comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SReFap0p75I/AAAAAAAAAKg/nD4Tb9mJwrw/s1600-h/Fiji+Ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SReFap0p75I/AAAAAAAAAKg/nD4Tb9mJwrw/s320/Fiji+Ring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266824982182883218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the oh so snazzy ring.  It's made from coconut!  Ain't it purdy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So yeah, today was a good day.  I had a lot of fun running around DC with my family (minus the brother, social recluse that he is).  Sadly, I didn't actually take any pictures.  It's just not something I think about until after the fact. But I don't feel so bad, my Mom even forgot this time.  xP  My Aunt took some pictures on her camera and is going to send us a CD of pictures, so if I feel like it I can post some of those pictures.  Or maybe I won't.  Who knows with me?&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm off to play Kung-Fu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o&lt;br /&gt;&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/7974441476169943246-652361813306976232?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/652361813306976232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=652361813306976232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/652361813306976232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/652361813306976232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2008/11/ughs-and-ring.html' title='Ughs and A Ring'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SReFCsQszLI/AAAAAAAAAKY/eZgyEv5gNKs/s72-c/Ughs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-4880796435152431384</id><published>2008-10-15T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T20:16:56.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Man!!  I am so freakin' bummed!  The Aliens never showed.  I had been so excited, I was looking forward to some benevolant guidance.  But I guess there was a HUGE traffic jam in hyperspace.  And I'm talking HUGE!!!  Hopefully they'll show up in a couple of days...I'm starting to doubt it though.  I guess I'll just have to wait for the Asgard to show up and take me away....of the Goa'uld to come and attack.  Lord knows when that could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-4880796435152431384?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/4880796435152431384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=4880796435152431384' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/4880796435152431384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/4880796435152431384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2008/10/what.html' title='What!?'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-7091494590584410774</id><published>2008-10-13T19:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T19:14:28.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aliens Are Coming!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I was clicking around the boards on FP (an online game I play) and was delighted by this post someone had made.  Apparently, the aliens are coming tomorrow!?  I'm pretty freakin' excited.  So all ya'll need to keep an eye out for their humungo ship.  Kay?  Kay.  And take a picture and text it to me, cause with my luck I'll probably miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A9_FMsw5fN8&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A9_FMsw5fN8&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for some more alien excitement go to &lt;a href="http://10-14-08.blogspot.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; blog.  You know you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-7091494590584410774?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/7091494590584410774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=7091494590584410774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/7091494590584410774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/7091494590584410774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2008/10/aliens-are-coming.html' title='The Aliens Are Coming!?'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-1461778738642736313</id><published>2008-10-11T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T10:34:33.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya Know Those Great Text Conversations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That you just don't want to get rid of, but don't have the space to keep 'em on your phone and don't have a memory card to put them on?  Well I have one of those and I have to immortilize it on this fair blog of mine.  So, it probably won't make any sense to you, but this post is for more, not you.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a buddy of mine, we'll call her Coolio 9000, were having a perfectly normal conversation about indoor soccer when I found out that -GASP!- she won't be playing on the same team as me this year, but against me.  So what did that turn into?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Me: I'll see you on the field then.  Be prepared to get scored on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coolio 9000: Hah! In your dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Me: In yours! I will so score on you.  Pwnage will be mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coolio 9000: Oh yeah?!  Puh-leeze.  Get ready to be owned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Me: No way!  I will cram that ball down your throat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coolio 9000: I'm gonna shove it where the sun don't shine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Me: Hahah.  Only in anger because I will have owned you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coolio 9000: Naw!  It'll be in triumph after I deny your ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Me: You can deny my ass as long as you don't deny my goals! xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coolio 9000: Psht, you're gonna get denied!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Me: Never!  My ball will slide right past your outstretched hands and it'll be beautiful!  You will be owned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coolio 9000: My outstretched hand is gonna block the ball and trip you up.  Then my drop kick is going to float past the keep for the best damn goal ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Me: No, because the only way you'll block it is if it's someone else, and in that case I'll be in goal and make the best damn save ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coolio 9000: Oh lawd you keep dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Me: I will!  And when we play you that dream will become a reality!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coolio 9000: Yeah right you just wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Me: I wait with baited breath because I need some good owning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coolio 9000: I look forward to the owning of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Me: Ch'ya right.  I am owned by nobody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coolio 9000: Soon to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Me: Never!  I am as free as the eagles!  I may be tagged, but I will never be owned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coolio 9000: I'll cage you like a panda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Me: Hahah.  I'll use my kung fu on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coolio 9000: I'll be a hidden dragon and ambush you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Me: My crouching tiger will claw your firey ass to shreds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coolio 9000: My house of flying daggers will protect me and demolish you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Me: My personal force field will protect me and rebound your flying daggers back at you and cut you up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coolio 9000: The force is gonna send them right back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Me: I'll have Scotty beam me up and out of harm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coolio 9000: I'll have the tribbles occupy Scotty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Me: I'll have Q come and take me away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Coolio 9000: I'll get Kligon Q to bring you back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Me: I'll have him distracted by the tribbles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coolio 9000: I've 6 more where that came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Me: 6 makes no difference against the power of Darth Vadar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that's pretty much how our fantabulous conversation ended.  We proceeded to discuss Star Wars in more detail, but none of it was as epic as the originial conversation.  I just love how start at soccer, and end up at Star Wars while traversing through pandas, eagles, Star Trek, and Star Trek: The Next Generation.  Definitely epic.  This is the same chick I had an epic conversation about Hobo's with, but those texts are long deleted, and I'm not a genius who can go into cyber space and find them -sigh-.  Most definitely was that an epic conversation.  Dude, I love my Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-1461778738642736313?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/1461778738642736313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=1461778738642736313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/1461778738642736313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/1461778738642736313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2008/10/ya-know-those-great-text-conversations.html' title='Ya Know Those Great Text Conversations'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-2271061342050464983</id><published>2008-10-06T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T09:14:42.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>See?  Not Crazy,</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks after I got back from my LIFE is Good adventure my sister was watching Michael, ya know, that John Travolta movie where he's an angel?  Yep, that one.  Well I heard my Mom cracking up, and then I heard my name being called.  So I went downstairs and was told "Olivia!  Your kegel move isn't an original!" and proceeded to watch as Travolta danced it out with all the ladies in the bar, and about a minute into their dancing he was doin' my kegel move.  Cracked me up.  Then I was going to tell Diana that I really &lt;i&gt;wasn't&lt;/i&gt; crazy, but that would be ridiculous (because I am), and I had no idea how to explain it anyway, so I just didn't and forgot about it.  And now, these several months later, I had an epiphany in the shower (isn't that were all your best ideas happen?  That, or the crapper.) and I went on youtube, figuring, hoping, they would have the video.  And vwala! There it was.  So now you know I'm &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; crazy and I was just copying an uber cool dude.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FjVu1aAIdRM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FjVu1aAIdRM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-2271061342050464983?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/2271061342050464983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=2271061342050464983' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/2271061342050464983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/2271061342050464983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2008/10/see-not-crazy.html' title='See?  Not Crazy,'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-8984531861473016703</id><published>2008-09-20T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T08:09:56.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flyin' Solo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well that really was easy!  Hahah, I took the drivers test yesterday, and got a grand total of two points off because I crossed the line into the invisible oncoming traffic.  But I do that all the time, no biggy.  xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am, all excited.  See my cheesin smile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SNUQRKq9LwI/AAAAAAAAAKI/XEGkUtBguUM/s1600-h/License.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SNUQRKq9LwI/AAAAAAAAAKI/XEGkUtBguUM/s320/License.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248118827878526722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And then, to celebrate my &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;victory (okay, really it was just to have fun), I drove me n Audrey n Cece to &lt;a href="http://www.thegreatfrederickfair.com/"&gt;The Great Frederick Fair&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Where we had a blast hanging out with a whole hullabaloo of people, and running into more as we ran around for five (six?) hours.  Then I drove us, and some extras, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;home.  Sadly, this is the only picture I have from the fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SNURWAF3OqI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/UlzJO2CkIsg/s1600-h/Got+Milk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SNURWAF3OqI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/UlzJO2CkIsg/s320/Got+Milk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248120010449566370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;See, so sad....only picture....-sigh-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-8984531861473016703?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/8984531861473016703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=8984531861473016703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/8984531861473016703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/8984531861473016703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2008/09/well-that-really-was-easy-hahah-i-took.html' title='Flyin&apos; Solo'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SNUQRKq9LwI/AAAAAAAAAKI/XEGkUtBguUM/s72-c/License.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-8321996139090886030</id><published>2008-09-11T09:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T10:08:00.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bit o Crazy</title><content type='html'>No you see the trouble with poet is how do you know it's deceased....sorry, I'm watching Sweeney Todd, and that brings the possibility of random Olivia singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let us see, what's new in good 'ole Olivia Universe?  Hmm...dance started two weeks ago.  This year I'm doing Musical Theater and Jazz.  Hip-Hop was fun, but I'm enjoying Jazz and MT so much more.  I have the same teacher as last year (for both classes!), which makes me uber happy.  If I'm lucky enough I'll get her next year for Jazz and MT as well.  I'm also training to run a half marathon.  I admire those people who run a full marathon, but I just don't think I could run for that long, because, stamina aside, I'd get bored.  Two hours, give or take a couple of minutes, is long enough for me. Ooo!  And I go in for my drivers test on the 19th, woo-hoo!  Then I cruise.  Or, ya know, if I'm driving the stick, I lurch.  Anyway, I'm excited.  Though most everyone seems to fear it, but that's just because I'm "irresponsible".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we're farm sitting for Danielle and Co., should be pretty fun.  Mom and I are going to spend some of tomorrow watching poor, nervous, sweaty teenagers take the drivers test up at the DMV, cause the best way to learn is through watching others mistakes.  Tonight I go see The Dark Knight again, cause I love that movie and I pretty much demand all my friends see it on the big screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the sea!!  Don't you love the weather!!  By the sea, we'll grow old together!  Hahah, I love that song.  And that red candy cane lookin' dress she wears is FABULOUS!!!!  I want one.  Actually, pretty much I want her and all of her outfits.  Him too.  It should be against the law to have so much beautiful in one movie.  Actually, it shouldn't, cause then I'd be sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was my bit o crazy kickin' in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...I think I am done.  Not sure, I probably have more news, but I can't remember it, and I'll just keep typing it until I do and any poor readers that are reading this will have a lot to read, so I shall be done...after this.  No, I'm not going to sing, I'm just gonna write that I had received my second holes.  They're oh so snazzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-8321996139090886030?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/8321996139090886030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=8321996139090886030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/8321996139090886030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/8321996139090886030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2008/09/bit-o-crazy.html' title='Bit o Crazy'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-2227929414874151527</id><published>2008-08-25T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:05:00.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's a girl to do when her favorite tv show gets pulled?  Stargate Atlantis was canceled a couple of days ago, so once this season is over I guess my Friday nights will be free (but who knows, I just might sit in front of the tv from 10-11 making up a show as I go).  Luckily, they're going to make a movie (or two), so at least I'll have that little piece of the pie.  So long friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I get my license in two weeks, or maybe three, but either way it's soooooon.  And then!!!!  I'll be able to drive myself to work, dance, and soccer.  Well, work once I get a job anyway.  Sheetz has yet to call me about my application, and I have yet to turn in my application to The Common Market (see how productive I am on my job hunt?).  But I'm not rushing, we're going to the beach at the end of September so I figure if I don't get one what's it matter cause then I know for sure I'll have off the entire week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uh, yeah, I think that's it.  I can't think of anything else to say....hmm.....nope, nothing comes to mind.  Ain't it crazy how I can go on and on in person, but you put me behind a computer screen and I'm like "......" Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-2227929414874151527?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/2227929414874151527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=2227929414874151527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/2227929414874151527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/2227929414874151527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2008/08/sigh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-4693933042778902627</id><published>2008-07-27T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T23:23:00.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After a year and a half (give or take a couple of months) I'm getting to see my rarely seen cousin Kayla.  As little kids we were more like sisters, the older sibling I don't have.  As we grew up things in our lives changed and we grew apart, but whenever she comes into town I love the chance to hang out with her.  Tonight is that chance, it's a little after eleven now and she'll be her in about two hours, and tomorrow we'll go down the creek.  Sadly, I don't have any pictures from the past years to show you because I don't have printer that works to scan in the old pictures and my pictures of pictures just didn't turn out.  I'll have it be known, we were very cute.  Course, we still are, but we were cute in that little kid cute way.  (:  Anyhoo, I am off now to make a cup o joe cause I need to be awake still in two hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-4693933042778902627?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/4693933042778902627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=4693933042778902627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/4693933042778902627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/4693933042778902627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2008/07/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-6060257699103232544</id><published>2008-06-27T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T19:02:12.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>List of UpDates, 'Cause I'm too lazy to do anything more complex</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just a couple of updates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1) I made it home fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) I had my wisdom teeth cut out on Monday. For the first couple of days my face was, like, a zillion and a half times bigger than it normally is, but now the swellings gone down and it's only about twice the size. The stitches come out on Monday and I'm hoping the swelling will go down even more then.  But for now, I shall run around the house looking like a chipmunk.  -Imagine dramatic sigh here-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3) Charlotte's here! We've been wanting to host an exchange student for several years now, and finally we had the time to host one. I haven't spent much time with her (preferring to hide in my room with my aching mouth), but the little bit of time I have spent with her I really like her. She's quiet (which is funny considering none of us our), but she's also outgoing, not afraid to ask questions and say what she wants. I'm looking forward to spending the next month with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;4) I turned sixteen about a week ago and Nic turned fifteen. I don't really feel any different than fifteen, I definitely don't feel sweet. xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5) We're not moving to my Grandparents house anymore.  Instead we're going to move....somewhere else.  Don't know where yet.  I'm rooting for Vancouver, B.C. but I'm thinking it'll be somewhere closer to....well, here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;6) ....Actually, I don't think I have a sixth update....WAIT!!! YES I DO!!! And it's the most exciting.  Stargate Atlantis starts in Two Weeks, Three Hours, and 14 Minutes!!! :D I'm so very excited!!! If you couldn't tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, that really is it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-6060257699103232544?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/6060257699103232544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=6060257699103232544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/6060257699103232544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/6060257699103232544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2008/06/list-of-updates-cause-im-too-lazy-to-do.html' title='List of UpDates, &apos;Cause I&apos;m too lazy to do anything more complex'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-1857882504688655293</id><published>2008-06-11T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T12:08:19.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>White Water Rafting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Is totally righteous, I am not kidding you.  Well, it's totally righteous if you don't mind getting soaking wet and/or falling out of your raft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ya know, it's a funny thing falling out of rafts.  Take my Aunt for example, I kept telling her it was going to be her, that if any of us went it would have to be her.  Why? Mostly to antagonize her. :D  Turns out I was right though, and it makes for some good laughs.  Watch this clip I made of my poor Aunt, who is at this present moment, my favorite form of entertainment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1jkPNuLOE6U&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1jkPNuLOE6U&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry there's no music, I'm not home and don't have my full library of music.  I had wanted to use Evanescence's Going Under, but like I said, I don't have my full library of music, so alas.  I find it hilarious, course maybe you have to be there and know the chick to think it's funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyhoo, that was my Tuesday evening.  Probably one of the best times I've had since I started my trip.  And now I get to go home and turn sixteen, and then get my wisdom teeth out.  Ooo, and our exchange student shows up....the same day I get my teeth out.&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/7974441476169943246-1857882504688655293?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/1857882504688655293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=1857882504688655293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/1857882504688655293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/1857882504688655293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2008/06/white-water-rafting.html' title='White Water Rafting'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-2132545142955526277</id><published>2008-06-03T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:40:50.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Done With The Greyhound</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here I am, finally, in Colorado, after some 24+ hours on the Greyhound.  Let me say that is an experience I will never forget.  By no means a bad experience, but most definitely an interesting one.  Most of the people seemed to be on the po&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;orer side of Life, so they gave off a different vibe then those on the planes. There were definitely some creeps, but the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;re were also some really nice people and I enjoyed talking to them.  Luckily for me, I had pulled an all nighter Sunday night 'cause I had gone baking with Diana and then just stayed up and packed, which made it a lot easier for me to fall asleep in those uber uncomfortable seats.  Of course, I was so tired I ended up hallucinating that I was having a conversation via text....and in the end  I still didn't get very much sleep, about six hours or so in all, but it was enough for me to smile for this picture.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SEYRQ5kdJ1I/AAAAAAAAAG0/YO5N8fVg0lg/s1600-h/208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SEYRQ5kdJ1I/AAAAAAAAAG0/YO5N8fVg0lg/s320/208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207869001129862994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Aunt and cousin were waiting for me when I got off and they whisked me off back to their house.  I spent the rest of the day running around with my cousin, and then chilling at the house.  I'm too tired to do much of anything.  We'd been talking about going to the rodeo but it looked like it was going to rain so we nixed that idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what we have planned for while I'm here, probably just hanging out.  My other Aunt and Uncle are going to be picking me up on Sunday, and I have a full week planned with them so maybe I'll just chill out while I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a final note, despite how I acted, I was loathe to leave Corvallis and my homepeople there.  I'm gonna miss the area, it had a sweet vibe to it.  Be warned Corvallis, I have more then half a mind to come out for an extended stay (somewhere along 3-4 months).&lt;br /&gt;Peace, and Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-2132545142955526277?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/2132545142955526277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=2132545142955526277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/2132545142955526277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/2132545142955526277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2008/06/done-with-greyhound.html' title='Done With The Greyhound'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SEYRQ5kdJ1I/AAAAAAAAAG0/YO5N8fVg0lg/s72-c/208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-5571120611218150298</id><published>2008-05-29T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:40:51.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LIFE is Good was awesome. Contrary to my plans, I took hardly any pictures (I think Diana's constant picture taking made me think my LIG journey was getting documented). If they ever find anyway to take memories and turn 'em into pictures I'll be sure to post them. Anyhoo, I had a kick ass time. I only did one funshop (Condom Art, or whatever it was called), and I just spent a lot of the weekend socializing. I sadly, did not fulfill my plans to embarrass Danielle, though I did hear people weren't to believe a word I said about her.&lt;/span&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;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I received two new names whilst hanging out. One little girl decided to call me Silly Clown or just Clown after a night of me playing in the rain to amuse myself, and in turn it amused her. I actually don't think that she knows my real name.... Another girl (as her Mom later told me) calls me her donkey and/or horsey because while the parents were sitting around drinking wine/beer I was entertaining one two of the kids by being their horsey (the older one calls me her horsey/donkey). I actually have a photo of that, courtesy of Diana. (And dude, random addition, the spell check on this thing counts horsey as a word, whodathunk?) Oh, and dude again, I have a photo of me in the rain. Just found it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205976721746373490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SD9YPvilK3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/e_bzS9C5MZo/s320/08+05+25+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205978061776169858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SD9ZdvilK4I/AAAAAAAAAGc/4iFbHcmZil4/s320/Playin+In+The+Rain5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Yes, I got wetter then that. And, yes, the string of my pants is over my neck.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think that's what I loved the most about this conference, the little kids. They're everywhere, and they love me. I may never be able to cater to older peoples sense of humor, but little kids, man they think I am a riot. Nice for an ego boost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hmm, I think that's all I have to say for now. At least, that's all I can remember to say....write. What do you call this? Ah, who cares. I'm gonna go watch Sweeney Todd with some new comers to the Sweeney Todd cult. Poor deprived souls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Peace.&lt;/span&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/7974441476169943246-5571120611218150298?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/5571120611218150298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=5571120611218150298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/5571120611218150298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/5571120611218150298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2008/05/life-is-good-was-awesome.html' title='Conference'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SD9YPvilK3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/e_bzS9C5MZo/s72-c/08+05+25+067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-7845177913245165931</id><published>2008-05-20T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T21:08:20.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, I'm almost off.  It is, at exactly this moment, 12:05, and I get up in less then four hours to go to the airport.  But the late night last minute packing will all be worth it when I get out there.  I just may have to sleep for 16 hours one night to catch up on sleep.  xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;To everyone I'm leaving, I shall see you in three and a half weeks.  To everyone I'm going to, I'll see you less then 24 hours.  Hoo-hah.  Man I'm tired.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-7845177913245165931?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/7845177913245165931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=7845177913245165931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/7845177913245165931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/7845177913245165931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-off.html' title='I&apos;m Off'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-337097207593834335</id><published>2008-05-05T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T12:01:01.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Moving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sho&lt;/span&gt;!  I'm so excited.  After six years in Frederick, we're moving back to Washington County.  But more importantly, a bigger house with a creek and woods.  Oh yes, we have hit a haven of sorts.  Actually, the house we're moving to had been (still is right now) my Grandparents house.  They've lived there for something like 30 years, but they're moving out.  Last I heard it was a toss up between Pennsylvania and Florida...though I'm sure my Grandfather, at least, would prefer Florida.  We too, were looking to move out, so there you have it.  Great timing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The 'rents are looking at putting our house on the market by June, and we hope to be out of here by late June or early July, which means I'll be having a belated birthday party at the new place.  I'm thinking we'll go tubing.  :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Anyhoo&lt;/span&gt;, that's my snazzy news.  Now I just have to pack up a majority of my room before I leave for Oregon (whilst packing for Oregon) and I'll be good to go.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, maybe I should get started with that....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-337097207593834335?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/337097207593834335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=337097207593834335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/337097207593834335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/337097207593834335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2008/05/were-moving.html' title='We&apos;re Moving!'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-6531871711334625083</id><published>2008-04-09T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:40:52.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aiight, so about a month ago now I got my permit. Whoo-hoo! Pretty exciting stuff. It was apparent early on that I was going to have issues with the lines (I mean, c'mon, they're lines, they keep you in, I don't like being kept in :P). I'm getting better about that, though I still have a tendency to drift over to the white line. And I'm almost always going too slow or too fast, depends on the car and who I'm driving with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anywho, so it's been a month (about) and while I was at my Grandma's today she was like "Hey, you wanna put up some barrels and practice parallel parking?" I was like "Dude, totally!" I love any chance to goof off in the car. So we set up two barrels and I learned to parallel park. I worked on that for an hour and a half, I killed a couple of pedestrians, dented the Mercedes and the BMW, but besides that things went pretty well. And I took some pictures to show my amazing parking skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187429391883562722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/R_1zjDij7uI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Y9t4Snw-ans/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Probably my best park job of them all. Right next to the curb, and no dead pedestrians or dented cars. xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187430289531727602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/R_10XTij7vI/AAAAAAAAAFM/LTV0Pzb63q0/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This was the BMW (driven by a mister Benjamn More Weston) I kept denting. If he didn't park so damn close....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187430796337868546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/R_100zij7wI/AAAAAAAAAFU/J1bTLVQip9Y/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And this is the Mercedes, didn't dent him quite as much, but I think I hit him harder when I did hit him....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187431230129565458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/R_11ODij7xI/AAAAAAAAAFc/VbUoSHOTlUo/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And this is one of my "You could've done better....a lot better" park jobs. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187431698281000738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/R_11pTij7yI/AAAAAAAAAFk/CrsUrLyZ4Y0/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And this, well this is my oh so cheesy carmate Abidoodle.  She's pretty damn funny, we had a good time listening to music, singing, dancing, laughing, you know, chillin' like sisters do.  Good times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ya know, it's days like today that make me go "Oh yeah, Life is truly good."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anywho, that was a majority of my day.  But it, along with everything else, was oodles of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Peace out, wish me luck on the driving, and have good day (night. thing. whatever.).&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/7974441476169943246-6531871711334625083?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/6531871711334625083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=6531871711334625083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/6531871711334625083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/6531871711334625083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2008/04/driving-fun.html' title='Driving Fun'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/R_1zjDij7uI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Y9t4Snw-ans/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-7153458262478079807</id><published>2008-03-27T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T18:08:02.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Catch Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah Easter, the time of year for peace, happiness, and joy. Kinda like Christmas, but instead of presents you hunt for eggs and a basket and get cavities. Righteous man. Course, I didn't hunt for eggs cause I was in North Carolina and the other Smiths don't let anyone over the age of 13 hunt for eggs (and didn't hunt for a basket cause I was a piss when I got home and made Cece just give it to me). I did, however, lose my phone. Correction, I lost it, but it was later found, water logged and smellin' like a shit hole. Yeah, I dropped it in the toilet. See, I'd leaned over to flush the toilet and after successfully doing that I heard a small "plop" sound, and when I looked in the toilet for the source to my horror I saw my phone swirling around with my pee. Instead of immediately acting I thought "I really should grab for that, because it &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; go down and then &lt;strong&gt;I'll&lt;/strong&gt; be in the shit hole." but I didn't, so it did. After that I reached as far down the pipe as I could to see if I could reach it, but, of course, I couldn't. So I gave up, dried my toilet water covered arm and went to tell either Eloise or Larry that they just may be having some toilet problems in the near future and to call me when the bill came.&lt;br /&gt;And Dude, that wasn't even the most exciting part of my evening (as a matter of fact, that was kind of heartbreaking). The most exciting part was Jay finding the baby squirrels. Have you ever seen a baby squirrel? They are cute as a button, and tempting enough to bring home if one doesn't have common sense (even then, it's pretty damn hard). So, while Thomas screamed like the little girl he most definitely is not, Jay handed over one of the baby squirrels and let me examine my prize. Upon examining I saw the gazillions, yes, that's an accurate number, of fleas and mites crawling over this poor little fella. I tried to convince the adults to let there little ones touch 'im, but when that didn't work I informed Jay that they were crawling with these little creatures and that we should probably put them back in their nest (the squirrels, not that fleas and mites, I didn't, and don't, know where there nest is). He obliged and we got out a ladder and I climbed up to place them back with their brethren. The mother squirrel then happily chided at us and moved her babies to a more secure location. Go in peace little friends, grow up good and strong so that you to can have babies that will fall out of badly built nests. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;All in all, Easter was pretty good.  I mean, my phone is now sitting in a plastic bag with strict orders to not let it out cause apparently I could catch a disease or two....whatever that is.  But besides that I had a great time hanging out, talking to people I'd heard about for a majority of my Life but had never actually met.  Most deff one of the best Easters I've had.  In the top 15, for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ooo, and we can't forget the dyed hair.  I don't have any pictures because I'm a lazy bum who doesn't like to take pictures of herself, but if I can get someone to take a picture of me I'll post it....maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-7153458262478079807?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/7153458262478079807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=7153458262478079807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/7153458262478079807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/7153458262478079807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2008/03/little-catch-up.html' title='A Little Catch Up'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-2703455395767660910</id><published>2008-03-05T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T15:36:50.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I so wish Spring where here, with no snow the cold is just annoying.  But for now, I'll dream of Jamaica.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.vacation-travel-center.com/Jamaica/jamaica.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to go there...doesn't it look nice? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.stivinis.com/images/click_pina-colada.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Drink this...love my pina coladas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.jupiterimages.com/common/detail/43/19/22571943.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And spend time with the people I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hugs and Sparkles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-2703455395767660910?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/2703455395767660910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=2703455395767660910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/2703455395767660910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/2703455395767660910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-3939873528938907027</id><published>2008-01-22T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T18:00:49.755-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snowboarding Two Week Notice Injury'/><title type='text'>Two Weeks Notice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:eurostile;"&gt;I gave mine today. Actually, it'll be two weeks and a days 'cause I agreed to work Thursday the 7th. Things just weren't going well for me, I wasn't happy. Long story short, too many issues with the boss. I'm going to miss the groomers, and Danette, but I can always stop in and see them. I don't know if I'm going to go right back to finding a job, or if I'm just going to wait until the fall when I get back from my summer travels. We'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Eurostile;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Eurostile;"&gt;On another note, I hurt my back snowboarding. I'm not even sure what happened, one minute I was flying down the hill, next minute I was on the ground. Turns out I hurt my Sacral Iliac, so now I'm stuck doing nothing for ten days and am stuck wearing a brace until at least next Monday. Like I've said several times over the past couple of days, at least it wasn't my neck (oh so dramatic, I know) =P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-3939873528938907027?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/3939873528938907027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=3939873528938907027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/3939873528938907027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/3939873528938907027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2008/01/two-weeks-notice.html' title='Two Weeks Notice'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-1274612353573702502</id><published>2008-01-10T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T20:36:41.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe It's Just Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But this video is hysterical. It gets me every time. He just morphs! It's insane. Everytime his voice changes I break out in fresh laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t9-CS2v8wcc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t9-CS2v8wcc&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And these little kids are just great. The little blond haired boy at the end is my favorite, man is he a little cutie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w6ylxWcwkUM&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w6ylxWcwkUM&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-1274612353573702502?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/1274612353573702502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=1274612353573702502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/1274612353573702502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/1274612353573702502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2008/01/maybe-its-just-me.html' title='Maybe It&apos;s Just Me'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-684655364366596148</id><published>2008-01-07T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T19:25:09.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Little Bit of News</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I, as in Olivia I, am taking Drivers Ed.  Drivers of Maryland beware, I am on the road with my permit come March.  Mwhahaha.  And drivers of the rest of the world, I don't know when I can drive out of state (cause it's not like I was &lt;em&gt;actually &lt;/em&gt;paying attention :P), but you too should keep an eye out.  xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh, and a nice big huge and pre-thanks to Danielle for changing the pick-up time to 5-9 (or 8, whatever it is) cause that'll help me in my quest for the required ten hours of evening driving.  At least for a while.....anywho, sparkles and hugs to you.....Dani (just imagine Nic saying it).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-684655364366596148?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/684655364366596148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=684655364366596148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/684655364366596148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/684655364366596148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-little-bit-of-news.html' title='Just A Little Bit of News'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-5533097830732769824</id><published>2008-01-01T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T18:25:14.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So What Happens....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When your New Year resolution gets off to a bad start? 'Cause mine just did. I had minorly injured my ankle on Saturday at my soccer game, but I thought, or hoped, that it would be healed by '08. No such luck. I guess it was a minor sprain, instead of a minor twist. Go figure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;All in all it's very aggravating. Partly because I feel like somewhat of a ditz for getting hurt, partly because I actually wanted to go for a run, and partly because, like any injury, it's debilitating. It hurts to stand up for too long, it hurts to do stairs, and sometimes it even hurts just sitting around (which always sucks, throbbing pain while you're doing nothing, awful :P).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Aside from that my welcoming of '08 has been fantastic. I went to a friends house last night and had a great time. She's one of my best friends, her boyfriend and I are also really good friends, and all of her other friends are insane.....so we get along fabulously. :P We goofed off all night, shouted out the count down, and then set off fireworks. A good night by my standards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So how'd your alls New Years Eve go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-5533097830732769824?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/5533097830732769824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=5533097830732769824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/5533097830732769824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/5533097830732769824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-what-happens.html' title='So What Happens....'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-5596057497993146738</id><published>2007-12-30T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T20:32:10.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Two New Years Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have two resolutions for the year of 2008.  The first one I had also made last year, it only lasted until the middle of March.  The second one is something I've been striving to achieve for several months now, and I've decided to make it a New Years Resolution (cause that just makes it seem more important, don't it now).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Number Uno: To run at least One mile everday.  And if for some reason (say I'm sick, injured, etc.) that I can't get in my mile, the back up resolution is to run the same amount of miles in the month.  (Does it work to have a back up resloution?  Doesn't matter, cause I'm changing the rules.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Number Dose: To just be happy.  I've decided that all I want to be as I go through life is happy.  For some people it seems so simple, but I have a somewhat melancholy personality that shoots me down, and it shoots me down far.  So resolution number two is to be happy.  I've taken to drawing a smiley face on my wrist, and since he such wonky eyes he makes me laugh, which makes me happy.  Hopefully I won't need my dude one day (who's name, by the way, is Lomly, cause he reminds me of Larry, Mo, and Curly).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So those are my resolutions, what are yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-5596057497993146738?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/5596057497993146738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=5596057497993146738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/5596057497993146738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/5596057497993146738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-two-new-years-resolutions.html' title='My Two New Years Resolutions'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-4468502054796023523</id><published>2007-12-25T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:40:53.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; What &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a good, and different, Christmas we had in the Smith household this year. Instead of getting nice, big, expensive presents from our parents we are going on trips (next Thursday we're going Sking and Snowboarding) and only had stocking stuffers, which are some of my favorite presents. Like the pair of hand made slippers I got! I'd seen them in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.terressentials.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Terressentials&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; several weeks ago and kept going back to them, but didn't buy them. I guess Mom noticed because they were in my stocking today. Yay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148104145642943794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/R3G9cdPDdTI/AAAAAAAAACs/tMV6Hs6mU2k/s200/050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Aren't the gorgeous? I love the colors, and they're sooo comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let's see....Cece bought me these amazingly cool gold, sparkly tights that are Rocky Horror Picture Show-esk. They're fantastic, and I love 'em. Sadly, they're in the wash so I show any pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Grandmother, God bless her, bought me a new digital camera. Mine was abused by me and I'd been talking about getting one for several months. Thanks to her, I don't have to spend my money. It's a nice camera, a Nikon, and it has so much more extra stuff then my old camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;By far one of my favorite presents was from my Aunt Carolyn and Uncle David. It had a tag on it that said "For Olivia, and her unique sense of humor", well that piqued my interest and I opened the first box to find......&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148107835019851090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/R3HAzNPDdVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/oIhAqiqXpgk/s320/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Cookie cutters in the shape of gingerbread men. And not just any gingerbread me, ABC* gingerbread men. The picture isn't very good, but if you can see one has a leg missing, one has an arm missing, and one has it's head missing. I laughed for a good long while, let me tell you, and I would still laugh when I looked at the box hours later. I also proceeded to bake some sugar cookies with the lovely new design of ABC* cookies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These are what the finished products looked like, not the best picture, but it'll do. They also tasted really good, which please me cause this was the first time that I'd ever made sugar cookies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148110661108331890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/R3HDXtPDdXI/AAAAAAAAADM/uplsqNcNrLQ/s320/059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The next package contained a package of sticky notes that wasn't your normal bright colors, it has check boxes saying funny stuff like "I want you to....shut up, go away, like me, and of course your normal call me/e-mail me. It also had a notepad that says stuff along the same lines. All in all, they made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And last but not least, I got a moose ornament.  See,  I have this obsessions with Moose that started about a year and a half ago and I thought it was awesome that Mom and Dad found a Moose ornament.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'd say it was a pretty good year.  I got the stuff I wanted, had a marvelous time, and spent time with family.  What's not to love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now I want to hear about you and yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Already Been Chewed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Don't you just love that companys sense of humor? :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-4468502054796023523?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/4468502054796023523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=4468502054796023523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/4468502054796023523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/4468502054796023523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/R3G9cdPDdTI/AAAAAAAAACs/tMV6Hs6mU2k/s72-c/050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-317991338815406972</id><published>2007-12-22T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:40:54.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Of My Favorite Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Stargate SG-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I absolutely adore this show. It's reduced me to tears, made me laugh 'til I cried, kept me on a string, and given me my desire to write (Stargate FanFictions where my first bits of writing). Sadly, SG-1 ended this July, after a fabulous 10 year run that put them in the Guinness Book of World Records.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146868586631099618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/R21ZtdPDdOI/AAAAAAAAACE/P9RvImQIUkc/s320/StargateSG-1Past%26Present.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the cast of SG-1, from Seasons 1-10. Some of the characters from past seasons have moved on to higher ranking jobs in the military, and some are dead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. Stargate Atlantis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The spin off of SG-1 that was very easy to fall deeply in love with. As with SG-1, it's reduced me to tears, made me laugh 'til I cried, kept me on a string, and given me a desire to write. I've learned so much from both of these shows in the way of random facts, it's common for me to sprout off a random fact and for my Mom to go "Did 'ya learn that on Stargate?". At least half the time my answer is yes.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/R21VRdPDdMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sAO9AA_TozY/s1600-h/AtlantisSeason4Cast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146863707548251330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/R21VRdPDdMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sAO9AA_TozY/s320/AtlantisSeason4Cast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/R21UotPDdLI/AAAAAAAAABs/MHKyMsF-OTo/s1600-h/AtlantisSeason3Cast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146863007468582066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/R21UotPDdLI/AAAAAAAAABs/MHKyMsF-OTo/s320/AtlantisSeason3Cast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Season 4 Cast: Does the blond look familiar? She came from Stargate SG-1 to take over command of Atlantis since the brunette in the other picture (the former leader) is missing, presumed dead. Though we all know that may not be true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/R21UotPDdLI/AAAAAAAAABs/MHKyMsF-OTo/s1600-h/AtlantisSeason3Cast.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Season 3 Cast: See the pretty lady in the front? We don't know if she's dead or alive, though we all hope she's living. And the handsome man in the green? They killed him, much to the horror of fans all around the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3. Soccer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Is a huge passion of mine. I've been playing for five years, and though I dropped my outdoor team in April and have yet to find a new team, it is still a big part of my life. Soccer's been a major player in shaping me into the person I am today. Learning to accept defeat graciously, learning to win graciously, perseverance, and accepting things for what they are. I have a feeling it will always be a part of my life in some form or another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ww1.prweb.com/prfiles/2006/06/06/395648/soccer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How can you not love this sport? I'm not even sure where the ball is in this picture, but my guess would be the keeper cleared it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;vies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;'Tis true, movies are one of my favorite things. And it's not just certain movies, it's all movies. I mean sure, I do have my preferences on actors and genres, but I will hardly ever say no to going to the movies. I love the art of movie making, and the result of all that work. I believe every movie and character should be savored. I love the stories that can be told through movies. The villains are particular favorites of mine, because I don't actually view anyone as a completely evil. I look through their eyes and see why they are how they are, I mean, they're definitely bad people and deserve to be classified as villains, but they have intriguing pasts. Like Sweeney Todd, man have I fallen in love with that movie. But let's not go there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. Unschooling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love the fact that I am unschooled. Every time I sit back and think about it I thank my lucky stars. My life would be so different if I wasn't. So many amazing people wouldn't be in my life, I wouldn't have the amazing relationships that I have with my siblings and parents, and I would be getting in so much trouble at school. Not because I'm bad, but because I just don't agree with most everything that the school system does and am not afraid to speak my mind. Needless to say, I'd be good friends with the principal and detention would be my homie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;6. Burts Bees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My Mother brought home some Burt's Bees sometime ago and told us we were to try it as a chapstick because it was better for out bodies. It didn't take too long to fall in love with this stuff. Now I always have one on hand. I love the peppermint one (my mother and two of my sisters have moved on to the Honey) and can go through a stick pretty quickly during the winter season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. My Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Nothing can be said to express how much these people mean to me. They're there through thick and thin. Every single on of them has been victim to my sharp, cold, vindictive tongue and they all still have my back when I need them. Words can't describe my pride in them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146878538070324498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/R21iwtPDdRI/AAAAAAAAACc/ZaA5gteJQZo/s320/150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It may be an old picture (by about a year), but it's one of the best and comes with some of the happiest memories I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-317991338815406972?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/317991338815406972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=317991338815406972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/317991338815406972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/317991338815406972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2007/12/seven-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='Seven Of My Favorite Things'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/R21ZtdPDdOI/AAAAAAAAACE/P9RvImQIUkc/s72-c/StargateSG-1Past%26Present.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-6629302821798910340</id><published>2007-12-19T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T14:33:00.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think Everyone Should Have This On A Shirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"You better brace yourself for a whole lot of ugly coming at you from a never ending parade of stupid." Queen Latifah as Motormouth Maybelle in Hairspray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Isn't that the truth for anyone who's just too out there?  Or too different?  This is my next project, I just have to figure out how to screen print.  xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-6629302821798910340?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/6629302821798910340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=6629302821798910340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/6629302821798910340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/6629302821798910340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-think-everyone-should-have-this-on.html' title='I Think Everyone Should Have This On A Shirt'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-5006522978814301676</id><published>2007-12-17T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T16:25:06.288-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U.S. economy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='government'/><title type='text'>Our Government At It's Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow. My Mom had sent me a link a couple of weeks back saying to watch this, that it was long, but to watch it. Today I finally did. It is incredible. It's about twenty minutes long and it talks about the consuming that U.S. citizens do and how it's effecting our society. I'd known it was bad, and I'd kinda, sorta, pitched in. But the numbers she gave were astounding. And the information was actually quite scary. I didn't know it was THAT bad. I suggest you watch it. It's an eye opener, and for those whose eyes are already opened, maybe you'd like to hear what she has to say about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.storyofstuff.com/"&gt;The Story of Stuff&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is our government at it's best. God save us all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-5006522978814301676?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/5006522978814301676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=5006522978814301676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/5006522978814301676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/5006522978814301676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2007/12/our-government-at-its-best.html' title='Our Government At It&apos;s Best'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-8124301427427464144</id><published>2007-12-16T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T12:42:38.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Be A Gangster</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/khFhF64P3VQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/khFhF64P3VQ&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;These guys make me laugh everytime I watch this video.  I was in tears and couldn't breath the first time I watched it, that's how hard I was laughing.  Hope you'll like it.  :D  Though I can understand if you don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-8124301427427464144?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/8124301427427464144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=8124301427427464144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/8124301427427464144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/8124301427427464144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-to-be-gangster.html' title='How To Be A Gangster'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-5256758149684236261</id><published>2007-12-15T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T07:45:04.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Facts About Yours Truly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He he, I saw this on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hahamommy.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Diana's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; blog and had to do it. It looked like so much fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The rules: Once you've been tagged, you have to write a blog of ten weird or random facts about you, your habits, or your goals. At the end, choose ten people to be tagged, listing their names and why you chose them. Don't forget to leave each a comment (such as, "You're IT!") with instructions to read your blog. You can't tag the person who tagged you, but you should let her know when you've posted to your blog so she can see your answers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. I'm an amazing bullshitter. And I don't mean in only the game. I can make just about anyone believe just about anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Sometimes I wish I was someone else. Someone glamorous and famous, then I resolve to become glamorous and famous. Then I realize I'm already pretty glamorous (if I do say so myself) and I question my want to be famous. Talk about any idenity crisis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. I have a horrid habit of stopping in the middle of my sentence and changing to a completely different subject. Why? Several reasons, one, I usually am just talking to talk. Two, something I said reminded me of something I'd said in a previous conversation that I then want to tell the current person I'm talking to about (if that makes any sense), and three, that's just how I am. I've learned to accept it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. I have this obsession with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0120762/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mulan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0120855/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tarzan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, as in, the Disney movies that are not at all historically accurate (I go on a rant everytime I watch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0119282/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hercules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, yet I still love that movie, strange how Disney can do that to ya). But what's a girl to do, when she has an obsession, she has an obsession. It'll end soon....maybe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. Though I complain 24/7 that I'm in some sort of pain, in reality it doesn't bother me. I just want to have something to complain about. My own logic says it doesn't make any sense, but it gives me so much satisfaction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. Despite all my outgoingness, I can actually get very stage fright, though I hide it well it's there. My heart is pounding, I talk to fast, and everythings all jumbled in my brain. But I love being on stage so I work through it and relax as things go on, hopefully I'll one day have no stage fright at all. Aside from a few butterfly's maybe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. I can't stay serious about anything for a long period of time. If I were in school I'd constantly be getting in trouble for being the class clown. I love to laugh and have a good time, even if it means getting me in trouble. It makes people really mad, but I don't understand why we can't all laugh and have a good time while still learning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. My disgust for certain traits in people make it really hard to admire and listen to the pople who are "above" me. From my perspective, I know more then them, or know a better way to do it, but since I'm only a kid and most of them don't want my opinion it causes problems, to say the least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. My only true goal in Life is to be happy, and to make the people around me laugh. I love getting even the most serious person to laugh, it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. Four of my greatest heros are my siblings. Though I only look up to one, they each have a trait about them that I would love to have myself and look up too and admire them for. Who says your heros have to be "big people"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whoever wants to do this must do it and send me the link so I know they did it. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Happy Birthday to my &lt;a href="http://thesmithsroad.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mommy&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-5256758149684236261?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/5256758149684236261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=5256758149684236261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/5256758149684236261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/5256758149684236261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2007/12/10-facts-about-yours-truly.html' title='10 Facts About Yours Truly'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-8728028796703254405</id><published>2007-12-12T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T12:54:01.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imma Monkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I finally got around to looking up enough Monkey Zodiac information to actually post a little something about it. Or maybe a lot something, but either way, it's something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Playful, even obliging at times, the Monkey hides the poor opinion he has of others beneath his apparent friendliness. He distrusts people born under any other sign and considers himself to be superior to all of them. He has plenty of intelligence and a fantastic ability to pull the wool over people's eyes. He is so artful that he can even fool the Dragon -- who is strong, stubborn, and no fool himself -- and resist the magnetism of the Tiger, whom he teases unmercifully. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He he, well Diana it seems that you pulling the boy's tail is completely and totally justifiable, just show him this when he starts glaring at you. :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first part of the Monkey's life will be happy. The second will be upset and confused and his plans will often miscarry. Once attaining a ripe old age, the Monkey will increasingly enjoy a simple, everyday life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm.....I'm not sure I like the sound of the second part of my life. I rather like that most of my plans work. At least I'll be happy when I'm old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Most Monkeys have one fetish - FOOD. They are not pigs, they don't stuff themselves with food, instead, they just have this habit of eating snacks whenever they like, and wherever they like. And one last truth about monkey people is, they adore bananas. Go visit your monkey friend's kitchen, I bet you will find some bananas there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:o I LOVE banana's!! Actually, I love food in general. I don't understand people who don't love food, it seems....archaic to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monkeys have flexible principles and serene self-confidence so they are completely content; but they usually manage to complicate the lives of others. After yet another plan or project has gone wrong, they are seldom there to help clean up the disorder and confusion that they leave in their wake. Monkeys can handle that too; with their charm and persuasiveness they can make people believe that just knowing them is a privilege.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He he, I laugh everytime I read the last sentence. Isn't it true though?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Positive Traits&lt;br /&gt;Inventive, versatile, humorous, generous, intelligent, witty, lively, independent, strong-willed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Negative Traits&lt;br /&gt;Manipulative, opinionated, conceited, egotistical, capricious, superficial, meddling, careless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Most Compatibility&lt;br /&gt;Rat, Dragon, Rooster&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well that's good, at least I know I'm compatible with Nic and Abi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Semi-Compatibility&lt;br /&gt;Pig, Goat, Horse, Monkey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Incompatibility&lt;br /&gt;Tiger, Ox, Rabbit, Dog, Snake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well how much does that suck? BOTH of my parents are Dogs, as is Audrey, my aunt is a Snake, my cousin is a Tiger, and several of my friends are born under those signs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So that's my Monkey info. I do have to say that I think we're one of the better sounding signs out there. Of course, that's a trait that is attributed to us Monkey's, so that could be the only reason. xP I love doing this kind of stuff, it makes me happy to learn about just about anything, but this is the bug that's bitten me so this is what I'm looking at every day. Next time I dive in to google I will look up Monkey-Gemini and just hope that my computer doesn't explode from all of the energy. :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ooo, interesting side note. I saw The Golden Compass last night. I am absolutely in love with that movie now. I'm not quite sure why it struck me so deep, but I &lt;strong&gt;loved&lt;/strong&gt; Nicole Kidman (she nailed the part), the girl who played Lyra (Dakota Blue Richards, who is a new actress) did a very good job for having no movie experience, and Daniel Craig was as charming as ever. Actually, everyone was well cast in that movie, and aced their parts. I can't wait for the second movie to come out, and they haven't even started filming yet! I don't even know when it'll be released! AH!! I can read the books, I will read the books, but I want to see Nicole Kidman in action (can you tell she was my most favorite part of the whole movie? :P). So now I will have to wait and cross my fingers that it's released sometime early 2009. God, I'll be 17 (or close to it), how scary is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Olivia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-8728028796703254405?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/8728028796703254405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=8728028796703254405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/8728028796703254405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/8728028796703254405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2007/12/imma-monkey.html' title='Imma Monkey'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-9049392192623438704</id><published>2007-12-11T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:40:54.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Booyah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I received an early Christmas present last night! My Granddaddy payed for me to get my cartilage pierced! I'm so physced! I've beeng gunnin' to get it done for a while now, and I've been putting it off because of the money, but when Granddaddy said that he had no idea what to get me for Christmas I suggested that he pay for my cartilage piercing. And what d'ya know, he agreed. Actually, it didn't surprise me, he's the Grandfather that has both of his hears pierced and will agree to get or do anything for me. Within reason anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night we went down to Snakemans and got it pierced. It wasn't as expensive as I thought it'd be, and it only hurt a little. To top it off, I learned something new. The part of the ear that he pierced is called the outer helix, instead of piercing the cartilage. You don't pierce the actual cartilage because of the ever lovely possibility of cauliflower ear, which involves fluid building up in the ear and giving you a funky lookin' ear because of all the fluid that is built up. It can also cause permanent damage to your ear drum because of the pressure becomes to much on the ear the ear drum will rupture. How grody is that? Ooo, and it's called cauliflower ear because of a)the cauliflowery look it gets and b)because the color in the ear will start to fade to white, hence giving it a more cauliflower look. Go look up a picture, it's pretty grody and I refuse to post a picture of it on my blog. It will taint it, and the only person aloud to taint my blog is me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here is me tainting my blog with crazy duck lips, but ignore them and look at the earring! Ha ha, or look at the crazy duck lips. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142786476360315378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/R17ZDXcjsfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AzaESni3m84/s320/010+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You gotta love it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Olivia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-9049392192623438704?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/9049392192623438704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=9049392192623438704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/9049392192623438704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/9049392192623438704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2007/12/booyah.html' title='Booyah!'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/R17ZDXcjsfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AzaESni3m84/s72-c/010+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-4399707729602352510</id><published>2007-12-06T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T13:35:11.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Wolf Lodge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wowza, what a fun three days, and an awesome Christmas present. We went to the &lt;a href="http://www.greatwolf.com/Locations/Williamsburg/"&gt;Great Wolf Lodge&lt;/a&gt;. It's an indoor water park in several places across the states (and one is in Niagara Falls). A homeschooler posted it on one of my Mom's homeschool boards, and she proposed that it be the first half of a two parter Christmas present. We all agreed and she signed us up. And come to find out Danielle, the girls, and Sam were going, as well as a family that holds friends for all of us. That made my day, three days with people I love to hang out with, and to top it off, at a water park. What's not to love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then I found out about these wands that you could be and go on Magi quests. I had to have one! Actually, Abbi, Cece, and I all had to have one, so we settled on one and figured we could share. But Kailee and I got it first 'cause we were the ones picking it up. It was hilarious great fun! We ran around the hotel (all three stories of it) and zapped stuff. Then we'd giggle like little kids. That went on for several hours. But that wasn't all that went on during our questing. Danielle, Julia, Emily, and Sam had wands too, and I saw 'em as I was coming up the stairs.  Well one of my favorite things to do is to try and sneak up on Danielle, and I succeeded.  Then I gently rubbed it in her face.  She said it was because she couldn't focus on more than one thing (when normally she has eyes everywhere, or so she says) because she had had two beers.  I know, lame excuse.  :P  And then I realized she didn't have a wand, and I asked Danielle why she didn't have a stick (yes, I was calling our wand a stick :D) and she replied that she had a stick, she'd just left it at home.  We all laughed uproariously (I've always wanted an excuse to use that word) while Julia, Emily, and Sam didn't get it.  But that little conversation right there started a game of Attack Danielle (or in her case Attack Olivia).  The rest of the night was filled with screeching, hollering, and laughing until you fell over.  I love nights like those.  They're the best out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sadly, it was only a three day trip and very shortly it was time to go home.  So we all got out tired butts into the car Wednesday evening and started the three hour drive home.  I was silently pouting that Danielle and the kids get to go see Amy Steinberg and unschooling buddies while I'm stuck working, but enough about my self centeredness.  xP  We had found out that morning that it was snowing at home, and that by that evening there were about two inches on the ground.  We were all very pleased with the thought of snow, even if it is only two inches.  Nic and I were kinda hoping for six.  Or a foot.  Eithers good with us.  When I look outside it's pretty, no matter what the amount of snow.  I love the whiteness of snow and the look it gives the outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So that was the beginning of my week.  It was a pretty snazzy beginning.  I'm hopein' to finish out the week just as good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Olivia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-4399707729602352510?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/4399707729602352510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=4399707729602352510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/4399707729602352510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/4399707729602352510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2007/12/great-wolf-lodge.html' title='Great Wolf Lodge'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-7362037288412423482</id><published>2007-11-24T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T10:50:00.758-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gemini Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>Gemininess</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So last night I got this bug to look up Gemini information.  I spend who knows how long on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.astrology.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Astrology.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; last night, and this morning I got on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Main_Page"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and looked up more Gemini stuff.  Here's the summary of what it means to be a Gemini. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Positive Traits &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adaptable, intellectual, witty, inquisitive, intuitive, charming, brilliant, affectionate, courteous, kind, generous, thoughtful, honest, straight-forward, social, talkative, youthful, mercurial, eloquent, brave, free-spirited, loves attention, playful, good-natured, good sense of humor, leader, broad-minded, diplomatic, and lively.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yep, that's me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Negative Traits &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Temperamental, fickle, demand attention and admiration, boastful, plays mind games, quarrelsome, prattlers, tricksters, somewhat conceited, devious, manipulative, two-faced, superficial, theatrical, argumentative, restless, childish, indecisive, nervous, duality, tense, cold, insensitive, inconsistent, and cunning.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now wait just one minute.  Cunning is a negative trait?  Who wrote this thing?  'Cause that's a load of BS.  Plus I see nothing wrong with being a trickster OR playing mind games.  Honestly.  xo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ideal Careers &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Actor/actress, comedian, teacher, debtor, sales person, diplomats, speaker, authors, poets, journalists, lawyers, movie writer, or director.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what do ya know?  I've considered all of those as a career.  I'm leaning toward comedian, actress, director, or author.  I've come to realize that I debate in everyday life, so why would I want to make that my career?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Likes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talking, the unusual, teaching, different things in life, Multiple projects all going at once&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, who doesn't like talking?  Or the unusual?  Any one of those things for that matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dislikes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling tied down, learning, being in bad situation, mental inaction, being alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen to that.  Well, except for the learning part.  I love to learn, it keeps me going forward in Life.  And that's a big deal to me.  And I don't mind being alone, sometimes.  But I love being able to hear the people around me, even if I'm not interacting, or even in the same room as them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Birthstones &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pearl, Agate, Alexandrite, Moonstone, and Mother of Pearl &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Colours &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yellow, Red, White, and Rainbow &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know Rainbow was a color.....ah well.  It's amazing whether it's a color or not and I'm happy it's a Gemini color...thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gemstones &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pearl, Emerald, Alexandrite, and Beryl &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Metals &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gold and Silver &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flower &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tulip&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my Gemininess.  And yours, if you're a Gemini.  Not to sound, ya know, conceited or anything, but I think it's one of the better signs out there.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been looking up my Monkeyness, but that is for another post.  So all you Monkeys keep an eye out.  Right now, I'm gonna go have a second Thanksgiving dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Olivia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-7362037288412423482?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/7362037288412423482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=7362037288412423482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/7362037288412423482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/7362037288412423482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2007/11/gemininess.html' title='Gemininess'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-6091289498007366585</id><published>2007-11-20T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T09:31:27.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Saw My Girls!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Does A Happy Dance-  After, hmmmm....., three(?) months of not seeing Emily, Julia, Sam, or Danielle I saw them last night.  Well, sadly, I didn't get to see Sam because he wasn't feeling well and had fallen asleep before I got there, but in his place Danielle's mom was up, and she's always a joy to talk to. 'Scuse the pun.  'Da husband was there as well (making what looked like really good pizzas), but he and I don't really talk.  I did bring wine though, so I was in good graces. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We only stayed for an hour but in that hour we dressed up with practically everything in their dressup box, paraded around the kitchen for the adults to see, and then went downstairs and added more to our outfits.  It was one of the best nights I've had in a long time.  People think I'm crazy when I tell them two of my bestest friends are a 10 year old and and 8 year old.  But in light of some teenage drama that's been going on in my life, it makes total sense to have friends who are at least 5 years younger than you and only want to have fun.  Don't deny the sense of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;All to quickly that hour came to end and we had to leave, the girls were hangin' on to my arms and escorted me out to the car (Danielle also escorted us, though she wasn't a hanger oner :P).  They were consoled by the fact that I'll be seeing them again in two weeks at an indoor water park a lot of homeschoolers are going to.  Or in our case, unschoolers.  We'll be there for three days, so that's three days of me hanging out with some of my bestest friends.  Kizzle will be there as well, which will just add to the fun. I so excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Olivia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-6091289498007366585?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/6091289498007366585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=6091289498007366585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/6091289498007366585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/6091289498007366585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-saw-my-girls.html' title='I Saw My Girls!!!'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-1877743384394633287</id><published>2007-11-15T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T13:26:36.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In regards to LIFE is Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm registered! I'm offically on the road to Vancouver.  Well, Corvallis first, then Vancouver.  From Vancouver life just get's crazy.  I love crazy. :)  At least, as long as it's a good crazy. Speaking of good crazy, life's been a good semi-crazy.  Work has been...well, work.  Somedays it's okay, and somedays it's like shoot me now.  But what else is there to expect?  Friends have been amazing, I'm making more and having fun hanging out with people besides Kelsey and Rhiannon.  Dance is hilarious-great-fun as always.  It's amazing, I love everything about it.  I haven't had a day where I've come out and been like, dude this sucks. Every week I come out like I've been shot out of a cannon.  But the best part of the past week is that I started playing soccer again!  Finally, after six months of doing no soccer I started playing.  It was like a good friend was welcoming me back with open arms, and a couple of slaps for leaving them (which I totally deserved).  I was &lt;em&gt;soooo &lt;/em&gt;sore the next two or three days after playing, but I always smiled while I complained because I was happy to be sore.  My next game is this Saturday, man am I physced.  But first I get to watch Abbi play her first game of the season tomorrow night, which should be funny and interesting.  Not because she's bad, but because of the people she's playing with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ooo, Thanksgiving is next week!  I can't wait!  I &lt;em&gt;love &lt;/em&gt;Thanksgiving.  All that food, and seeing family.  We have a neat tradition of going to my Uncles in the morning for a Thanksgiving breakfeast, and in the evening we to my Grandparents for Thanksgiving dinner, were all of my Dad's brothers and sisters are.  And then on Friday my Moms mom comes over and we have another Thanksgiving feast, cept I won't be helping because I've been slated to work since it's Frosty Friday and it's going to be mayhem.  xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Olivia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-1877743384394633287?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/1877743384394633287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=1877743384394633287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/1877743384394633287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/1877743384394633287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2007/11/in-regards-to-life-is-good.html' title='In regards to LIFE is Good'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-4460742085537483164</id><published>2007-11-06T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T09:39:12.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Explaning Unschooling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At work today a good friend, as well as a suppliers, of Allison came in to drop off some bones. As with most people we started talking and something was said to make her ask how old I was. When I told her I was fifteen she asked the typical question of &lt;em&gt;why aren't you in school? &lt;/em&gt;I went through the whole, I'm unschooled, therefore I don't have to go to school. Well this lady was genuinely interested in what unschooling was and asked for details, so I gave her the basics. I got about halfway through the shpeel that I normally give people on unschooling when I suddenly said something about Cece and how she learns because she wants to, not because she's forced to. And then I realized I'm the same way. For the past couple of years I've been told that, but I'd never realized it until this morning. Let me tell you, I almost cried. I'm not even sure why. Well, I am. I'm PMSin' so my hormones are a little on the wack side, but that doesn't really explain why I would cry because my sister learns because she wants to. It makes no sense, and it leaves me pondering. Maybe that's a good thing. I've been feeling stuck lately. I needed something to give me a push. If you're not making progress in Life then what are you doing? There's always something new to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Olivia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-4460742085537483164?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/4460742085537483164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=4460742085537483164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/4460742085537483164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/4460742085537483164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2007/11/explaning-unschooling.html' title='Explaning Unschooling'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-769197666750134047</id><published>2007-11-01T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T18:18:10.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Underoath!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Tis true, Kelsey and I went to see Underoath Tuesday night. Let me just say that was one of the funnest nights I've had in a long time. Well, the first hour was great and the last hour was great, the middle two hours sucked. Not because I wasn't having fun, but because my ears were in pain. The second and third band sucked. The only two good things were 1)the scream so you can't understand a word they're saying (though you have to be a bad singer if we say you sing bad even though you're actually screaming) and 2)the music was insanely loud and bass filled and right now loud and bass filled is the music my soul is screaming at me, so it reflected my soul. But the first band was good, and Underoath was amazing, course that didn't come as a surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The way home was priceless, ask Mom and Deana. Kelsey and I had seen someone we kinda, sorta, not really know, though we do know he's made it on to the National Kayaking Team several times in the past, anywho so we start taking about how native Baltimorians don't say Balt-i-more they say Balt-more (actually that's how I say it too) and earlier in the evening I'd mentioned the Potomac, which a lot of people native to Maryland pronounce wrong, so needless to say Kel and I go off on a tryad of goin' kayakin' on the po-to-mac and being from Baltmore and how we wanna kayak on the Missippi, and so much more. You get the idea though, and if you don't that's quite alright because most (if not all) of the people close to us don't get us so I can't expect a reader like you to. He he. As Kelsey and I always do we found ourselves hilarious and preceded to laugh the entire way back to my house, &lt;em&gt;while &lt;/em&gt;chowin' down on two large MickyD's fries and eating our McFlurry's (or in Kel's case a Strawberry milkshake).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That was my Tuesday night, it was amazing, definetly worth the late night and tiredness yesterday and today. Hope yours was a good, or better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Olivia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-769197666750134047?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/769197666750134047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=769197666750134047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/769197666750134047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/769197666750134047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2007/11/underoath.html' title='Underoath!'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-9050695043538627066</id><published>2007-10-28T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T07:48:44.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Parties</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last night was one of my buddies birthday parties (her birthday was actually last week sometime), and I had a blast. It was in her basement, which is huge, has a pool table, and a drum set. To top off the goodness one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; buddies and my retarded brother (who's actually the chick who was throwing the birthday parties boyfriend) were there. And to top it off even more, the party was Rocky Horror Picture Show themed so we all had the option of dressing up like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;skanks&lt;/span&gt; and running around with boobs and asses hanging out. What's not to love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Needless to say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kizzle&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dizzle&lt;/span&gt;, and I banged on the drum set for several hours making so much noise you couldn't hear the person next to you, but we called it the music of our souls, loud fast and no particular beat to it. The other two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kizzle's&lt;/span&gt; would join us sometimes, but for the most part it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kizzle&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Dizzle&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Olizzle&lt;/span&gt; (me!) playing the drums. Sometimes we would take breaks to play pool, which always incites dirty jokes with me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Dizzle&lt;/span&gt; (who's my retarded brother if you haven't guessed), and causes the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kizzle&lt;/span&gt; that isn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Dizzle's&lt;/span&gt; girlfriend to get grossed out, which makes it that much more worthwhile. And the Rocky Horror Picture Show topped it all off with some amazing fun. Me, two of the three &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kizzles&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Dizzle&lt;/span&gt; all dressed up. I sadly did not get any pictures, my camera's flash currently isn't working. We suspect it's a combination of hitting my real brother with it one to many times and dropping it on hard surfaces. He.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;All in all it was the best birthday party I've been to in a long time, and was the most fun I've had in a long time. What's not to love about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Olivia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-9050695043538627066?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/9050695043538627066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=9050695043538627066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/9050695043538627066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/9050695043538627066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-love-parties.html' title='I Love Parties'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-6783165209681607355</id><published>2007-10-21T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T18:47:34.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Driving Lesson. :o</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The title says it all. I had my first driving lesson today. It was decided years ago that my Dad would be the one to teach me to drive because I get mad at my Mom &lt;em&gt;way &lt;/em&gt;to easy, hence my Padre got me (don't ask me why I get mad at my Mom, I really have no reason to, and I have no logical explanation for why it happens. Hopefully I'll figure it out one day). So we took his little green Nissan down to the mall parking lot and I learned just how much fun driving a clutch can be. I was actually surprised with myself, I didn't do as near as horrible as I'd imagined. I only stalled half a bazillion times instead of a bazillion and a half times. He he, and the funniest part was that as the evening went on my stalling got better. We weren't even getting whiplash near the end of the lesson. The hardest part for me was starting and stopping, using both feet at the same time is totally beyond me. But I'm determined to learn the clutch because if I can drive a clutch I can drive an automatic. At least that's my theory. It was fun though, I can tell I'm going to enjoy driving. Or at least I'm going to enjoy it until I have to take people places I don't want to go. But as long as I have the keys I'm pretty sure I'll be happy. I'm physced. Can you tell? Wonder if Diana will let me drive around when I get to Oregon....Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Olivia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-6783165209681607355?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/6783165209681607355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=6783165209681607355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/6783165209681607355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/6783165209681607355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2007/10/first-driving-lesson-o.html' title='First Driving Lesson. :o'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-2873557657258210321</id><published>2007-10-20T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T10:23:58.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Again?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not so long ago I was sick, as you well know, and now I'm sick again. I'm so aggravated. Why did I have to get sick? I take good care of my body (courtesy of my Madre). And while, yes, that's not a complete fail safe to not getting sick it seems like ever since I got back from Live and Learn my immune system has been weak. It totally blows. I hate being sick. And there's a breakout of staph in the DC, Maryland, Pennsylvania, and probably Virgina. That has my Mom, and probably some other people, a tad bit worried, which sucks for me because Mom's hounding me to use the Neti Pot. I HATE that thing. It burns and I'm so bad at using it I made water come out of my eye! Yeah, and she wants me to use it again. I don't think so. Though I'll still probably end up attempting to make it work because I'm not in the mood to fight Mom. Arg, this totally sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Olivia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-2873557657258210321?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/2873557657258210321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=2873557657258210321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/2873557657258210321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/2873557657258210321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2007/10/sick-again.html' title='Sick Again?!'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-9001133275462515227</id><published>2007-10-17T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T16:15:09.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting After A Really Good Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well aren't I a happy camper. I talked to Danette today and I got my schedule worked out. It's all very nice now, I'm not working Friday evenings anymore. :) I'll finish out this month on that schedule, but after that I'm out of there. Unless they need me. Which I offered, because every once in a while it'd be nice to get that extra 30 or 40 bucks. Needless to say I'm a very happy camper. I have Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays to myself and I'm still making enough money to go to LIFE is Good. Whee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sadly that was the only good part of my day, well and the rest of work was good too. But once I got in the car things went downhill. I was &lt;sup&gt;irrationally&lt;/sup&gt; upset over the fact that Audrey was &lt;sup&gt;once again&lt;/sup&gt; in the front seat. Nearly every time Mom picks me up and Audrey's in the car Audrey's upfront. I want to sit up front and tell Mom about my day dammit. But no, Audrey's sitting there. So Mom immediately gets irked with me, even though &lt;sup&gt;almost&lt;/sup&gt; as quickly as I got upset I got over it. Or, more accurately, I would've, it's not like it's &lt;sup&gt;that&lt;/sup&gt; big of a deal. But since Mom doesn't realize this she decided to say something, so I didn't get right over it and we got in to a minor tissy. Not that big of a deal, it seems like the common thing right now. Well a couple of minutes later Mom brings up a book that was two weeks over due and since I'd been the last one seen reading it I was the person to talk to. Well I was still fuming because I'm a real piss about these kind of things and almost &lt;sup&gt;always&lt;/sup&gt; stay mad for half an hour or so afterwards, but I managed to keep what I thought was a pretty civil tone (for myself anyway) while I explained that I hadn't seen it since I got done reading it a month or so ago and that I'd put it on the shelf were all of the library books go. Well I guess Mom didn't think my tone was any good because next thing you know we're in another tissy, which quickly turns into a yelling match. In the car. Yes, my Mom actually does yell loud enough that I bet the neighboring cars were going "What the fuck?", just like the mothers she stares at when they're yelling at their kids. Course, most of those kids don't yell back so it was probably even more interesting to hear me yelling back from the rear of the van.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well we got done with that fight (they never last long, but they're always hardcore and leave both of us upset) and I didn't say much of anything until we got home. Well I find the book (and it was exactly were I said it was) and go off. When I come back out in a little while I hear Nick make the comment that "He thinks the reason for all the flys downstairs is Piggy' (our guinea pig) cage." and Mom says "Yeah. Olivia weren't you going to clean that?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, so I had said that I would clean it, but I wasn't really in the mood to clean it anymore. So all I said was "Sure." I guess it had a bad tone to it again because Mom got mad. Again we got in another tissy. And at the end Mom said something about me and fighting to the effect of me wanting to fight. I very honestly said "Yeah, I do want to fight." So Mom said she wasn't going to say anything else to me for the rest of the day. Not sure if that's suppose to be a punishment or what, but since 3:30 this afternoon Mom hasn't said more than ten words to me (yeah, I know. She actually spoke to me! He he).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I guess I really should learn to fight with someone beside Mom. It's just that I know Mom will always forgive me, but I guess one of these days she's not going to forgive me and we'll have no chance in hell of repairing our relationship. I guess the best solution would be for me to not want to fight anymore....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Olivia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-9001133275462515227?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/9001133275462515227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=9001133275462515227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/9001133275462515227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/9001133275462515227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2007/10/fighting-after-really-good-day.html' title='Fighting After A Really Good Day'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-3866116911806421756</id><published>2007-10-14T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T14:37:56.192-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disgusting School Archaic'/><title type='text'>Horrifying</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So today I decided to pick up a magazine called Mother Jones, and on the cover it said 'School of Shock', and in smaller letters it said 'Food Deprivation, Isolation, Electric Shock'. Kelsey had mentioned the article in passing last night so I decided to read it. I'm glad I did, but at the same time I'm going "I did not need to know that was out there", even though I actually do want to know what's out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The article was very long and detailed, explaining all about how this school in Massachusetts the, &lt;a href="http://www.judgerc.org/"&gt;Judge Rotenberg Center&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, is a school for treating behavioral disorders and developmental disabilities, but in the most archaic form. Electric shock was the big one. They hook the child, teen, adult up to a electrical device and if they get violent, cuss, say something wrong they get shocked! According to the man who runs it, Dr. Israel, it's painful, but without any side effects. It's merely a disciplinary action like spanking your child, only taken to the extreme. It disgusts me to no end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Twice Massachusetts has tried to shut the school down, once in the 80's and once in the 90's (politically correct my ass), twice Dr. Israel has managed to wiggle his way out of closure. Parent's have actually rallied to it's defence. They say it's a life saver, before JRC their children were violent, disobedient, and rude. After JRC all they have to do is show them the shelf (the device used to shock the "students") and their son/daughter would sit down and eat, or whatever other thing they wanted them to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm not saying that it's not a good idea to have a school were you can send your child to get help with their disability, and where you can learn to handle them once they come back, but electrical shock is not the answer. If we, the American people, found out that the P.O.W.'s we've taken are being tortured by our military there'd be a public outcry. Yet when our own children are being tortured we don't do anything. What does that say about us? What does that say about our ability to help people with needs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Olivia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-3866116911806421756?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/3866116911806421756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=3866116911806421756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/3866116911806421756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/3866116911806421756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2007/10/horrifying.html' title='Horrifying'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-7198946231931697756</id><published>2007-10-09T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T18:51:46.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubble Juice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've come to realize that dance is my bubble juice. Gasp! And the best (or worst. Hm?) part of it is that I'm 100% serious! For years now my whole life has been soccer oriented, all I talked about was going to a Divison One college (preferably UNC) and then on to the US Women's National Team to kick ass in the Olympics, World Cup, etc. and having dropped dance I didn't even look back. It was my sisters thing, not mine. I was &lt;em&gt;way &lt;/em&gt;to busy to be dancing and playing soccer. My schedule was hectic. But since injuring myself last summer, and finally consenting to the fact that I 1)didn't like the WAGS team I was on and 2)I just couldn't play, my knee wasn't &lt;em&gt;actually &lt;/em&gt;up to standard (little did I know how bad it actually was. Is.), I dropped soccer and decompressed. According to me madre you could visibly see me relaxing and enjoying life more. I did. No more did I have to worry about staying in shape, getting in 20 hours of workout a week minimum, being able to dive four feet off the ground (though I have to say I do look snazzy when I'm flying through the air). One of the thoughts that crossed my mind was 'HEY! I can get fat if I want to!" it was a shocker to me, because playing soccer I had to be in tip-top shape (not saying that I was, but I was supposed to be. He he.) and couldn't just eat whatever I want and be like "Who cares if it all goes to my hips, butt, legs, etc. it's not like I have to be in shape." Where's when I played I was always somewhat cautios with what I ate. Lol. No more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life was freedom. For a while, then it was boredom. I had &lt;em&gt;nothing &lt;/em&gt;to do. So I decided to take up dancing again, and play rec ball for some local team. Well my plans got a little changed when I saw my Aunt in FL and it was decided that I should only dance. I was still physced, but I was also bummed about not being able to play soccer. It's a nice home to go to when I want something that comes natural and is amazing fun (soccer is my first love.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Dance started four or five weeks ago now and I'm absolutely in love! It's a Teen Jazz/Hip-Hop Class, but of course we're all taking it for the Hip-Hop, and I have who I consider to be the bestest and coolest teacher in the whole studio. She's so funny, and she puts up with my eccentricities and loudness. I mean, I think she's at nerves end by the end of class, but she puts up with me. I think she realizes and respects that I really am trying to calm myself down and be good, and she also realizes I like to be the center of attention so therefore I'm loud and constantly telling jokes or doing something weird with my body, so she doesn't do anything, except maybe I got a warning look one time, and she does kinda hint, but in joking form so I appreciate that. Personally, I think it's because she's an ex-broadway performer so she understands the need to be the center of attention and knows that even when you're really really trying to calm yourself down it's just so damn hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So that whole long bit was to say that dance is now my bubble juice, I always come out so happy and loud and goofy, but mostly I'm very very bubbly (now you know why I've deemed it my bubble juice, he).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;On a little side note though I will be playing indoor soccer this winter. I'm so flippidy flippin excited! I LOOOVE indoor. I can't wait! Season should start sometime next month. Soon, yay! Inguries will welcome me back with open arms (see, I'm so dramatic. Broadway here I come! Wait, I can't sing....Hollywood here I come!). Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Olivia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-7198946231931697756?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/7198946231931697756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=7198946231931697756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/7198946231931697756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/7198946231931697756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2007/10/bubble-juice.html' title='Bubble Juice!'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-3355630776189755050</id><published>2007-10-05T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T15:35:50.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, I really am thanking God that it's Friday. Why? No, not because it's my last day of work before the weekend (actually, I didn't work today. Yay! Throw confetti with me. Lol.). And no, not because I'm leaving for tomorrow morning for Buffalo. It's because my class at FCC started today with the ever lovely Suz. For anyone who hasn't heard me go on a shpeel about Suz, or seen my face light up when you mention her, Suz is one of my closest adult friends. I mean, it's not like we tell each other everything (actually, we really don't know anything about each other..), but she's just so cool and you can be yourself around her without her judging you. She's actually the person who gave me the nickname of Sparkly Goodness, I carry it like a totem. So I take her classes for two reasons, 1) I love them (they're normally about something to do with the Greeks or Ancient Lit., though this semester it's about Henry VIII, but I love him too so it's okay.) 2)I love her. Needless to say they have me walkin on sunshine because I absolutely get pumped to spend an hour and forty-five minutes with her every Friday morning for the next twelve weeks (I think it's twelve anyway). To at to the high I offered to help her with her Heroes, Monsters, Villains class that's two hours after mine and she jumped on the idea (if you haven't guessed she loves me as much as I love her. We're two peas in a pod. No lie, we were talking about the good ole days when we would put collars on our brothers and lead them around because we were so desperate for a pet. Good times.). So now I get to spend three hours and then some with Suz every Friday. What more can I ask for? (Alright, I can ask for a lot more but I'm arrogant and egotistical, not greedy. xD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So yes, today one of the thoughts running around in this brain of mine was "TGIF". Ooo, and another was I wonder how sick Diana is of the car yet. Lol. You're in my thoughts dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Olivia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-3355630776189755050?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/3355630776189755050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=3355630776189755050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/3355630776189755050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/3355630776189755050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2007/10/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-2152397346957570010</id><published>2007-10-03T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T18:06:41.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Paycheck!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yep, the title says it all. I, Olivia Smith, recieved my first paycheck today. It was for $491.31. I was so happy. I payed my parents back for the laptop (well, all but $25 xD) and kept $100 for myself to go shopping. And then I went to the mall and splurged. JcPenny was having a hardcore sale and I bought two polo type thingys, a tank top, a GORGEOUS t-shirt, bangles, and a necklace. Then I headed to this store called London Style (I think that's what it's called anyway) and bought this purple half-jacket that I fell in love with when I saw it. I was walking by and it was like BAM! there it was, my new boyfriend. Lol. I also picked up a red cami. THEN I went to Victoria's Secret and bought myself a pair of cami sweatpants. And last but not least I went into CVS and picked up some liquid eyeliner. Those are only the places I bought stuff at, lol. It was a good day, I'm happy with myself and how I've acted. I was good practically the whole day (with a slip when I snapped at Cece a little. Poor Cece, always getting the butt of everyones moods/emotions.) It's time like these that I feel on top of the world without having won a soccer game or having gotten a high from hanging out with my friends. It's just a natural high. The high I get off of Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Olivia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-2152397346957570010?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/2152397346957570010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=2152397346957570010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/2152397346957570010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/2152397346957570010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2007/10/first-paycheck.html' title='First Paycheck!!!!'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-2478197066151713572</id><published>2007-10-01T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T19:39:10.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ren Fest, New Horse, and Tye-Dying</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So Ren Fest. What can be said? It's absolutely amazing, fun, and ronchy. What's not to like right? It was my first time so the experience was awesome! It was pirate week and I saw soooo many outfits I wanted that I was ready to come home and kill my computer because all my money had gone to it (luckily the Ren Fest is far enough away that I wouldn't have made it home and back in one day, lol). Needless to say next year I'm going next year with a boat load of money and buying a whole spiffy outfit to run around in. Feel free to join me. :D I sadly didn't get any pictures of me. I was to busy being mesmerized my the 'Drench and Wench' or the 'Hey Nunnie Nunnie' show (which is absolutely hilarious! I found what was missing in my life when I sat down to watch it. ;p). I did get some pictures in the very beginning of the ladies on the ropes up in the air. They were pretty cool. The good ones I'll post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/13655284@N07/1468988769/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="004" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1395/1468988769_1657220728_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/13655284@N07/1468988689/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="003" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1258/1468988689_3ca9d438d8_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/13655284@N07/1469843578/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="001" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1191/1469843578_a7e680bd2d_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's them. Yep, I know. I beg for a digital camera for my birthday and then I cart it around with me but don't' actually take any pictures. But its the knowledge that I have it if I want it that makes me happy. :D And Diana, I did think of you every time someone said wench or I saw a woman (or man) that looked like a wench. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news my grandmother bought a new horse last week and is just as quickly thinking of selling her, but that's my grandma for you. She buys something impulsively and then realizes she doesn't want it or it's not what she thought it was. So we went to see another horse yesterday, a TB Gelding named Winston. Personally, and I've told my Grandma this, I find him dull. He didn't seem to have any personality. Pebbles (the TWH she bought) is exploding with personality. But it also isn't my choice. I'll be going my own way in a couple of years and won't be around to ride either horse so I hope that Nanny goes with her heart. Winston is better for her because she can ride him, but if she didn't work with him he'd probably go back to being your typical TB, rarin' to go and not good for the elderly. But Pebbles probably can't hold her anyway so I don't know what she's going to do. I figure I'll probably find out soon. Meanwhile, let me show ya'all some pictures of Pebbles because I think she's absolutely gorgeous (and that's saying something because I can't stand paint coloring most of the time. Lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/13655284@N07/1469940196/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="017" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1228/1469940196_6b0aeb533b_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/13655284@N07/1469084483/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="015" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1385/1469084483_a4bbf5eaec_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/13655284@N07/1469939814/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="007 (2)" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1430/1469939814_5f61266735_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/13655284@N07/1469939120/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="056 (2)" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1435/1469939120_76ee6d5f2c_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that's her! Ain't she gorgeous! I've fallen pretty fast for her. Or maybe I just like her because she's new and hasn't done anything to piss me off yet....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the best parts of this week though was the Tye-Dying we did on Friday morning. I had so much fun running around in a Bob Marley wig (as if I need it. Lol.) and goofing off waiting for my buddies to arrive. And at long last they did. Danielle pulled up with Emily yelling out the window "Olivia!!!" and I thought Danielle was gonna crack a rib she laughed so hard at my hairdo. Needless to say I had fun. I hung out with Sam for most of the afternoon (surprisingly enough) and gave the girls hugs whenever I saw them. I bugged Danielle and had an all around good time. It was the conference all over again, even the Tye-Dying was chaotic, just not on the scale that the conference was. That was pure mayhem, but fun. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/13655284@N07/1469051375/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="094" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1024/1469051375_89537dc0c0_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/13655284@N07/1469905624/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="091" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1156/1469905624_e5d1e99a78_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/13655284@N07/1469047909/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="059 (4)" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1124/1469047909_3a77f9cb97_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/13655284@N07/1469904252/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="065 (4)" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1195/1469904252_40a301ebca_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my week. It was pretty good. I'm practicing being happy, or maybe I'm just in a happy place, but either way it's working for me and I'm happy right now (with a few exceptions).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Olivia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-2478197066151713572?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/2478197066151713572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=2478197066151713572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/2478197066151713572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/2478197066151713572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2007/10/ren-fest-new-horse-and-tye-dying.html' title='Ren Fest, New Horse, and Tye-Dying'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1395/1468988769_1657220728_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-6768063369473773508</id><published>2007-09-27T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T13:35:24.447-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starbucks Friends Work'/><title type='text'>Work Today and Tuesday Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well what'da know, taking work one day at a time is working (for the most part). As long as I don't think about how tomorrow I'm going to have to work then I'm a happy camper. Though I have decided I prefer working with Dani opposed to Allison. Dani's just not so intense, and more easy going. I did talk to Allison about working on a MySpace for the store, and she said she'll pay me an hourly rate to maintain it. Woohoo. She also said she wants me to start working on the &lt;a href="http://www.twopawsup.biz/index.php?"&gt;stores website&lt;/a&gt;, which is like 'eh' with me. I've done website stuff before and it's not my favorite thing to do. But it does mean that I get to spend a day with Dani teaching me about the website. Course, it could all go down the drain because Allison has a habit of forgetting she said these things. Either way it doesn't really matter to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;On another note Tuesday night I caught up with a soccer friend I hadn't seen since April and had a blast! Her Mom's a hoot, and is kinda obsessed with me. She threatened to keep me and not let me go home, which I thought was funny cause she doesn't realize just how annoying I can get and how much I don't fit into their family. They were really nice, as always, it's always funny going to their house though because they live so different from us. Like they actually served me. I was like 'er, I can get my own food. that's what I'm use to.' and they were like 'no, no, it's okay.' situations like that are always weird. I'm just not used to such formality. It reminded me of going through Biltmore and seeing how they were served and at the time I remember thinking 'I could never live like this. I like getting my own food.'. I mean, it's okay for when I go out to a restaurant because when I do that it's because I want to be served. Needless to say, I still don't think I could have servants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;OMG! I forgot to mention what happened at work this morning. Okay, so I have this obsession with Starbucks Pumpkin Spice Latte. It's what I drink during the Halloween season, I absolutely love it. My boss HATES Starbucks (a lot of downtown people do for some reason...hell, maybe you do to. Lol.) and when I walked up this morning she was like 'what are you doing drinking Starbucks?' I was expecting something like this, but hadn't really thought about what I'd say. And all I did was breeze right by her and say 'I like Starbucks. Get over it.' without missing a beat and kept on walking. After a several second delay I heard her laugh, but I'm pretty sure it was one of those laughs that was only laughed because she had no idea what to do. I'm sure you've all heard laughs like that at one point in your life. I thought she was going to fire me, and I also thought it was hilariously funny and a great way to start the day. :D Now my true self comes out, I'm a smart ass loud mouth that laughs at other peoples stupidity. Hm. I wonder if that should try and be changed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Olivia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-6768063369473773508?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/6768063369473773508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=6768063369473773508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/6768063369473773508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/6768063369473773508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2007/09/well-whatda-know-taking-work-one-day-at.html' title='Work Today and Tuesday Night'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-1140452862427275979</id><published>2007-09-23T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T16:01:56.833-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you ever have those days when you feel lost? I'm having one right now and I'm not sure what to do with myself. I'm really emotional, unsettled, and insecure. I would love to go shopping and just space out, but it's Sunday and the malls closed 45 minutes ago. It's ironic really, one of the few times I feel like going shopping I can't because the mall is closed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know what to do. This only happens a couple of times a year, but when it does I have no idea what to do. I HATE feeling like this. And I think the worst part is I have this little voice in the back of my head that says stuff like "Why are you whining? Your life is good." or "Ah, quit your bitchin' and fight it." I'm a fighter, so it makes sense. I just don't know how to fight myself! Most of the time I have a very easy time making decisions so I don't fight with myself over decisions so I have no idea how to fight myself and get out of this rut. Arg! I'll figure it out eventually, or exhaust myself even more trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;On another note, I had a fairly good time last night at my Aunt's house. We only stayed for about three hours, and I hardly said anything but when I did speak they all listened, and most of the time they laughed. I loved it. As long as my crowd laughs I'm a happy camper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tomorrow I start another week of work. I'm going to try the advice of a friend and do my best to change my thoughts to a happy setting when it comes to work and I'm taking my damn goat back! Oh, and I'm not going to think about the day after tomorrow, or the day after that, or the day after that, I'm just going to concentrate on the moment and live in the moment. Life's to short to worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Olivia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-1140452862427275979?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/1140452862427275979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=1140452862427275979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/1140452862427275979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/1140452862427275979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2007/09/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-5107263641067106373</id><published>2007-09-22T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T13:56:05.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Happy With Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was not a happy camper after work last night&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; after work. I wasn't even a happy camper during work. I was tired, I didn't want to go to work, and I will admit that when I'm tired (and on my period, ugh) I'm a little crabby. But only a little, I swear. So basically everything my boss said pissed me off. Am I starting to sound like a teenager? Olivia's dark side comes out. Lol. The only thing that kept me from not saying anything was the L.I.F.E. is Good Conference and the visit to Diana. I need this job to get out there. I'm paying for most of it, my parents will chip in a couple of bucks if it's needed but this is something I want to do and therefore I'm paying for it. Totally fair, but it means I have to keep this job long enough to save up the money needed. How badly I wanted to quit is not even funny, I'm actually disappointed looking back now that I'm happily awake and my stomach isn't bothering me. I shouldn't have thought the things that I thought. Ah well, it reminds me that I am only a teen and not an adult I think I am most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Today I had to work again. Only this was a Greyhound event that wasn't with Allison but with Dani. I was looking forward to it, but at the same time dreading having to work. I'm sooooo glad I went though. It was awesome! I loved seeing all the Greyhounds and learning about them. I've always had an eye for Greyhounds and have considered getting one once I've stopped my globe trotting. Well today settled it, I'm SO getting one in ten or fifteen years. So I've decided that I just don't like working in the shop. At least not everyday. I'm working 26 hours a week. I'd like to cut that down to 21 hours. Take a day off sometime during the week. And I need some way of ignoring Allison and her stupid remarks cause I'm not sure L.I.F.E. is Good will last for the next nine months :x(don't shoot me! :o).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tonight should be good though. I'm going to my Aunt's house with my Mom for a going away party for my Aunt, who's moving to CO. I can't wait! I absolutely love CO and now I have close family I can visit (I also have some cousins once removed that I just met last summer but they aren't close to me like my Aunt and Uncle who I've known my whole life (or at least as long as I can remember)). I actually my stop by to visit them on my way back from Corvallis because then I can just fly into Pheonix and meet my Mom, Dad, Siblings, Grandma, Grandpa, Aunt, and cousins who I'm going to the Grand Canyon with. This summer's just ending and I can hardly wait until next summer. I don't know how I'll keep myself occupied. Except for work of course. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Olivia&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/7974441476169943246-5107263641067106373?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/5107263641067106373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=5107263641067106373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/5107263641067106373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/5107263641067106373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-was-not-happy-camper-after-work-last.html' title='Not Happy With Work'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-2194594983166363453</id><published>2007-09-20T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T14:14:45.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This is just a little something I wanted to share with anyone who reads this. I'm proud of it. I like the message it sends. I know it helps me get through a long day of work. Or even just a hard day emotionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Dream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To dream is to survive&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes all we have are our dreams&lt;br /&gt;Other times all we need are our dreams&lt;br /&gt;And we when don't need them&lt;br /&gt;Or they aren't all we have&lt;br /&gt;They are still there to give us a goal in life&lt;br /&gt;Something to look forward to&lt;br /&gt;Whether your dream is one of fame and glory&lt;br /&gt;Or whether it's one of family and love&lt;br /&gt;It makes no difference&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams are key to your survival&lt;br /&gt;The pot of gold at the end of a very long rainbow&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Olivia&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/7974441476169943246-2194594983166363453?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/2194594983166363453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=2194594983166363453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/2194594983166363453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/2194594983166363453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2007/09/to-dream.html' title='To Dream'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-7717687658209297755</id><published>2007-09-20T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T14:01:06.787-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work Life'/><title type='text'>Farther Along The Path of Life</title><content type='html'>Yesterday when I woke up I wasn't feeling well enough to go to work, so I stayed home and lazed around doing my best to get better. This morning I felt well enough to go to work so I hopped in the car and went to work. Yay me. More money on my paycheck (which I sadly don't get for another two weeks, but I can deal).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been noticing pretty much since day 1 that Allison has some issues in her past that inhibit her today. I don't know what they are, but she seems bitter and sad to me. Don't get me wrong, she's a great person and I'm sure a really good friend (everyone downtown seems to love her). She's just bitter and sad. And sometimes when she says things I literally stop whatever I'm doing and stare at her for several seconds before being able to go back to work. She sounds like most teenagers I know. She hasn't learned to forgive. She harps on things like you wouldn't believe. Then she'll start talking about people and just about every time she does the thought "high school" crosses my mind. There's many, many, many reasons I don't like the school system. The stupid things like being mad at someone because "like omg, she won't, like, shop at my store" is one of them. Can't you just get over that? Who cares? It's probably a good thing. Arg. It's very aggravating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've gotten older I've noticed more and more wounded adults. Wounds that have been around since they were my age! Can't they let them scab and scar and move on? It was really hard for me to understand at first why I seemed more mature then the adults that were suppose to be my "authority". With some help from my ever lovely, full of answers, Mom I realized it was the life style I lead. It's helped me to be more mature and not as wounded. And when I am wounded to let it scab and scar then move on. Of course, I also contribute it to the fact that my parents are so damn good to me. They aren't parents who are going to micro manage me and try to make me do stuff. How much better can it get? When I think about things like this it really does make me realize that I'm Livin' The Life. And that I'm farther down the path of Life then a lot of adults out there. Who'da thunk it? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Olivia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-7717687658209297755?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/7717687658209297755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=7717687658209297755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/7717687658209297755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/7717687658209297755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2007/09/farther-along-path-of-life.html' title='Farther Along The Path of Life'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-2291212873515293937</id><published>2007-09-18T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T17:33:20.053-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work Sick Accident'/><title type='text'>Sick. Bleh.</title><content type='html'>When I went to bed last night I was worried. I'd gotten really cold at practice last night, then at dance I'd worked up a nice sweat, then stepped outside causing my body to immediately cool down, and to top it off, when I got home I realized my cell phone was MIA. So when I went to bed I thought two things, 1)&lt;em&gt;I wonder if I'm going to get sick tomorrow?&lt;/em&gt; and 2)&lt;em&gt;wonder where the hell I lost my cell phone? &lt;/em&gt;Normally, I wouldn't worry about being sick, I've always prided myself in having an immune system like a rhino, I just don't get sick. But right now mono and strep throat are going around the schools so that, on top of temperature extremes, had me thinking maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this morning when I got up I was happy. I wasn't coughing up a lung and I found my cell phone (turns out it had fallen beneath my Mom's shawl in the car). So I went to work, tired and sore, but happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around noon Allison (my boss) charges me with a lunch run to Five Guys and asks if I would like anything. I, who'd been feeling steadily worse for the past two hours, declined saying that it probably wouldn't help me feel better (see, for anyone who doesn't know what Five Guys is, it's a delicious (in my opinion) burger joint that also happens to be a tad greasy. Only a tad though). Allison immediately asked what's wrong. So I told her my stomach and head were bothering me. She said to make the run and then call my Mom to pick me up because she'd rather me go home and sleep it off then me miss work for the next two days. I said I was fine for another three hours, after all it wasn't a busy day. Then Dani came down stairs and between the two of them they decided that I needed to go home. So I agreed to go home, but then I remembered that Mom was at RJ and wouldn't be able to pick me up. I tell them and Dani said that she lives on the same side of town as me and that she was leaving in an hour so she could just drop me off. Allison loved that idea and decided that is what I was to do. And I decided not to argue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then around 1 this lady comes in the store and asks if anyone drives a somethin' or other car because she just saw it get hit, and the lady who hit it was driving off. Well that car (whatever kind of car it be) is Dani's car. So we go running out and sure enough the lady that hit it is driving off. But when she saw all of us she stopped and said that she was going to go to the police and report the accident but since we were here she'd wait. Didn't look that way to me, she looked guilty as a peacock and like she was running. To top it off, when Dani asked her if she knew what the license's plate number was on Dani's car the lady didn't know it, so we were kind of curious as to how she'd be able to report the accident without the license plate number. Ah well. But needless to say where's we were suppose to be leaving the store about 1 or 1:30 we didn't leave until 2:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after I got home Mom got home, we talked for a couple of minutes about work and then she suggested that I lay down and try to get some sleep. I agreed and went back to my room wondering how in the world I was going to get any sleep with how noisy it was out side. I underestimated just how tired I was. I fell asleep and didn't wake up for another three hours. And I'm still tired! I'm not sure if I'm going to be going into work tomorrow, my head still hurts, my internal temperature is still hotter than normal, my stomach is upset, and my throat is getting scratchier by the hour. But who knows, maybe I'll go to sleep and wake up better than ever. One can only hope. Course, Allison said I was not to come in if I was still feeling sick enough that I was going to start fading because they said I was fading at work today. Whatever that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's been my day. Hope your's has gone better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Olivia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974441476169943246-2291212873515293937?l=weathechampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/feeds/2291212873515293937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974441476169943246&amp;postID=2291212873515293937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/2291212873515293937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974441476169943246/posts/default/2291212873515293937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathechampion.blogspot.com/2007/09/sick-bleh.html' title='Sick. Bleh.'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15385991888236057099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PxtMF8DhlA/SX5OYL1OgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/ffmQKutgAYs/S220/Newport+Castle+May+%2708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974441476169943246.post-3061795231596301916</id><published>2007-09-16T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T17:26:53.700-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conference'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asheville'/><title type='text'>Whew, What a Busy Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow! What a busy month I've had. I was just thinking about it and realizing just how busy I've been lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It all started when I was horse sitting. The lady Abby and I horse sit for has six horses, which isn't really a lot until you get into just how detailed you have to be about feeding them. Three of the horses food you have to let it soak down to mush so that they can eat it. And for one of those three you have to do it three times a day! So that meant going over there every four hours, just to feed one horse! I didn't mind doing it, in fact I enjoyed doing it, it was a just a big change from my lazy schedule of doing what I want, when I want. Course, I was getting fifty bucks out if it, which is always a good thing in my book. xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So we horse sat for a week and then we came home and packed for the Live and Learn Conference, which we left for the next morning bright and early! Mom, Audrey, and Cece had already left for Tennessee with Deana and Kelsey so it was just me, Abby, Dad, Ben, and Benji in the car (Nick had been in NC for a week already so we didn't have to worry about him).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We got to Asheville in the early afternoon on Sunday and checked in at our resort, were we later met the ladies, who'd been in Tennessee visiting Kel's family. We went out to dinner that night at &lt;a href="http://www.thelobstertrap.biz/"&gt;http://www.thelobstertrap.biz/&lt;/a&gt;, the food was delicious, everyone was insanely nice, and there was good live music. He even sang No Woman, No Cry! Quite possibly my most favorite song ever, and definitely my most favorite song by Bob Marley. All in all it was probably the best time I've had out at dinner in a long time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Monday we walked around Asheville for a couple of hours in the late morning/early afternoon and had a blast! Kel and I found this really cool shop that if Monk never would be able to go in. Lol. It was very cramped and disorderly with loads of cool stuff. Kel got the most awesome pair of pants! And Deana got a matching pair. We also found this Indian store that had the coolest music, clothes, bags, jewelry, and sculptures of the Buddha and such things. I ended up going home with a tote and a CD called Asian Massive. It's an awesome CD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;For lunch we went to a little diner that had 8oz. Glass Coke Bottles that you actually needed a bottle opener to open! It's amazing the little things in life that fascinate and amuse you. Needless to say Kel and I loved 'em. We brought them home, but I'm not sure were they went in the excitement of the conference, and the chaos of unpacking. Oh well, I'm sure they'll turn up. Maybe when I move out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tuesday Dad, Audrey, Abby, Cece, and I went to Biltmore, were we met up with Deana and Kelsey. It was so much fun! I'm a HUGE history buff, and it was cool seeing the HUGE house. More of a castle really, it was crazy. The dining room was my favorite room, it was big (I think length wise my house could have fit in it :o) and had really high ceilings. Like, &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;high. Probably thirty, forty, feet up. It made me think of Running With Scissors when Augusten and Natalie decide they need to higher ceilings so they put a hole in the kitchen ceiling. I feel the same way, I need high ceilings for all of my crazy Monkey Gemini ideas to float around in. As well as my angry poet ideas, or maybe temperamental poet is a better description. I'm not really an angry person...Anyway, I'm getting off topic. After we toured the house we walked around the gardens, then we went down to the wine tasting. But before we got the to wine tasting we got to look around were they make the wine and champagne and learn how it was made. I wasn't really interested since I don't like wine or champagne, but the tanks were huge. That much I remember. Then we went to the wine tasting, were Deana and Dad were mistaken for a couple and Cece, Kel, Audrey, Abby, and I their kids. So that was the joke for the rest of the day. The grape juice they gave us, the kids, was really good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After the wine tasting (or rather grape juice drinking) we went down to the farm yard and saw the Draft Horses, the sheep, the goats, the donkeys, the chickens, and the peeps. They were so cute! And, of course, I loved the horses. Big Belgian Draft horses named Bert and Ernie. They were sweethearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ten minutes later we went up to the creamery and bought some ice cream. Then we got wrapped up in watching the blacksmith make a key chain, it was so cool! It started as a metal rod about two feet long and 1/4 of an inch thick and he turned it into a leaf key chain! I ended up getting one in the gift store. So finally, after many fun hours at the Biltmore we  headed back to the resort, happy and fun filled. That evening we learned a dance to Crank That, which we decided to perform in the talent show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Wednesday dawned and we packed up early and headed to the conference. Yay! Finally! When we got there we checked in and then went up to our cabin. About half an hour later Mom called me and told Audrey, Kelsey, and I to meet her and Dad at Lee Hall to start setting up for the Tye-Dying. So we walked up the treacherous hill that we learned to hate (and love) over the next five days. Once to Lee we started mixing dyes, setting up tables, filling buckets, all that good pre-tye-dye stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;At 12:30 we headed down to lunch (which wasn't actually that bad in my opinion), and then back up the hill to guard the stuff while Mom and Dad went down to lunch. At 1:30 they craziness started. We then proceeded to tye-dye for the next five hours! I am not kidding you, I think I met everyone there in the first five hours of the conference. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Dinner that night was disgusting, I don't even want to know what kind of seasoning they put on the chicken cause it almost made me consider going vegetarian. Which is a big deal for someone like me! xD That night was The Rocky Horror Picture Show. You have no idea how much that movie means to me. It's a chance to dress up with very fun, revealing, clothing and act like a tramp without being arrested. And it was great fun because we not-drag queens kicked the drag queens off stage merely because we're better than them. Then we danced along, sang along, and yelled obscenities at the screen. Who wouldn't have fun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thursday I went to the letterboxing workshop and bugged my good buddy Danielle while meeting a new buddy I'd made friends with online. I also made my tassel belt for the belly dancing workshop, which I took later that day. And can I just say Wow! It was American Tribal Belly Dancing and it was amazing! And so much fun! I loved it. I'm now looking for a belly dancing place here in MD. They converted me. Bad Mindy, bad Andy! Lol. I then walked with Danielle and Jules down to the talent show, were Danielle ditched us to go write clues for the letterboxing and notes for her talk the next morning. I know, she's a terrible excuse maker. I should offer her lessons....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Friday I hung out with Em and Jules all day. I love those kids. Hell, I love that family. They're an awesome bunch of people that I am so blessed to live near. And poor me, I can't see them every Monday anymore due to work. :'( But that Friday we played in the steam (creek?), went to funshops, hung out at their cabin, and goofed off until that afternoon when I went to Wal Mart to buy some stuff for my Fairy God Child, as well as some glow sticks for Sam, Emily, and Julia. And myself. xD That night was Belly Dancing in the talent show night, as well as the Crank That dance. It was fun, I love being on stage and entertaining people. Then I gave the girls their glow sticks and slipped one on Danielle's head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Saturday I once again was at Danielle's letterboxing, only this time I wasn't making a stamp and I wasn't bugging her, I was just there because I had nowhere else to sit and knit. Or so I thought at the time, but see it turns out Fate had me sitting there so that my Long Lost Monkey Twin Sister Diana would come up and talk to me. The beginning of a beautiful friendship. That night was the dance and I was pumped for a night of dancing and making Danielle head bang damn it! Surprisingly I succeeded in making Danielle head bang, it was only once but I did win! Mwhahaha. And surprisingly, I didn't get to dance the night away because my knee started hurting something terrible and I had to sit down and knit. Which made no never mind to me, except that I had really wanted to dance. But Danielle did fret a little (don't deny it), which always makes me feel loved. And no sarcasm would've been in that sentence had you been listening to me instead of reading it. After a couple of hours of hanging out down at the dance with the adults, which involved knitting, duck duck goose, some burping causing Danielle to gag and almost throw up, and just hanging out talking I went up to Diana's cabin for a coupla hours. I was going to dread her hair, but seeing as how we didn't have a flea comb I couldn't and therefore just hung out. It was great fun, but at 2:30 I was so exhausted that I had to leave and collapse in my own cabin bed before collapsing on her floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sunday dawned a sad day. The conference was ending that day. So sad. Alyssa, Cece, and I raided Diana's cabin and ate her food, drank her drinks, and failed miserably at guitar hero. That afternoon was the good bye picnic. We only stayed for a little while before leaving, we had a long drive home and we just wanted to get in the car and sleep. Except Nick, who was content to stay with his er....friend for the rest of time. Or at least longer then we planned on staying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The drive home was miserable. They were okay when we were little because we could all fit with no problem, therefore we could sleep with no problem, but we're all basically five feet tall (except for Cece) and the seven of us can't fit in a seven seater van with shit packed in all around us for eight hours without getting miserable. Course, Mom would probably say it was possible if we just wanted to not be miserable, but I haven't mastered that technique yet so I was miserable. When we pulled in at 12:15 I was grateful for my bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The next two days were days of getting into our fall schedules. I coached some 5,6, and 7 year olds Monday night and had dance class after that. Tuesday I just kinda hung out and lazed around. We all felt a little bad from something we think Nick's buddy Alec gave to us, so we were also all a little stuffy and headachey. Then on Wednesday was my first day of work. At my first job. I've now been working there three days and they already love me. Lol. And no, I'm not making that up. My boss Allison told me madre when she picked me up on Friday. I have this amazing gift for charming the right people, and I don't even know how I do it. I just know I have a gift of charm. Or something like charm. Mommy says it's just because she and Dad breed well, which you can't deny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So that's my crazy month. New friends, a new job, and a much busier schedule. I feel like I've been thrown that much farther into the adult world this past month. I'm going to start learning how to drive sometime in the near future (hopefully) and this time next year I'll be two days away from getting my license. As long as I don't grow up completely I'm okay with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh, and a funny side note. I was in JoAnn's today looking at yarn and my pants ripped almost completely in half. I am not kidding you my whole flippin' ass was hanging out. It was so funny. So I had to walk around with my shirt pulled down over my butt. And to top it off I really had to pee. Story of my life. 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