<?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-12224772</id><updated>2011-09-13T16:09:41.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Invisible Existence</title><subtitle type='html'>I might not be seen, but I will be heard...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>139</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-3388512607680570780</id><published>2008-12-09T22:06:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:09:37.182-06:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Nothing Like Tradition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/katdawg747/CharlieBrownTree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px" alt="" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/katdawg747/CharlieBrownTree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a stick in my living room. Charlie Brown=Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tootles! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-3388512607680570780?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/3388512607680570780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=3388512607680570780&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/3388512607680570780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/3388512607680570780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2008/12/theres-nothing-like-tradition.html' title='There&apos;s Nothing Like Tradition'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-1025100337716941144</id><published>2008-11-21T21:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:02:31.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Day of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://twilightguide.com/tg/wp-content/themes/Aspire/graphics/cat/twilight-movie-posters/twilight-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 444px" alt="" src="http://twilightguide.com/tg/wp-content/themes/Aspire/graphics/cat/twilight-movie-posters/twilight-movie-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://backseatcuddler.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/twilight-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, not really. In reality, not even close. I was just really excited for this movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tootles! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-1025100337716941144?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/1025100337716941144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=1025100337716941144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/1025100337716941144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/1025100337716941144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2008/11/best-day-of-my-life.html' title='Best Day of My Life'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-139357865553721438</id><published>2008-10-11T12:23:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T13:10:57.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming Week 2008</title><content type='html'>Well it finally came (not that I was really anticipating it), my senior homecoming week. There's a really great word to describe this week- anticlimatic. From the death threats to the fact that this was my homecoming week, everything wasn't as exciting as it should have been. No harm befalled anybody on Friday (which is in fact a good thing), but the video was not good (that's all I'm gonna say about that) and the Northern Lights kind of sucked all the life out of the room. I liked the fact that the cheerleaders did Thriller for their dance, but some of them were kind of uncoordinated. The band was awesome, though. That was nice. And the guy who I voted for Homecoming King won. So, whatever. I didn't expect it to be much, and it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the plus side, I had a blast dressing up this week. It was probably the best week for dressing up that I've participated in. Plus, I like being weird and homecoming week is a perfect outlet for that kind of behavior. Also, I didn't have to go to fifth and sixth hour at all on Friday and I got to sit in a room and eat pizza. Good trade off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slob Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDim0WL0NI/AAAAAAAAALY/eUzqf5ydfkM/s1600-h/DSCF2520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255949921655967954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDim0WL0NI/AAAAAAAAALY/eUzqf5ydfkM/s320/DSCF2520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink slippers are simply a must have for this slob season.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDinURtRfI/AAAAAAAAALg/nwLaQpXWZho/s1600-h/DSCF2519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255949930227123698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDinURtRfI/AAAAAAAAALg/nwLaQpXWZho/s320/DSCF2519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Brooke looking quite fashionable sporting the plaid look.&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;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/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDinuaYeZI/AAAAAAAAALo/cmzTF2pDZiA/s1600-h/DSCF2521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255949937242831250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDinuaYeZI/AAAAAAAAALo/cmzTF2pDZiA/s320/DSCF2521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messed up hair is the only way to go.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Day (my personal favorite):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDioElwanI/AAAAAAAAALw/q9zTrbLU2QA/s1600-h/DSCF2526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255949943196117618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDioElwanI/AAAAAAAAALw/q9zTrbLU2QA/s320/DSCF2526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. She didn't dress up for crazy day. I wonder why not...&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDioaOiaTI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WDc8xOg5pp8/s1600-h/DSCF2527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255949949004310834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDioaOiaTI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WDc8xOg5pp8/s320/DSCF2527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hair makes her look like a poodle. For the senior electives or whatever, she got voted Best Hair. I really hope they took the picture for the yearbook on that day :D&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDjICW7BiI/AAAAAAAAAMA/FxuvI5VVN34/s1600-h/DSCF2528.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDjICW7BiI/AAAAAAAAAMA/FxuvI5VVN34/s1600-h/DSCF2528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255950492352841250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDjICW7BiI/AAAAAAAAAMA/FxuvI5VVN34/s320/DSCF2528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are vampires. -snarl-&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;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDjIR3O8xI/AAAAAAAAAMI/KHAyBubO0PI/s1600-h/DSCF2551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255950496514896658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDjIR3O8xI/AAAAAAAAAMI/KHAyBubO0PI/s320/DSCF2551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the Queens.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDjI8_9WbI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/DStp03L4MqM/s1600-h/DSCF2556.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDjI8_9WbI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/DStp03L4MqM/s1600-h/DSCF2556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255950508094216626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDjI8_9WbI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/DStp03L4MqM/s320/DSCF2556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked crazy day :D I may or may not have been very hyper and weird that day, just because I could.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDjJE2E1SI/AAAAAAAAAMY/aV1FmiTm4tI/s1600-h/DSCF2558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255950510200247586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDjJE2E1SI/AAAAAAAAAMY/aV1FmiTm4tI/s320/DSCF2558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favoirte. The back of my head, bwhahaha.&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;br /&gt;Go Green Day (hehehehe):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDjJv3PWBI/AAAAAAAAAMg/t3oKvNL-k94/s1600-h/DSCF2559.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDjJv3PWBI/AAAAAAAAAMg/t3oKvNL-k94/s1600-h/DSCF2559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255950521747855378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDjJv3PWBI/AAAAAAAAAMg/t3oKvNL-k94/s320/DSCF2559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like that green jacket, but I couldn't wear it for the whole day. That would have defeated the purpose of making the shirts....&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDjj5ks-ZI/AAAAAAAAANA/hOZx5MlpASI/s1600-h/DSCF2567.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDjj5ks-ZI/AAAAAAAAANA/hOZx5MlpASI/s1600-h/DSCF2567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255950971031058834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDjj5ks-ZI/AAAAAAAAANA/hOZx5MlpASI/s320/DSCF2567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Enough said.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDjir_fIsI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ANGAmnp0X74/s1600-h/DSCF2561.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDjir_fIsI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ANGAmnp0X74/s1600-h/DSCF2561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255950950205432514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDjir_fIsI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ANGAmnp0X74/s320/DSCF2561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke's was a bit more extreme then mine.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDjjAkM23I/AAAAAAAAAMw/ylGFez_umk0/s1600-h/DSCF2563.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDjjAkM23I/AAAAAAAAAMw/ylGFez_umk0/s1600-h/DSCF2563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255950955728132978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDjjAkM23I/AAAAAAAAAMw/ylGFez_umk0/s320/DSCF2563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did get a lot of glares because of the logo I was sporting (see next picture).&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDjjaRyPzI/AAAAAAAAAM4/HFYq0cTd73Y/s1600-h/DSCF2565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255950962630213426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDjjaRyPzI/AAAAAAAAAM4/HFYq0cTd73Y/s320/DSCF2565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, the oh so liberal students at Hibbing High School loved this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDjj76MFoI/AAAAAAAAANI/XZebwsztk7k/s1600-h/DSCF2570.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDjj76MFoI/AAAAAAAAANI/XZebwsztk7k/s1600-h/DSCF2570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255950971658049154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDjj76MFoI/AAAAAAAAANI/XZebwsztk7k/s320/DSCF2570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to put this picture of Rachel up. She looked so dang cute that day.&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;br /&gt;80's Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDrh3jd1tI/AAAAAAAAAOY/cVeYi3WcY0U/s1600-h/DSCF2575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255959732222285522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDrh3jd1tI/AAAAAAAAAOY/cVeYi3WcY0U/s320/DSCF2575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, watercolor. The class in which I do nothing. I look like I'm gonna cry.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDj_8dhkSI/AAAAAAAAANY/fc57aetidfo/s1600-h/DSCF2574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255951452842594594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDj_8dhkSI/AAAAAAAAANY/fc57aetidfo/s320/DSCF2574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;California splatter!&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;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/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDj_1HnpCI/AAAAAAAAANg/BhjlMzv9P6g/s1600-h/DSCF2580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255951450871669794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDj_1HnpCI/AAAAAAAAANg/BhjlMzv9P6g/s320/DSCF2580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We is from the 80's where the mullets roam free.&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;School Spirit Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDj_1LSCPI/AAAAAAAAANo/VvH85m_99uw/s1600-h/DSCF2591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255951450887031026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDj_1LSCPI/AAAAAAAAANo/VvH85m_99uw/s320/DSCF2591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha, and then Mr. Wolla walked by.&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;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDkAbSFdFI/AAAAAAAAANw/n-AoCsr9zp0/s1600-h/DSCF2593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255951461116114002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDkAbSFdFI/AAAAAAAAANw/n-AoCsr9zp0/s320/DSCF2593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We think each other is cool. That's all that matters...&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDkbzD2oyI/AAAAAAAAAOI/eXa13LPWK1A/s1600-h/DSCF2601.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDkbzD2oyI/AAAAAAAAAOI/eXa13LPWK1A/s1600-h/DSCF2601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255951931355341602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDkbzD2oyI/AAAAAAAAAOI/eXa13LPWK1A/s320/DSCF2601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynda. She played the piano for the coronation. She paints her face a different way every year.&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDkbIUhl_I/AAAAAAAAAN4/m8wVLg6KxpA/s1600-h/DSCF2594.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDkbIUhl_I/AAAAAAAAAN4/m8wVLg6KxpA/s1600-h/DSCF2594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255951919882541042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDkbIUhl_I/AAAAAAAAAN4/m8wVLg6KxpA/s320/DSCF2594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pizza bribe. Tasty bribe.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDkcdA3pPI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/W5lcArL4uGY/s1600-h/DSCF2596.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDkcdA3pPI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/W5lcArL4uGY/s1600-h/DSCF2596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255951942617113842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDkcdA3pPI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/W5lcArL4uGY/s320/DSCF2596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDkcdA3pPI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/W5lcArL4uGY/s1600-h/DSCF2596.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is a hideous couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDkbppPj9I/AAAAAAAAAOA/To7_er4vpYc/s1600-h/DSCF2599.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDkbppPj9I/AAAAAAAAAOA/To7_er4vpYc/s1600-h/DSCF2599.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDkbppPj9I/AAAAAAAAAOA/To7_er4vpYc/s1600-h/DSCF2599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255951928827809746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDkbppPj9I/AAAAAAAAAOA/To7_er4vpYc/s320/DSCF2599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Rachel. This was definitely before the performance, because we're still smiling. I'm just kidding. I didn't really care how we did.&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;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-139357865553721438?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/139357865553721438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=139357865553721438&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/139357865553721438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/139357865553721438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2008/10/homecoming-week-2008.html' title='Homecoming Week 2008'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SPDim0WL0NI/AAAAAAAAALY/eUzqf5ydfkM/s72-c/DSCF2520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-4261590159682648866</id><published>2008-09-14T19:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T19:23:49.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Phantoms Don't Drive Sports Cars...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n30/n151934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n30/n151934.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;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://www.stepheniemeyer.com/twilight_cullencars.html"&gt;...but Vampires do.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-4261590159682648866?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/4261590159682648866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=4261590159682648866&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/4261590159682648866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/4261590159682648866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2008/09/phantoms-dont-drive-sports-cars.html' title='Phantoms Don&apos;t Drive Sports Cars...'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-5955795281205424258</id><published>2008-09-13T10:48:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T11:00:47.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ridgenet.org/images/books/twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.ridgenet.org/images/books/twilight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41zC5-4gHCL._SL500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41zC5-4gHCL._SL500_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/151/421976916_f0f2b2f696_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/151/421976916_f0f2b2f696_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/27760000/27766372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/27760000/27766372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of sad how addicting these books are. I pretty much spent my last week of summer reading through the four of them. And then I started rereading them....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read at your own risk...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/video/imdb/vi1188823321/"&gt;tootles! :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-5955795281205424258?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/5955795281205424258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=5955795281205424258&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/5955795281205424258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/5955795281205424258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2008/09/twilight.html' title='Twilight...'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-6817237004596583022</id><published>2008-08-10T19:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T19:38:39.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sr. Teen 2 Camp: LIFE</title><content type='html'>I was just sitting around doing nothing, so I decided to actually post the promised post. Here it comes. Are you ready? Didn't think so. But it's coming anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday, July 28, 2008:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2:00 a.m.- I thought someone broke into the house. It was just Andrew roaming around. I got paranoid none the less. So in my confused state, I figured that if I slept next to my bedroom door, no one could get in. Smart, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4:49 a.m.- I hear my alarm clock. My alarm clock was actually set for 4:21, I just didn't hear it until 4:49. I got ready and was waiting patiently for Mike to pick me and bring me to the church. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6:00 a.m.- We started heading towards Lake Geneva! Our car was the party car. Mike was driving, I was sitting shotgun (I has a gun), and in the back was Jeremy, Brooke, and Mark. I'm going to stop with the times. I'm just gonna summarize the rest of the week with pictures. Okay? Okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got to the camp and found out that the girls were staying in the Lakeview Center. We were kind of disappointed because we usually stay in Lady Land (the crappy dorms that are fun for some reason). We were sad until we became extremely happy when we saw that they remodeled the center and found out that they added bathrooms and two showers to each room. Let's just say we went around screaming with joy (literally screaming) for about ten minutes. And we also found out later that week that Barb Dean personally requested that a few more bunks be added to our room so that we all could room together :D We all thanked her a bunch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The days pretty much consisted of sitting under our tree (it became our tree by the end of the week. Everyone just knew that it was our tree) either playing music or just hanging out. Sometimes the hanging out consisted of cartwheels and human pyramids. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SJ-AB-vlZOI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/p5byr7UobeU/s1600-h/DSCF2298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233042063538611426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SJ-AB-vlZOI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/p5byr7UobeU/s320/DSCF2298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nights consisted of going to Geneva Java and getting all hyped up right before lights out. We also went around with the guitar and sang to people. Yup. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a little story about a girl named Brooke. Brooke was having a good time hanging with her two good friends Jenni and Mike. They were laughing and having a good time. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SJ-Aoj9rnuI/AAAAAAAAAKA/y__KsA55sAg/s1600-h/DSCF2184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233042726364880610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SJ-Aoj9rnuI/AAAAAAAAAKA/y__KsA55sAg/s320/DSCF2184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Brooke started feeling pains in her side. "It hurts really bad," she told her friends. But her friends just kept on laughing and joking. She said that she was serious. They paid no attention. Then her appendix burst and she was rushed away never to be seen again.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SJ-BITZ9cKI/AAAAAAAAAKI/uYoWAyKUOEk/s1600-h/DSCF2185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233043271675900066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SJ-BITZ9cKI/AAAAAAAAAKI/uYoWAyKUOEk/s320/DSCF2185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I'm kidding. What really happened was Brooke went to the nurse, got some drugs, laid down for a bit, and was fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pink team dominated at Ulitmate Frisbee, which was pretty much the only thing we dominated at. We ended up getting 7th out of 8th place. BOOYA! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of us played...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SJ-BwL0dXDI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/nQvtsIbpT6g/s1600-h/DSCF2164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233043956834327602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SJ-BwL0dXDI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/nQvtsIbpT6g/s320/DSCF2164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And some of us didn't, for obvious reasons. (Because we're too cool. Definitely has nothing to do with our physical inability to do sports...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SJ-B-JOkRPI/AAAAAAAAAKY/QKhVllTaVds/s1600-h/DSCF2148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233044196656694514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SJ-B-JOkRPI/AAAAAAAAAKY/QKhVllTaVds/s320/DSCF2148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the Mountain Dew bottle that Mike threw and hit me in the eye. Thank you. Thanks for that.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SJ-CzNOe2zI/AAAAAAAAAKg/SRycbDzXrMA/s1600-h/DSCF2295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233045108263148338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SJ-CzNOe2zI/AAAAAAAAAKg/SRycbDzXrMA/s320/DSCF2295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's one thing I have learned at camp, it's that boys are strange. And really cruel when it comes to pizza.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SJ-DLVz_EXI/AAAAAAAAAKo/YC4b6KJLYrY/s1600-h/DSCF2322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233045522884792690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SJ-DLVz_EXI/AAAAAAAAAKo/YC4b6KJLYrY/s320/DSCF2322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tradition, we always take a picture at the "gate".&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SJ-DjwQkbbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/7-bi2JYv890/s1600-h/DSCF2329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233045942300863922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SJ-DjwQkbbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/7-bi2JYv890/s320/DSCF2329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did we know that that was the last time we would ever see most of these people. They got hopelessly lost and we never saw them ever again. All that was left was Mike, me, and some boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SJ-D9ysV2RI/AAAAAAAAAK4/W0RjJfrjRBs/s1600-h/DSCF2331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233046389630818578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SJ-D9ysV2RI/AAAAAAAAAK4/W0RjJfrjRBs/s320/DSCF2331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SJ-ETkfFgxI/AAAAAAAAALA/28k2-IG39ws/s1600-h/DSCF2334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233046763774247698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SJ-ETkfFgxI/AAAAAAAAALA/28k2-IG39ws/s320/DSCF2334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SJ-EloUAzBI/AAAAAAAAALI/sZWU9Wj0szE/s1600-h/DSCF2333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233047074039188498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SJ-EloUAzBI/AAAAAAAAALI/sZWU9Wj0szE/s320/DSCF2333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This sign was a revelation...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SJ-FJeZArXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/n6kccaMcUio/s1600-h/DSCF2335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233047689851088242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SJ-FJeZArXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/n6kccaMcUio/s320/DSCF2335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course I was kidding about never seeing them again. They eventually found the DIRECTION they were LOOKING FOR and made it back to Hibbing. Granted it was three hours later than intended, but they got there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As always an eventful year at camp. I didn't even begin to scratch the surface of what went on there. You'll just have to get the stories out of me in person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tootles! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-6817237004596583022?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/6817237004596583022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=6817237004596583022&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/6817237004596583022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/6817237004596583022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2008/08/sr-teen-2-camp-life.html' title='Sr. Teen 2 Camp: LIFE'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SJ-AB-vlZOI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/p5byr7UobeU/s72-c/DSCF2298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-8974523154001162381</id><published>2008-07-31T12:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T12:55:38.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SJ3Z8cuP91I/AAAAAAAAAJg/IX41bFWT-fY/s1600-h/DSCF2330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232577974599939922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SJ3Z8cuP91I/AAAAAAAAAJg/IX41bFWT-fY/s320/DSCF2330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get ready for the Camp Post of 2008!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tootles! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-8974523154001162381?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/8974523154001162381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=8974523154001162381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/8974523154001162381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/8974523154001162381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2008/07/coming-soon.html' title='Coming Soon'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SJ3Z8cuP91I/AAAAAAAAAJg/IX41bFWT-fY/s72-c/DSCF2330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-8003904652355207659</id><published>2008-06-25T16:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T16:41:34.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Juno</title><content type='html'>Here is my post for June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very hot in the room within I am posting, so this was one is gonna be quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my birthday this month. I am the dancing queen. I also took the ACT two days after my birthday. That was whole oodles of fun. It was kind of an interesting experience. I felt like I was actually doing something for once that is working towards my future, which is a crazy thought. Colleges are going to look at that and determine how smart I am. I hate that a piece of paper (or piece of information on the piece of paper) is going affect (is it affect or effect? I don't care. The test is over) how they think of me. They will have never met me. They won't be able to figure out that at times I can be very witty and have a whole butt-load of common sense. Come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my birthday was fun. I got up and opened my presents (which is still my favorite part of the day. I don't care how old I am). Then Brooke (round of applause) came over and hung out before we headed down to Duluth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the story behind Duluth. My mom had some big meeting thing there, so we thought that it would be fun if the whole family went to Duluth and met her for dinner. So my dad, Brooke (who is an honorary part of the family), and I headed down first. We shopped for a bit before Mike came up behind us and scared us half to death in American Eagle. He, Aaron, the Jilb, and Andrew had just gotten to the mall and Jill and Mike decided to go to American Eagle. Then the spotted us, Mike snuck behind Brooke, and well, scared us, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shopped for a bit more and then met my mom and my dad at Little Angie's Cantina down by Canal Park. It's one of my favorite restaurants for the single fact that it serves my all time favorite dessert, fried freaking ice cream. (No, freaking is not part of the name.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was an awesome birthday. I got to buy a bunch of clothes, pick out Brooke's present that she gave me, and got a music book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha, and the greatest gift of all (well sort of, okay, not really) was that the Celtics had the greatest come back in NBA history against the Lakers because it was my birthday. They did it for me, and you all know it. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from my family's vacation down in the cities. Just go to my dad's blog and &lt;a href="http://alwaysaband.blogspot.com/2008/06/circle-me-bert.html"&gt;read all about it&lt;/a&gt;. He did an &lt;a href="http://alwaysaband.blogspot.com/2008/06/nerdvana-day-2.html"&gt;awesome&lt;/a&gt; job &lt;a href="http://alwaysaband.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-3-sort-of-normal.html"&gt;summarizing&lt;/a&gt; it all up for everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, Superchick came out with their latest CD yesterday. I think all of you should go out and buy it. I know I'm going to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and my bestest friend in the whole entire world got a new blog.  So, you all should check out Jess's new blog, cuz I actually changed the link so it will take you right there. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-8003904652355207659?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/8003904652355207659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=8003904652355207659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/8003904652355207659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/8003904652355207659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2008/06/juno.html' title='Juno'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-512702317342453226</id><published>2008-05-13T17:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T17:47:20.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pops Concert 2008: Stick Together.</title><content type='html'>For those who haven't already seen it on my &lt;a href="http://alwaysaband.blogspot.com/"&gt;dad's blog&lt;/a&gt;, here is the video of me at the pops concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bl-wjeDFJyE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bl-wjeDFJyE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Thanks Nate Christian for drumming for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-512702317342453226?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/512702317342453226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=512702317342453226&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/512702317342453226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/512702317342453226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2008/05/pops-concert-2008-stick-together.html' title='Pops Concert 2008: Stick Together.'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-4087898830569515855</id><published>2008-04-29T18:15:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T19:04:37.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom Alt and other things</title><content type='html'>As always, it's been a long month, so I cannot exactly remember what I have done. But I do know that Prom Alt took place! For those who don't know what Prom Alt is (I know everyone who reads this blog knows what Prom Alt is, but I felt like explaining it), it is a place to have a crazy awesome time. It is not protesting Prom in anyway. Well, maybe it is protesting the select group of Prom goers who do stupid, dumb butt things after Prom is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, it is really an excuse to get all dressed up and have the leaders see how many different ways they can embarrass us. Let me explain. Every year, they just HAVE to take us bowling. So there we are, most of the girls in full length dresses, trying to bowl. I love it. (I might just be saying that because I broke 100, and usually that doesn't happen. And I was wearing a full length dress too, booya!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We aren't protesting Prom, but I do think Prom Alt is a whole bunch more fun than Prom is. You are saying to yourself, how do you know? You haven't gone to prom. You go to Prom Alt every year. All that is very true, but I did talk to my friends who did go to Prom. Now lets see what you would rather do. Would you rather (Would Hugh Rather) sit in line for two hours waiting to take your picture, or be on the Tilt-a-whirl having a ball? Spinning isn't your thing? Well, how bout this. Would you rather be waiting in another line for two hours waiting to go on the Grand March, or run through the dark with a laser gun and shoot your bestest friends? Laser tag isn't or thing either, huh? I have another one for you. Would you rather spend a good amount of money where dinner and such is not even included, or pay a good amount of money, but dinner, a whole bunch of other stuff, and COLDSTONE is included. Well, there you have it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for some pictures:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SBevNzQA9ZI/AAAAAAAAAII/mBy-ZoIB8Lw/s1600-h/DSC02553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194813346825696658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SBevNzQA9ZI/AAAAAAAAAII/mBy-ZoIB8Lw/s200/DSC02553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke and Nate. Aren't they cute?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SBevNDQA9YI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ZgVTvmX0rGQ/s1600-h/DSC02552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194813333940794754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SBevNDQA9YI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ZgVTvmX0rGQ/s200/DSC02552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SBevODQA9aI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/UwzNMF7Y2qc/s1600-h/DSC02563.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SBevODQA9aI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/UwzNMF7Y2qc/s1600-h/DSC02563.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark, quit talking to the ketchup. It's not that intelligent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SBevODQA9aI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/UwzNMF7Y2qc/s1600-h/DSC02563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194813351120663970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SBevODQA9aI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/UwzNMF7Y2qc/s200/DSC02563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SBevODQA9aI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/UwzNMF7Y2qc/s1600-h/DSC02563.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brookie and I. She's so purdy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SBevOjQA9cI/AAAAAAAAAIg/wIBC0GXlU2k/s1600-h/DSC02588.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SBevOjQA9cI/AAAAAAAAAIg/wIBC0GXlU2k/s1600-h/DSC02588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194813359710598594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SBevOjQA9cI/AAAAAAAAAIg/wIBC0GXlU2k/s200/DSC02588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SBevOjQA9cI/AAAAAAAAAIg/wIBC0GXlU2k/s1600-h/DSC02588.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yentle/Sheldon/Kari and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SBevODQA9bI/AAAAAAAAAIY/1H0rIXVjOGg/s1600-h/DSC02570.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SBevODQA9bI/AAAAAAAAAIY/1H0rIXVjOGg/s1600-h/DSC02570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194813351120663986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SBevODQA9bI/AAAAAAAAAIY/1H0rIXVjOGg/s200/DSC02570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SBevODQA9bI/AAAAAAAAAIY/1H0rIXVjOGg/s1600-h/DSC02570.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SBevODQA9bI/AAAAAAAAAIY/1H0rIXVjOGg/s1600-h/DSC02570.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke, Liz, and I decided a while ago that we would all wear our bridesmaid dresses to Prom Alt. And we did. We should have taken the picture Charlie's Angels style, but we forgot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SBewbDQA9dI/AAAAAAAAAIo/n-YhxrFdF0U/s1600-h/DSC02586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194814673970591186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SBewbDQA9dI/AAAAAAAAAIo/n-YhxrFdF0U/s200/DSC02586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SBewbDQA9dI/AAAAAAAAAIo/n-YhxrFdF0U/s1600-h/DSC02586.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SBewbTQA9fI/AAAAAAAAAI4/G6RH6VR8Gj8/s1600-h/DSC02577.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my brother. He's good people. He did my hair real nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SBewbTQA9eI/AAAAAAAAAIw/D0GHDxfgLA4/s1600-h/DSC02579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194814678265558498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SBewbTQA9eI/AAAAAAAAAIw/D0GHDxfgLA4/s200/DSC02579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SBewbTQA9eI/AAAAAAAAAIw/D0GHDxfgLA4/s1600-h/DSC02579.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Plutes. Thanks for putting on a great night!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SBewbTQA9fI/AAAAAAAAAI4/G6RH6VR8Gj8/s1600-h/DSC02577.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SBewbTQA9fI/AAAAAAAAAI4/G6RH6VR8Gj8/s1600-h/DSC02577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194814678265558514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SBewbTQA9fI/AAAAAAAAAI4/G6RH6VR8Gj8/s200/DSC02577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SBewbTQA9fI/AAAAAAAAAI4/G6RH6VR8Gj8/s1600-h/DSC02577.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SBewbTQA9fI/AAAAAAAAAI4/G6RH6VR8Gj8/s1600-h/DSC02577.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just really wanted to put a picture of Amber Shain on here. I love that woman. She is the absolute best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other things is really just a trip down to the cities to visit our friends at NCU. I only have four pictures and brief explanations. Here goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SBexxDQA9gI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Zj4PkYs2w-s/s1600-h/mel+plute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194816151439341058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SBexxDQA9gI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Zj4PkYs2w-s/s200/mel+plute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SBexxTQA9hI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3IyC7WFfBkw/s1600-h/micah+and+josh+steen.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;The beautiful Miss Melanie Plute let us crash in her dorm. Isn't she nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SBexxTQA9hI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3IyC7WFfBkw/s1600-h/micah+and+josh+steen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194816155734308370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SBexxTQA9hI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3IyC7WFfBkw/s200/micah+and+josh+steen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SBexxTQA9iI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/urlbt5RmAFU/s1600-h/micah+on+phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SBexxTQA9iI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/urlbt5RmAFU/s1600-h/micah+on+phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;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;Micah and Josh Steen (not Dean, lol). Micah we had met previous to our trip, but Josh we met on this trip. His parents were missionaries in Spain, so he knows Spanish. Say quesadilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SBexxTQA9iI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/urlbt5RmAFU/s1600-h/micah+on+phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194816155734308386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SBexxTQA9iI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/urlbt5RmAFU/s200/micah+on+phone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SBexxjQA9jI/AAAAAAAAAJY/iWcYWDykjXo/s1600-h/on+the+lightrail.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SBexxTQA9iI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/urlbt5RmAFU/s1600-h/micah+on+phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SBexxTQA9iI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/urlbt5RmAFU/s1600-h/micah+on+phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micah leaving messages on Matt Hagsten's phone while he was at work. One of the messages was from a creepy uncle, another was a gay boy named Robbie from Vancouver, and the third was a call from the Govenator. I know, the last one doesn't seem very original, but it was freaking hilarious. I don't care what you say. I forgot my number, but I think it is 866-52Schwarzenegger. It doesn't get any better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194816160029275698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SBexxjQA9jI/AAAAAAAAAJY/iWcYWDykjXo/s200/on+the+lightrail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;Here we are. The crazy Hibbingites that the people at NCU try to ignore but just can't. Well, except Molly. She's the one taking the picture. And Jason doesn't count cuz he goes to the U of M. So, he's there all the time. But yes, Mike, Brooke, and I. We're crazy....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_loJEYgRyvVM/RtyU1gxe91I/AAAAAAAAAEg/83pRWUb5yU4/s1600-h/crazy+awesome.jpg"&gt;awesome.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tootles! :)&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/12224772-4087898830569515855?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/4087898830569515855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=4087898830569515855&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/4087898830569515855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/4087898830569515855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2008/04/prom-alt-and-other-things.html' title='Prom Alt and other things'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/SBevNzQA9ZI/AAAAAAAAAII/mBy-ZoIB8Lw/s72-c/DSC02553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-2370987354914375453</id><published>2008-03-19T08:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T08:22:48.811-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Contest!</title><content type='html'>I absolutely, positively know what happened in the month of March. And it still is March! Someone should give me a present. Or make me some waffles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. You know there is March madness, well there is also a form of March madness for choir. It was craziness last week. On Wednesday, there was choir contest in Grand Rapids. My choir was not prepared, at all. But we still pulled it off and got a Superior rating (which is the best if you haven't heard). One judge even gave us a perfect score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Saturday, it was solo and ensemble contest. That was whole bunches of fun. It was held in Duluth. We had to leave at 6:30 in the morning. That was whole oodles of fun. Many people were sleeping, so we took pictures of them. One kid was even sleeping in the middle of the aisle on the bus. It was really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we got to UMD and my trio was first up at 9:00. The judge wasn't there yet, and we did our warm ups and we needed to burn a few minutes. So I sat down at the piano and played and sang anything that came to mind while the other two in my group danced around the room. Then Mrs. Stoddard came sprinting into the room (she was warming up with another group) and sat down at the piano. We warmed up a little more, and then the judge came in. We sang our little song ("The Violet", not that any of you know the song), and we thought we did well. The most hilarious thing about it was, the judge said that our second soprano wasn't loud enough (it wasn't me, I am the alto). The judge must have had hearing problems cuz she is the loudest one of the bunch. Singing and just talking. She's in Speech, so she talks a lot. That is not a stereotype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were really hyper. We had changed into our Northern Lights outfits for our trio performance, cuz we thought it would be nice to be matching. So we were still wearing our Northern Light's dresses, but we had to keep them on because the N.L. hadn't performed yet. So we were just skipping everywhere because we were so relieved that our song was done. We really didn't care how the N.L. did as long as the trio went well. So we were pretty much care free at that moment. We went around and wished the other groups from our school good luck. Then we ran into a group that contained a good friend of mine (star player of B.S.O.E.). They were about to perform, so the trio decided we were going to go watch them. But on our way to the room, my friend Rachel (the second soprano), leaned over and asked me, "Hey, isn't that your friend Ian?" And by golly it was. He is from Grand Rapids and I hadn't talked to him for a long time. I wanted to talk to him at large group contest, but there wasn't any time. So I ran over there and hugged that kid. He kind of looked like a deer in the headlights when I was on my way over. So, we sat there and talked for a while, and he looked like he wanted to run away, but I wouldn't let him. Then he introduced me to his friends Bob and Gabe. Bob tried to use the force on his lunchbag, but it didn't work. I told him I knew how that felt. Then, it was time for the Northern Lights to warm up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We warmed up and it seemed like it was gonna be crap. We had fun dancing though. After the warm up we heard that we could go downstairs to see our score from earlier in the day. My trio got a Superior. Booya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time for the Northern Lights to perform. I thought we did just all right. We sang a song called "Trickle Trickle", and we also sang "Everything I Own" by Bread. Only it was arranged chorally by some other guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our performance we got changed and went on the bus. We all waited in anticipation for Mrs. Stoddard to get there and tell us what the Northern Lights got. It seemed like she was still in the school for like an hour. It was killing me. Finally, we saw her walking towards the bus. She seemed happy. She said that she was able to get all but one score (no it wasn't the Northern Light's score), and someone would bring it to Hibbing someother time or something. She said she was gonna pass around the folder with all the scores in it to see what we got. We weren't having any of that. My friend yelled out, "What did the Northern Lights get?!" Then she told us we got a Superior. Sigh of relief from all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Miller Hill Mall on our way back. I was gonna get real food, but then my friend informed me that she had never been to the following stores: Aeorpastle, American Eagle, and probably a lot of other ones, but those are the two she told me. So we had to go at least to those two stores. By the time we got to American Eagle, we didn't have a lot of time left so we headed back to the food court. I felt like I only had time to get something from the DQ. So, I got an Oreo Cheesquake Blizzard. I know you all desparately wanted to know that. We went to the bus and sat there for like ten minutes and realized we probably could have gotten real food. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus ride home was like whatever. Not very eventful. I got home, crashed on the couch, and gradually fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-2370987354914375453?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/2370987354914375453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=2370987354914375453&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/2370987354914375453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/2370987354914375453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2008/03/contest.html' title='Contest!'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-3948028259515970955</id><published>2008-02-19T08:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T08:23:27.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>February...what happened in February?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.whynotmovecheap.com/images/ponder0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" height="150" alt="" src="http://www.whynotmovecheap.com/images/ponder0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I seriously can't remember what happened in February. You all know I cheat and post in the next month, but I just have to have a full archive. I absolutely, positively, cannot remember what I did in the month of February. Nothing worth posting anyways. sigh. Do any of you know what I did in the month of February? Forget it. No one comments on this blog anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-3948028259515970955?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/3948028259515970955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=3948028259515970955&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/3948028259515970955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/3948028259515970955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2008/03/februarywhat-happened-it-february.html' title='February...what happened in February?'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-7223410088404539244</id><published>2008-01-01T10:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T11:40:02.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Haha. Just kidding about the whole quitting thing. See, I couldn't do it. I gave in. I love delighting people with a new post. No matter how lame the post is, readers just love to have new posts. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/R3pxTQr1cgI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Oww2FSNELMM/s1600-h/girls+on+new+years.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150553699561861634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/R3pxTQr1cgI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Oww2FSNELMM/s320/girls+on+new+years.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/R3pxTQr1cgI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Oww2FSNELMM/s1600-h/girls+on+new+years.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my girls early New Year's Day :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, a little shout out to the Plaid Power blog. I think my most recent post is way better on that one. And I don't want to duplicate it here. Are you calling me lazy? Well, you are the one who isn't willing to just go over to the link bar and click on it. So there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&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/12224772-7223410088404539244?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/7223410088404539244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=7223410088404539244&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/7223410088404539244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/7223410088404539244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/R3pxTQr1cgI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Oww2FSNELMM/s72-c/girls+on+new+years.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-639104913094644774</id><published>2007-12-20T14:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T14:26:31.957-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm closing my blog...forever.</title><content type='html'>It's been a good run.  I just don't seem to have the time to post anymore.  Thank you for all who have read my blog in the past, and thank you to those who are reading this right now.  I don't know why I'm thanking  you.  Actually, it's kind of bizarre that i'm thanking people that have wasted their time reading about my day.  Well, okay, I've had some interesting posts, and some cool pictures, and some inside jokes.  As fun as it has been, i'm closing my blog forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/MMPO/503642~Charlie-And-The-Chocolate-Factory-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/MMPO/503642~Charlie-And-The-Chocolate-Factory-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes when [people] say "forever" they just mean, "a really long time"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-639104913094644774?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/639104913094644774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=639104913094644774&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/639104913094644774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/639104913094644774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-closing-my-blogforever.html' title='I&apos;m closing my blog...forever.'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-6387086808285538612</id><published>2007-11-30T08:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T08:44:12.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cheat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/2/24/181px-The_Cheat.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/2/24/181px-The_Cheat.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-6387086808285538612?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/6387086808285538612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=6387086808285538612&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/6387086808285538612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/6387086808285538612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2007/11/cheat.html' title='The Cheat'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-8345648256089217651</id><published>2007-10-05T17:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T18:02:24.014-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought this was funny</title><content type='html'>My dad has a slideshow as a screensaver for his laptop. I was sitting at the kitchen table hugging a box of cocoa pebbles and watching the slideshow. Then I saw this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RwbBjUEysSI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SliIf2lx1Dc/s1600-h/Chipotle+2+April+06.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117990838981538082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RwbBjUEysSI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SliIf2lx1Dc/s320/Chipotle+2+April+06.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This picture should probably be split in half.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tootles! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-8345648256089217651?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/8345648256089217651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=8345648256089217651&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/8345648256089217651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/8345648256089217651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-thought-this-was-funny.html' title='I thought this was funny'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RwbBjUEysSI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SliIf2lx1Dc/s72-c/Chipotle+2+April+06.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-606611669452991808</id><published>2007-09-30T17:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T18:29:30.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted in a while. I know. Here I am now. I guess I've been busy with school, work, and music things lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke and I decided to take pictures this year for homecoming. The first day Brooke did not have her camera, and she did not have it the last day either. But that is okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like homecoming week. It was fun. Usually I don't have fun at school, but I did this past week. It'll be kind of dull going to school tomorrow. Everyone will be dressed all boring and normal like, and there won't be that excitement and happiness in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never looked forward to Jacket Jamboree Week in my life, but I am this year. I can't wait to feel the excitement and happiness again. It is sad that it only happens two times a year during school. Okay, well maybe a few days before Winter Break. There's usually some excitement there. Oh, and of course a few days before summer starts. I guess what I am trying to say is that there excitement and happiness in the school usually does not happen during a week that is in the smack dab middle of boring no vacation time. If that makes any sense. &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/The_Office/images/photos/pam_jim/pj_pamjim_007.jpg"&gt;Happiness&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. I don't know how to get rid of this open space. &lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Day One: Athletic Gear Day. I do not have a picture. I am sorry. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Two: Twins Day. Brooke and I were twinkies. It was fun. We have barely any classes together, but people did notice that we were twins. I think it was the crowns that tipped them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RwAqX0EysNI/AAAAAAAAAFY/7qoQrvl6Xl8/s1600-h/brooke+and+i+twins+3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116135765296984274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RwAqX0EysNI/AAAAAAAAAFY/7qoQrvl6Xl8/s320/brooke+and+i+twins+3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RwAqX0EysNI/AAAAAAAAAFY/7qoQrvl6Xl8/s1600-h/brooke+and+i+twins+3.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Three: Dress Your Best (Black Tie Affair) Day. So pretty much just dress your best in black and white. It was also See You At The Pole that day. Booya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RwAq6EEysOI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ped1xhY7S5I/s1600-h/dress+your+best.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116136353707503842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RwAq6EEysOI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ped1xhY7S5I/s320/dress+your+best.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RwAq6EEysOI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ped1xhY7S5I/s1600-h/dress+your+best.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day Four: Addam's Family Day. Which really meant Emo Day. But they couldn't call it emo day because emo is a stereotype which is against the rules for homecoming days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RwArVEEysPI/AAAAAAAAAFo/CqGL6FZiJRw/s1600-h/me+emo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116136817563971826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RwArVEEysPI/AAAAAAAAAFo/CqGL6FZiJRw/s320/me+emo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RwArl0EysQI/AAAAAAAAAFw/XBJzCSHPfRM/s1600-h/brooke+emo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116137105326780674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RwArl0EysQI/AAAAAAAAAFw/XBJzCSHPfRM/s320/brooke+emo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RwAsBUEysRI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ehKHHN9iGTA/s1600-h/will+and+brooke+meo.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day Five: School Spirit Day. Yet again, no pictures. I really wanted a picture of me in my Northern Lights dress, but oh well. I'm sure there'll be plenty of pictures at the next concert.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will leave you with one more picture...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RwAsBUEysRI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ehKHHN9iGTA/s1600-h/will+and+brooke+meo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116137577773183250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RwAsBUEysRI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ehKHHN9iGTA/s320/will+and+brooke+meo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is Brooke with the Homecoming king. They looked so freaking awesome. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tootles! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-606611669452991808?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/606611669452991808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=606611669452991808&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/606611669452991808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/606611669452991808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2007/09/homecoming-2007.html' title='Homecoming 2007'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RwAqX0EysNI/AAAAAAAAAFY/7qoQrvl6Xl8/s72-c/brooke+and+i+twins+3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-2794109643908073603</id><published>2007-08-17T15:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T15:36:50.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Mario</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/aZpD0btOZx8' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/aZpD0btOZx8'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's just so freaking awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-2794109643908073603?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/2794109643908073603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=2794109643908073603&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/2794109643908073603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/2794109643908073603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2007/08/super-mario.html' title='Super Mario'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-4788605994828666593</id><published>2007-08-17T15:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T15:36:20.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simpsons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/GFqTd-CEjHM' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/GFqTd-CEjHM'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pretty much one of the coolest things I've ever seen in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-4788605994828666593?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/4788605994828666593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=4788605994828666593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/4788605994828666593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/4788605994828666593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2007/08/simpsons.html' title='Simpsons'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-3935528576991728864</id><published>2007-08-07T15:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T15:15:52.004-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brooke is Mr. Napkin Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ZPESnM76sGo' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ZPESnM76sGo'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is what we really did at camp.  This and play BSOE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-3935528576991728864?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/3935528576991728864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=3935528576991728864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/3935528576991728864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/3935528576991728864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2007/08/brooke-is-mr-napkin-head_07.html' title='Brooke is Mr. Napkin Head'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-1245640980089017779</id><published>2007-08-07T15:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T15:05:49.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mika Grace Kelly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/uzA0nG_PurQ' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/uzA0nG_PurQ'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For Brooke.  She knows why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-1245640980089017779?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/1245640980089017779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=1245640980089017779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/1245640980089017779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/1245640980089017779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2007/08/mika-grace-kelly.html' title='Mika Grace Kelly'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-8179843842824502546</id><published>2007-08-07T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T15:02:29.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Connect: Sr. High Camp 2 '07</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RrjO9w-FByI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/RcSy5PKLxfU/s1600-h/lop+de+gross.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096050538882336546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RrjO9w-FByI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/RcSy5PKLxfU/s320/lop+de+gross.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RrjGnA-FBsI/AAAAAAAAAEg/QnQ_0ixlJZE/s1600-h/DSCF1887.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, there's a big empty space here. So I'm filling it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm filling it with Lop De Gross.  This pretty much took up most of free time.  A bunch of guys jumping on top of each other.  And a bunch of girls watching them.  And in Brooke's case, taking pictures of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;MY WORD!  There is something seriously wrong.  There's another big space that I can't get rid of.  AHHHH!!!!!!!!!!  Simon Cowell is someone who is definitely blessed with the joy of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Terrific. Camp was the bomb. I loved it. I love it every year, yes, but I loved it again this year. It might have been the best camp ever. And guess what, we made it to Friday this year! Woo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picture time :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RrjFxA-FBqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-iT7_1rNYdA/s1600-h/DSCF1971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096040424234354338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RrjFxA-FBqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-iT7_1rNYdA/s320/DSCF1971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The topic of most conversations at the beginning of camp. What the heck is he doing. We found out that he is going to hold a welcome sign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RrjGJg-FBrI/AAAAAAAAAEY/mTA6KgiBWCo/s1600-h/DSCF1881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096040845141149362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RrjGJg-FBrI/AAAAAAAAAEY/mTA6KgiBWCo/s320/DSCF1881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The peoples in the chapel. Probably playing BS.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RrjKfg-FBwI/AAAAAAAAAFA/I5njlW8UewI/s1600-h/vince+and+trevor.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096045621144782594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RrjKfg-FBwI/AAAAAAAAAFA/I5njlW8UewI/s320/vince+and+trevor.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine and Brooke's knitting students. "Congradulations. World's Best Cup of Coffee...hi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RrjHeA-FBuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/0avljr9WRSM/s1600-h/DSCF1906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096042296840095458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RrjHeA-FBuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/0avljr9WRSM/s320/DSCF1906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey look, there's Mark, Andrew, Anthony, and Brandon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RrjGJg-FBrI/AAAAAAAAAEY/mTA6KgiBWCo/s1600-h/DSCF1881.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RrjG5g-FBtI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dkBhStTCz8E/s1600-h/DSCF1956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096041669774870226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RrjG5g-FBtI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dkBhStTCz8E/s320/DSCF1956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my peeps eating breakfast.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RrjLIg-FBxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/hMZgH3TkNKA/s1600-h/trash+me+brooke.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096046325519419154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RrjLIg-FBxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/hMZgH3TkNKA/s320/trash+me+brooke.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke and I taking a picture instead of picking up trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RrjKJQ-FBvI/AAAAAAAAAE4/d6Tn6MILESQ/s1600-h/last+pic.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096045238892693234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RrjKJQ-FBvI/AAAAAAAAAE4/d6Tn6MILESQ/s320/last+pic.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditional pic before leaving.&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;br /&gt;tootles! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-8179843842824502546?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/8179843842824502546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=8179843842824502546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/8179843842824502546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/8179843842824502546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2007/08/connect-sr-high-camp-2-07.html' title='Connect: Sr. High Camp 2 &apos;07'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RrjO9w-FByI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/RcSy5PKLxfU/s72-c/lop+de+gross.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-979502798824910689</id><published>2007-07-25T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T16:56:37.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ireland 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I haven't posted enought lately. I didn't post enough about Ireland. Thus, this post came to life after realizing those two facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't decide what picture to put with this post, so I've decided to choose one at random. Here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RqfEpw-FBoI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ER50WMGUHc0/s1600-h/DSCF1406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091254125564593794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RqfEpw-FBoI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ER50WMGUHc0/s320/DSCF1406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The stone funnel of doom. No one had any idea of what it was. So we all took pictures and said that it was a stone tornado. Of doom. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/4/41/250px-Smallville_121_tempest.jpg"&gt;Random.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-979502798824910689?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/979502798824910689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=979502798824910689&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/979502798824910689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/979502798824910689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2007/07/ireland-4.html' title='Ireland 4'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RqfEpw-FBoI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ER50WMGUHc0/s72-c/DSCF1406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-3995108937824328473</id><published>2007-06-25T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T12:29:24.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not weird, I'm gifted.</title><content type='html'>There are &lt;a href="http://www.elkorita.com/mexicanfriedicecream.gif"&gt;no words&lt;/a&gt; to describe last night. I hope this &lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/37/76066460_22a7744a8c.jpg"&gt;picture&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=2015512141"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; will say it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mistershape.com/blog/uploaded_images/al-sol-735195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.mistershape.com/blog/uploaded_images/al-sol-735195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nerf-herders-anonymous.net/images/WeirdAl_WhitenNerdy3.jpg"&gt;tootles! :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-3995108937824328473?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/3995108937824328473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=3995108937824328473&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/3995108937824328473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/3995108937824328473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-not-weird-im-gifted.html' title='I&apos;m not weird, I&apos;m gifted.'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-5855291295986701408</id><published>2007-06-15T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T15:06:08.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma Lynn Starla Rainbow Reini</title><content type='html'>Emma Lynn Reini was born on June 14.  We went to visit her yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RnLtXnIMx_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/HDOLXZCpWFg/s1600-h/DSC02178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076380719896119282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RnLtXnIMx_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/HDOLXZCpWFg/s320/DSC02178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's Li'l Emma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RnLtsXIMyAI/AAAAAAAAADY/fTUy70s0Ntw/s1600-h/DSC02173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076381076378404866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RnLtsXIMyAI/AAAAAAAAADY/fTUy70s0Ntw/s320/DSC02173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Grandma Becky, Auntie Jenni, and Emma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RnLuBHIMyBI/AAAAAAAAADg/rLzjEkiVKVA/s1600-h/DSC02176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076381432860690450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RnLuBHIMyBI/AAAAAAAAADg/rLzjEkiVKVA/s320/DSC02176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jill, Emma, Aaron, Grandma Becky, Uncle Mike, Auntie Jenni, Uncle Andrew, and Grandpa Allan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congrats Aaron and Jill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome to the world Emma Lynn Reini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tootles! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-5855291295986701408?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/5855291295986701408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=5855291295986701408&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/5855291295986701408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/5855291295986701408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2007/06/emma-lynn-starla-rainbow-reini.html' title='Emma Lynn Starla Rainbow Reini'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RnLtXnIMx_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/HDOLXZCpWFg/s72-c/DSC02178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-7481474184491577179</id><published>2007-06-15T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T15:02:46.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Graduation.</title><content type='html'>I forgot to post this earlier. I was meaning to, but then I didn't. Happy Graduation Two Weeks Ago Andrew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RnLwOHIMyCI/AAAAAAAAADo/WIGlEFabN-s/s1600-h/DSC02161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076383855222245410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RnLwOHIMyCI/AAAAAAAAADo/WIGlEFabN-s/s320/DSC02161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-7481474184491577179?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/7481474184491577179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=7481474184491577179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/7481474184491577179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/7481474184491577179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-graduation.html' title='Happy Graduation.'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RnLwOHIMyCI/AAAAAAAAADo/WIGlEFabN-s/s72-c/DSC02161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-4070627429497025410</id><published>2007-06-15T14:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T15:16:12.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday.</title><content type='html'>It was my birthday on June 12. Yeah. It was fun. We went swimming and stuff. Then we frosted cupcakes and stuff. Then we watched the Holiday and stuff. Yeah. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RnLnBHIMx8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/jUwTkEtyg_Y/s1600-h/DSCF1792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076373736279295938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RnLnBHIMx8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/jUwTkEtyg_Y/s320/DSCF1792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The football player was my dad's idea. I wanted a ballerina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of the cupcakes ended up in a little dog that I like to call Gina. (She thinks she's so sneaky except for the fact that she leaves candles and wrappers everywhere.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RnLyzHIMyDI/AAAAAAAAADw/jxDsRCXk0_A/s1600-h/DSCF1848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076386689900660786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RnLyzHIMyDI/AAAAAAAAADw/jxDsRCXk0_A/s200/DSCF1848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RnLndXIMx9I/AAAAAAAAADA/jMMZFbOQCZ0/s1600-h/DSC02172.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RnLndXIMx9I/AAAAAAAAADA/jMMZFbOQCZ0/s1600-h/DSC02172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076374221610600402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RnLndXIMx9I/AAAAAAAAADA/jMMZFbOQCZ0/s320/DSC02172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's everyone. &lt;a href="http://www.active.com/images/upimages/wallgreens.jpg3.jpg"&gt;Except for Brooke&lt;/a&gt;. She had to come later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RnLndXIMx9I/AAAAAAAAADA/jMMZFbOQCZ0/s1600-h/DSC02172.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cards were really great this year. I liked all of them a lot. But I have to say that Aaron and the Jilb &lt;a href="http://www.channel4.com/entertainment/tv/microsites/S/smallville/images/smallville_2_113x84.jpg"&gt;win&lt;/a&gt; again. The fam came in a close &lt;a href="http://www.comparestoreprices.co.uk/images/pi/pirates-of-the-caribbean-500-piece-jigsaw-puzzle.jpg"&gt;second&lt;/a&gt; though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the &lt;a href="http://www.rosevilletheatre.com/gfx/Jones-ad"&gt;Jones&lt;/a&gt; is delicious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&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/12224772-4070627429497025410?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/4070627429497025410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=4070627429497025410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/4070627429497025410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/4070627429497025410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday.'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RnLnBHIMx8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/jUwTkEtyg_Y/s72-c/DSCF1792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-2103604259772607695</id><published>2007-06-15T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T15:04:27.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom Alt. 2007: Carib Royale</title><content type='html'>Prom Alt. was actually back in May.  I've decided to post anyways.  I don't have many pictures, not many at all. But, because Brooke asked me to, I'm going to put a couple up. Okay? Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RnLlFnIMx6I/AAAAAAAAACo/yKzXUnKoia8/s1600-h/DSCF1784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076371614565451682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RnLlFnIMx6I/AAAAAAAAACo/yKzXUnKoia8/s320/DSCF1784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RnLkrnIMx4I/AAAAAAAAACY/7KnaQD103Mo/s1600-h/DSC02091.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RnLk4XIMx5I/AAAAAAAAACg/GYALkqxAhEE/s1600-h/DSC02092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076371386932184978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RnLk4XIMx5I/AAAAAAAAACg/GYALkqxAhEE/s320/DSC02092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RnLl1nIMx7I/AAAAAAAAACw/reZmVAq5N80/s1600-h/the+limbo.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Admiring flowers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RnLkrnIMx4I/AAAAAAAAACY/7KnaQD103Mo/s1600-h/DSC02091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076371167888852866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RnLkrnIMx4I/AAAAAAAAACY/7KnaQD103Mo/s320/DSC02091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RnLl1nIMx7I/AAAAAAAAACw/reZmVAq5N80/s1600-h/the+limbo.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walking a dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RnLl1nIMx7I/AAAAAAAAACw/reZmVAq5N80/s1600-h/the+limbo.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RnLl1nIMx7I/AAAAAAAAACw/reZmVAq5N80/s1600-h/the+limbo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076372439199172530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RnLl1nIMx7I/AAAAAAAAACw/reZmVAq5N80/s320/the+limbo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And doing the limbo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tootles! :)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RnLl1nIMx7I/AAAAAAAAACw/reZmVAq5N80/s1600-h/the+limbo.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-2103604259772607695?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/2103604259772607695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=2103604259772607695&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/2103604259772607695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/2103604259772607695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2007/06/prom-alt-2007-carib-royale.html' title='Prom Alt. 2007: Carib Royale'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RnLlFnIMx6I/AAAAAAAAACo/yKzXUnKoia8/s72-c/DSCF1784.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-3805172066202792260</id><published>2007-06-01T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T14:22:10.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Summer</title><content type='html'>I know that technically it isn't summer until later this month, but for my purposes, it is definitely summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hibbing.mn.us/vertical/Sites/{B72B25FE-5314-40BB-96F1-E6EAF3B87F7F}/uploads/{5E5228F8-9527-4F80-BE89-FCDF7CAAEC49}.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.hibbing.mn.us/vertical/Sites/%7BB72B25FE-5314-40BB-96F1-E6EAF3B87F7F%7D/uploads/%7B5E5228F8-9527-4F80-BE89-FCDF7CAAEC49%7D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;It hardly feels like school is done until fall. It feels like i should be going back on Monday. This just feels like a nice long weekend. I'm sure come monday it'll be a different feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give a sigh of relief. No more getting frustrated with the Sopranos in choir. No more taking tests that Harv says will be easy, but are truely hard (and vice versa.) No more doing long packets for World History. NO more wondering if I'll get the 'A' in English. No more wondering if they'll have the green granny smith apples that I like during lunch. No more trying to stay awake while we take notes in Biology. No more listening portions on Spanish tests. No more...until next year. But next year, there'll be different classes and different problems. New things to love and hate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tootles! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-3805172066202792260?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/3805172066202792260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=3805172066202792260&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/3805172066202792260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/3805172066202792260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-summer.html' title='It&apos;s Summer'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-4517016280675011479</id><published>2007-05-03T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T21:16:13.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ireland 3</title><content type='html'>It's time for another random Ireland post. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh yes, the bunny buses. I named the first one puppy. Then the next one is browny. And the one in the far backround is Bennie. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RjqWfj4GS3I/AAAAAAAAABw/STBx1IrqccU/s1600-h/DSCF1403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060522600254819186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RjqWfj4GS3I/AAAAAAAAABw/STBx1IrqccU/s320/DSCF1403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;On a different note, I'm so&lt;a href="http://www.newsaramablog.com/gallery/albums/userpics/10006/normal_spiderman3poster.jpg"&gt; exspided&lt;/a&gt; for tonight. I'm gonna need a lot of coffee tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-4517016280675011479?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/4517016280675011479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=4517016280675011479&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/4517016280675011479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/4517016280675011479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2007/05/ireland-3.html' title='Ireland 3'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RjqWfj4GS3I/AAAAAAAAABw/STBx1IrqccU/s72-c/DSCF1403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-3805018022741866332</id><published>2007-04-21T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T13:42:06.622-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ireland 2</title><content type='html'>The first place we stopped in Ireland was this cool clothing store/cafe/tree garden thing. Natalie and I had to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RipZUjr_MsI/AAAAAAAAABQ/agP_cvAPex4/s1600-h/DSCF1431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055951741388796610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RipZUjr_MsI/AAAAAAAAABQ/agP_cvAPex4/s320/DSCF1431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RipZUzr_MtI/AAAAAAAAABY/gEq4mhId5Lc/s1600-h/DSCF1432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055951745683763922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RipZUzr_MtI/AAAAAAAAABY/gEq4mhId5Lc/s320/DSCF1432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RipZVDr_MuI/AAAAAAAAABg/nwkzxTi1LCs/s1600-h/DSCF1433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055951749978731234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RipZVDr_MuI/AAAAAAAAABg/nwkzxTi1LCs/s320/DSCF1433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RipZVjr_MvI/AAAAAAAAABo/HQzTtqwWHu0/s1600-h/DSCF1434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055951758568665842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RipZVjr_MvI/AAAAAAAAABo/HQzTtqwWHu0/s320/DSCF1434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tootles! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-3805018022741866332?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/3805018022741866332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=3805018022741866332&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/3805018022741866332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/3805018022741866332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2007/04/ireland-2.html' title='Ireland 2'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RipZUjr_MsI/AAAAAAAAABQ/agP_cvAPex4/s72-c/DSCF1431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-3294539107360364820</id><published>2007-04-15T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T12:32:05.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Easter Bunny knows us too well...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://einsiders.com/reviews/dvd/images/smallville_season4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://einsiders.com/reviews/dvd/images/smallville_season4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-3294539107360364820?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/3294539107360364820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=3294539107360364820&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/3294539107360364820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/3294539107360364820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2007/04/easter-bunny-knows-us-too-well.html' title='The Easter Bunny knows us too well...'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-2456686041587959596</id><published>2007-04-15T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T12:08:47.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RiJb1GGNhoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rf5aKA5rIes/s1600-h/DSCF1745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053702699590977154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RiJb1GGNhoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rf5aKA5rIes/s320/DSCF1745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's fine, just fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-2456686041587959596?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/2456686041587959596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=2456686041587959596&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/2456686041587959596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/2456686041587959596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2007/04/hooray.html' title='Hooray!'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RiJb1GGNhoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rf5aKA5rIes/s72-c/DSCF1745.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-2988492874748296430</id><published>2007-04-14T13:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T14:00:02.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ireland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RiEkpGGNhnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/75H_y8p-dcU/s1600-h/DSCF1699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053360545316308594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RiEkpGGNhnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/75H_y8p-dcU/s320/DSCF1699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor little sheep. I miss you too :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-2988492874748296430?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/2988492874748296430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=2988492874748296430&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/2988492874748296430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/2988492874748296430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2007/04/ireland.html' title='Ireland'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RiEkpGGNhnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/75H_y8p-dcU/s72-c/DSCF1699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-7406407285546388780</id><published>2007-03-31T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T15:20:58.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I know this is cheating...</title><content type='html'>I just feel so incomplete without having a March 2007. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Natalie and I on the way to Minneapolis, where we would board a plane to Chicago where we would board another plane to Ireland :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm probably gonna have random Ireland posts every now and then, so get used to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RiPZqWGNhsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/MBBKfGnbObU/s1600-h/DSCF1370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054122528349193922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RiPZqWGNhsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/MBBKfGnbObU/s320/DSCF1370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tootles! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-7406407285546388780?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/7406407285546388780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=7406407285546388780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/7406407285546388780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/7406407285546388780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-know-this-is-cheating.html' title='I know this is cheating...'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RiPZqWGNhsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/MBBKfGnbObU/s72-c/DSCF1370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-5838857902899189258</id><published>2007-02-20T20:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T20:12:30.389-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowboy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/SwdPR8u78kI' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/SwdPR8u78kI'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, I know that I've only been posting videos lately, but nothing interesting has happened to me lately.  Well, except for I'll probably be crashing the car soon, but whatever.  You should visit plaidpower.  No reason, you just should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-5838857902899189258?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/5838857902899189258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=5838857902899189258&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/5838857902899189258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/5838857902899189258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2007/02/cowboy.html' title='Cowboy'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-3766102141008855441</id><published>2007-02-07T15:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T15:25:47.765-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This one is cool too.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1eTi_plaK14"&gt;tootles! :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-3766102141008855441?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/3766102141008855441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=3766102141008855441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/3766102141008855441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/3766102141008855441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-one-is-cool-too.html' title='This one is cool too.'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-6675128259907521853</id><published>2007-02-07T15:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T15:22:21.548-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ok go - a million ways</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Kw0YHv3ub-k' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Kw0YHv3ub-k'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tootles! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-6675128259907521853?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/6675128259907521853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=6675128259907521853&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/6675128259907521853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/6675128259907521853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2007/02/ok-go-million-ways_4331.html' title='ok go - a million ways'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-9008003698735158993</id><published>2007-01-18T15:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T13:27:40.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.actapes.com/smallville.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.actapes.com/smallville.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mike, Andrew, and I have found that we can't go a few days without a Smallville fix. It has consumed us. Mike will give me a call and say he has a certain theme song running through his head. I've done the same to him. I think we have a problem. If you have seen the show, you know how addicting it is.&lt;br /&gt;It all started with Mike receiving &lt;a href="http://www.thecinemasource.com/moviesdb/images/SmallvillePoster-330.jpg"&gt;Smallville Season One&lt;/a&gt; for Christmas. That's a funny story. Mike never said he wanted it, but our mom said that she thought he did. I was really excited. I would always look at the Seasons whenever I was at Walmart or Best Buy. We started watching them with our cousin Lindsey. We couldn't pull away. We would stay up till four in the morning sometimes. Now, everyone who hasn't seen it is probably thinking I'm crazy. You would think differently if you had it. If you started watching the show, and had the power to watch the very next episode right after it, you would.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the weird part, it's not even that good of show. It's not the kind of show where it leaves you hanging at the end of each episode. There's a little of that, but it's not to the point of lets say &lt;a href="http://lost.joj.sk/images/wallpapers/Lost2_1280x1024.jpg"&gt;Lost&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://prison-break.kvalitne.cz/pic/01.JPG"&gt;Prison Break&lt;/a&gt;. (Two other shows that we have become addicted to.) The thing was, during the first season, it was like a Saturday morning cartoon, with &lt;a href="http://www.themakeupgallery.info/central/character/fat/small3.jpg"&gt;"Mutant teens"&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.telechimp.com/telechimp/upload/2005/10/smallville%20-%20aquaman%20-%20clark-thumb.jpg"&gt;"Clark smiles"&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.scifispace.com/assets/images/johnson2_lg.jpg"&gt;"Whitney hugs"&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://pages.cthome.net/richsworld/sv_lex_clark_talon.jpg"&gt;"Luthor helps."&lt;/a&gt; Then they must have gotten better writers, because there was an actual story in the second season.&lt;br /&gt;We watched the entire first season within a couple of days. (It was within the time that Lindsey was staying with us. She saw the whole first season and cannot wait to visit so that she may see seasons two and three as well.) We just had to have the next seasons. So, my mom ordered Seasons two and three and would let me have them if I did a job for her. I finished my little job on the day they arrived. We finished &lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B0001JXPPC.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;Season two&lt;/a&gt; and are currently watching &lt;a href="http://dvdtoile.com/JAQUETTES/20/20207.jpg"&gt;Season three&lt;/a&gt;. Bring on Seasons &lt;a href="http://home.houston.rr.com/samrussell/smallville4.jpg"&gt;four&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.cinegeek.com/images/features/superman/smallville.jpeg"&gt;five&lt;/a&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i10.ebayimg.com/06/i/08/06/8c/e7_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;(Stupid Red Kryptonite Ring)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Somebody Save Me! (Can't kick the habit, just have to have it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-9008003698735158993?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/9008003698735158993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=9008003698735158993&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/9008003698735158993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/9008003698735158993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2007/01/addicts.html' title='Addicts'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-116475139083020045</id><published>2006-12-31T23:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T22:32:09.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bizzaro Year</title><content type='html'>Well, the year is coming to an end. For today is New Year's Eve. I was just looking back on how truly weird this year has been. So many changes. And the thing is, all the changes just waited and said, you know what, i'm gonna happen in that year! Okay, well, of course there was a chain reaction for somethings, but for others they just happened on their own. For my own purposes, I'm going to make a list. I'll try to have it in chronological order, but that won't last very long. If you think of any, just comment. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~The begining of last year. The start of a new year is really bizarre. Okay, it's really not. I just couldn't think of where to start.&lt;br /&gt;~The Friday before Winter Break was canceled (okay, I know that wasn't this year, but I can't think of anything for some reason)&lt;br /&gt;~We became DDR maniacs. And then, we stopped. We haven't played for a while...&lt;br /&gt;~I went to the Vechell's house. That was weird. That house is crazy big (okay, this is totally in a random order, I'm not even trying anymore)&lt;br /&gt;~I went up to random people during the Duluth East/Hibbing Freshman choir exchange festival day thing and semi talked to them. Which is a big deal, for me.&lt;br /&gt;~Oh, I went to Prom Alt. That was pretty neato.&lt;br /&gt;~We went to the superchick concert on Jess's B-day :D I totally talked to Matt Dally.&lt;br /&gt;~I was in a crazy awesome drama where I broke a mirror from 200 yards away, with a cell phone. That's long distance brooke, but how bout the power, to move you. I'm sorry, it was more like seven feet away. But that is still pretty good for me.&lt;br /&gt;~We made an awesome snow sculpture at winter retreat. I will say no more...&lt;br /&gt;~We all found out that the Williamson's were moving.&lt;br /&gt;~The Broberg's were leaving too.&lt;br /&gt;~I didn't take piano lessons this past year.&lt;br /&gt;~My dad went back to McDonald's.&lt;br /&gt;~OH, haha, I was in a play called Just Desserts, where I had more than a couple lines. That's what made that bizzare.&lt;br /&gt;~Aaron won all of us iPods :D Li'l Penny&lt;br /&gt;~We went to District Counsil with the Broberg's.&lt;br /&gt;~Shattered Assembly was totally interviewed for the paper! That was exciting.&lt;br /&gt;~Oh, I took an art class. Photo to be more exact. That's just weird cuz that was pretty much the only class that I thought I would never take. I ended up enjoying that class very much.&lt;br /&gt;~I created and lost my fish nemo. Oh wait, there it is...&lt;br /&gt;~Shattered Assembly did a fantabulous job at the Pops Concert 06 (according to everyone the next day) That's always really exciting and really nerve racking...&lt;br /&gt;~I watched ET. I thought I would never do that. Man that thing freaked me out when I was little. (As the story goes, I wouldn't go on the ET ride with my brothers, but right after that I went on the Jaws ride.)&lt;br /&gt;~We got the best game on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;~The Boof! (I'm sorry that only about five of you get that, and only three of you were there...)&lt;br /&gt;~Cotton Candy for all!!!!&lt;br /&gt;~The new movie theater opened up! When the movie was over, none of us actually believed we were in Hibbing :D&lt;br /&gt;~Natalie and I ran the face painting booth for the choir at Mine and Pines for a bit. And I actually didn't make the childrens look hideous with my drawings.&lt;br /&gt;~Haha, we also went busking.&lt;br /&gt;~Lindsey stayed with us for a couple weeks. That was totally cool, cuz Lindsey never gets to spend that much time with us. And we weren't at each others throats by the time she left. We were actually quite heart broken when we had to part :(&lt;br /&gt;~We got sent home a day early from camp! That was so bizarre. It was the first time in camp history. Oh, and this was bizarre for us, instead of staying in lady land, we stayed at the lakeview center. I think that's what it's called anyways. We were an epidmeic :D&lt;br /&gt;~I went to Valley Fair and wasn't freaked about going on the rides. Okay, maybe just a little bit :D&lt;br /&gt;~I played guitar and sang for worship team. Like, at the same time. As I've said before, that's a big deal, for me. Especially on a song like No One Like You.&lt;br /&gt;~Of course there's getting a new Sr. pastor and Youth Pastor. Pastor Dave and Pastor Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;~There was Brooke connecting with her long lost friends. A lot of that was just trying to convince her to talk to certain people, and finding out that certain people's girlfriends aren't going to kill her with a spork.&lt;br /&gt;~I dyed my hair for no speicific reason.&lt;br /&gt;~MYC was different. We went with Pastor Ryan. We had internet. We listened to Mike's iPod. Someone tried to take a pic of me, which was kind of backwards, cuz we wanted a pic of him a couple years ago at camp. Chelsea came for a day :D&lt;br /&gt;~Oh, mike and I got hooked on LOST. We watched the first season within three days, then we did pretty much the same thing with season two. Now we can't wait for the next part of season three.&lt;br /&gt;~Shaleah is having triplets.&lt;br /&gt;~Jilb is having a little baby.&lt;br /&gt;~We went to Aaron and the Jilb's instead of hanging all day at the grandparents for Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;~Amber, Brooke, Britt, and I went to Sparta for the rest of winter break.  (We didn't have a real countdown to the new year :D  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just comment and tell me anything I missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-116475139083020045?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/116475139083020045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=116475139083020045&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/116475139083020045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/116475139083020045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/12/bizzaro-year.html' title='Bizzaro Year'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-116587382563056926</id><published>2006-12-11T15:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T15:58:54.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie Brown Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3207/753/1600/399287/DSCF1270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3207/753/320/597613/DSCF1270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so close. We almost a bought a tree this year, &lt;a href="http://images.usatoday.com/life/_photos/2005/12/15/inside-nielsens-charliebrow.jpg"&gt;but no&lt;/a&gt;. We ended up getting &lt;a href="http://www.iflipflop.com/uploaded_images/charlie%20brown%20tree-762887.JPG"&gt;another tree&lt;/a&gt; from the grandparents house. Sigh, &lt;a href="http://images.usatoday.com/life/_photos/2005/11/29/inside-holiday-specials.jpg"&gt;it's not a bad little tree&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jschumacher.typepad.com/photos/christmas_2003/xmas17.jpg"&gt;tootles! :)&lt;/a&gt; (I wish I had a little keyboard like Schroeder. He seems to always have it with him...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-116587382563056926?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/116587382563056926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=116587382563056926&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/116587382563056926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/116587382563056926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/12/charlie-brown-tree.html' title='Charlie Brown Tree'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-116483651822236305</id><published>2006-11-29T15:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T16:01:42.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, if you have sardines...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.narniafans.com/movies/images/nc_21lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.narniafans.com/movies/images/nc_21lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bewaar.net/dossiers/narnia-tumnus-lucy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I wish I could go walking through the snow with a fawn. Too bad there's no snow. Gir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-116483651822236305?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/116483651822236305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=116483651822236305&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/116483651822236305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/116483651822236305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/11/well-if-you-have-sardines.html' title='Well, if you have sardines...'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-116406232819177066</id><published>2006-11-20T16:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T17:04:56.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookies</title><content type='html'>My little cousins came over last night. Not so much cousins as little tornados of doom, but that's beside the point. We made cookies. Well, Pillsbury Doughboy made the cookies, we decorated them. Now, originally, we were gonna make turkeys, but the turkey ended up looking like a freaky cartoon person that would give little childrens nightmares. So, we just frosted them and put candy on top instead. Enjoy. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF1246.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF1246.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The attempted turkey cookie.  The candy corn is the feathers, and the two Reese's Pieces are the eyes.  We didn't have anthing for a beak, but we could've used candycorn.  But it was looking bad from the start, so we gave up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF1247.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF1247.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF1247.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF1248.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF1242.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is what I mean by scary cartoon thing.  The candycorn are the teeth.  Pretty freaky if you ask me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF1248.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF1248.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF1248.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF1248.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The other cookies didn't want anything to do with him.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF1244.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF1242.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF1242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF1242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF1244.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But come on, they excepted Crazy Joe, what was wrong with Wannabe Turkey.  I just don't know.  I guess that'll always be a mystery in life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF1244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF1244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF1244.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am the Walrus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tootles! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-116406232819177066?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/116406232819177066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=116406232819177066&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/116406232819177066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/116406232819177066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/11/cookies.html' title='Cookies'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-116293471889267443</id><published>2006-11-07T15:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T15:35:10.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Because</title><content type='html'>Okay, this was from like...a billion years ago, but I decided to post it anyways. I didn't get it on here for such a long time because I didn't have pictures. This would be a really dumb post without pictures, well, a really boring, short, unimportant one anyways.&lt;br /&gt;We had a little pequeno party on Sunday because there wasn't school on Monday. We watched Nacho Libre and Roman Holiday (with Audrey Hepburn) We had fancy little hors d' oeuvres and sparkling grape juice. It was quite a delightful evening.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RiKKC2GNhpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/sgqmQSvMMsM/s1600-h/Fancy+Feast+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053753513349056146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RiKKC2GNhpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/sgqmQSvMMsM/s320/Fancy+Feast+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The wonderful food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RiKK02GNhqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qEtqzFsf3dY/s1600-h/Fancy+Feast.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RiKK02GNhqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qEtqzFsf3dY/s1600-h/Fancy+Feast.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053754372342515362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RiKK02GNhqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qEtqzFsf3dY/s320/Fancy+Feast.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RiKK02GNhqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qEtqzFsf3dY/s1600-h/Fancy+Feast.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My beautiful mother who gets credit for the wonderful food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RiKK1WGNhrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IDWgwJfh2xs/s1600-h/Jenni+Becky+and+Friends.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RiKK1WGNhrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IDWgwJfh2xs/s1600-h/Jenni+Becky+and+Friends.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053754380932449970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RiKK1WGNhrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IDWgwJfh2xs/s320/Jenni+Becky+and+Friends.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RiKK1WGNhrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IDWgwJfh2xs/s1600-h/Jenni+Becky+and+Friends.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture is of Kari, Me, Natalie, Brooke, and my mother.  (not pictured is Mike, Andrew, and my dad) We all ate the wonderful food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tootles! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-116293471889267443?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/116293471889267443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=116293471889267443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/116293471889267443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/116293471889267443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-because.html' title='Just Because'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2LWdsho8lzc/RiKKC2GNhpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/sgqmQSvMMsM/s72-c/Fancy+Feast+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-116224603840857408</id><published>2006-10-30T15:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T16:07:19.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the end...</title><content type='html'>... of my MYC 2006 posts. Yay. I'll leave you with these final three pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/oasis%20vs%20oasis.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/joe%20kessler%20closer.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/joe%20kessler%20closer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Joe Kessler.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/oasis%20vs%20oasis.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/natalie%20cartoon.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/natalie%20cartoon.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/natalie%20cartoon.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/oasis%20vs%20oasis.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/oasis%20vs%20oasis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/oasis%20vs%20oasis.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Oasis: MYC style.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/natalie%20cartoon.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/natalie%20cartoon.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this picture was just so great that I had to show it up close :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tootles! :)&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/natalie%20cartoon.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-116224603840857408?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/116224603840857408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=116224603840857408&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/116224603840857408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/116224603840857408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-is-end.html' title='This is the end...'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-116189669140629127</id><published>2006-10-26T15:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T16:04:51.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're going to the Mall of America...</title><content type='html'>Some pics of from MOA on the way home from MYC :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF1204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/DSCF1204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://www.lifeintheoffice.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/02/nyc.png"&gt;New York pizza...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF1206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/DSCF1206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting lost at MOA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF1192.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/DSCF1192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone found at MOA (unlike last year...)&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF1211.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF1211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/DSCF1211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie finds her true inner cartoon self...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found my true inner cartoon self&lt;a href="http://ec3.images-amazon.com/images/P/0740750011.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-116189669140629127?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/116189669140629127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=116189669140629127&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/116189669140629127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/116189669140629127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/10/were-going-to-mall-of-america.html' title='We&apos;re going to the Mall of America...'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-116172286349213041</id><published>2006-10-24T15:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T16:51:58.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pics</title><content type='html'>As Promised...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF1179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/DSCF1179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's us disobeying &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF1180.jpg"&gt;the law&lt;/a&gt; according to the rules&lt;a href="http://www.tvsquad.com/media/2006/01/dwight.jpg"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF1199.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF1199.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF1199.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/DSCF1199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea and Natalie at &lt;a href="http://www.patrick-kaufhold.de/Food/dennysbg.gif"&gt;"Perkin's"&lt;/a&gt; on the last night. If you look closely you can see what I ordered hahaha. (even though I was so sick I couldn't finish it, but you didn't have to know that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF1193.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/DSCF1193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends we met a few years back at camp. They ended up staying at the same hotel as us. That was really cool :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF1196.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/DSCF1196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF1196.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I just really like this picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-116172286349213041?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/116172286349213041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=116172286349213041&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/116172286349213041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/116172286349213041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/10/more-pics.html' title='More Pics'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-116154187608947636</id><published>2006-10-22T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T21:14:08.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MYC: Sacrifice</title><content type='html'>It was a great weekend. The speaker on the first night was Reggie Dabbs, and that was so totally cool. Second service we had Wayne Northup as a speaker. The last service Allen Griffin spoke. It was awesome. Jon Reine lead worship again. We did some awesome songs. I especially liked that during the last service we sang some of the more upbeat songs again and again. It was incredible.  I also met a friend.  I'm gonna post some pics... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF1173.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF1173.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea came and suprised us all during the second service. She stayed for the rest of the day :D&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF1180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF1180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF1164.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF1180.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike, you better get off the ledge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF1164.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF1180.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF1181.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF1181.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly Amber trying to get in with a Quizno sub...&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF1172.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF1172.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late night shows are a wonderful thing&lt;a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/images/2006/08/23/imagef33c6f4a-6c5c-468e-9e90-325d3bf4d89c.jpg"&gt;...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF1188.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF1188.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF1188.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, think twice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. I might post more pics later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-116154187608947636?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/116154187608947636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=116154187608947636&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/116154187608947636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/116154187608947636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/10/myc-sacrifice.html' title='MYC: Sacrifice'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-116069485210071104</id><published>2006-10-12T17:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:15:56.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's a picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF1131.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/DSCF1131.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much going on here. Here's a random picture :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nice Brooke...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OH, and &lt;a href="http://www.tvshowsondvd.net/graphics/news3/LOST-2-fine.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tootles! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-116069485210071104?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/116069485210071104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=116069485210071104&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/116069485210071104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/116069485210071104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/10/heres-picture.html' title='Here&apos;s a picture'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-116003109770303552</id><published>2006-10-05T01:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:56:41.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's True</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Office: TMYK Jelly Beans&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/yUydgDGjmf8" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I know this is two videos in a row, but I will post something real soon. Or will I? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-116003109770303552?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/116003109770303552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=116003109770303552&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/116003109770303552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/116003109770303552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-true.html' title='It&apos;s True'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-115887298921572261</id><published>2006-09-21T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T16:15:59.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Awaited</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;THE OFFICE -- Pam &amp;amp; Jim moments&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/O6iXhXj85bk" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-115887298921572261?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/115887298921572261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=115887298921572261&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/115887298921572261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/115887298921572261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/09/long-awaited_21.html' title='Long Awaited'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-115861517209069643</id><published>2006-09-18T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T16:32:52.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Miller Time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://nico.se/blog/wp-content/thumb-prisonbreak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://nico.se/blog/wp-content/thumb-prisonbreak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Monday, you all know what that means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-115861517209069643?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/115861517209069643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=115861517209069643&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/115861517209069643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/115861517209069643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-miller-time.html' title='It&apos;s Miller Time...'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-115818243446525291</id><published>2006-09-13T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T16:20:34.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I too am a umm... nerd.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF1135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/DSCF1135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/DSCF0734.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a nerd, I'm just a different kind of nerd (that's a lie, I'm both a space and an adventure nerd).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerdom comes in many forms, but deep down inside, we are all the same&lt;a href="http://alwaysaband.blogspot.com/2006/09/ha-ha-were-still-nerds.html"&gt;...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-115818243446525291?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/115818243446525291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=115818243446525291&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/115818243446525291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/115818243446525291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-too-am-umm-nerd.html' title='I too am a umm... nerd.'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-115713120221083268</id><published>2006-09-01T11:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T12:23:34.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Morton dyed his hair...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF1127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/DSCF1127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;a href="http://www.school-house-rock.com/Pred.html"&gt;dyed&lt;/a&gt; my hair. Yay. It doesn't look all that different. It's a darker shade. Yeah. It's kind of redish blondish brownish type thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess and Mrs. Williamson came to Hibbing for a night. Brooke and I invited our selfs over and barged through their door. I'm kidding of course. Jess called Brooke a couple of days before they came. Good times. We shared our camp stories. That was different. We also watched &lt;a href="http://www.lyred.com/covers/soundtracks_-_high_school_musical_.jpg"&gt;movies&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://images.tlavideo.com/images/catalog_gaybase/203086.jpg"&gt;shows&lt;/a&gt; that would probably be looked down upon in my household (not cuz it's objectionable, because it's girly i guess you could say...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF1124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/DSCF1124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-115713120221083268?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/115713120221083268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=115713120221083268&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/115713120221083268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/115713120221083268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/09/mr-morton-dyed-his-hair.html' title='Mr. Morton dyed his hair...'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-115574873843657028</id><published>2006-08-16T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T12:21:57.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Valley Fair '06</title><content type='html'>Valley Fair day was actually last Thursday 8-10-06. Fun Fun Fun. Went on all the norm coasters &lt;a href="http://www.websters-online-dictionary.org/coreimages/digital+art/57811_5600_by_glanzerr.jpg"&gt;Wild Thing&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.coaster-net.com/pics/valleyfair/powertower7_coasterclint.jpg"&gt;Power Tower&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.coaster-net.com/pics/valleyfair/corkscrew13_coasterclint.jpg"&gt;Corkscrew&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.coastergallery.com/2000/SV3.jpg"&gt;Steel Venom&lt;/a&gt;. We went on the new ride &lt;a href="http://www.valleyfair.com/_upload/photo_galleries/construction06/thumbnails/100_0228.jpg"&gt;Extreme Swing&lt;/a&gt;. Went on the hurtful ride &lt;a href="http://www.coastergallery.com/2000/madmouse01.jpg"&gt;Mad Mouse&lt;/a&gt; which has &lt;a href="http://www.seeing-stars.com/Images/People/DudleyDoRight.jpg"&gt;wicked whiplash&lt;/a&gt;. Went on the ever scary &lt;a href="http://img.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/050114/165036__ferris_l.jpg"&gt;Ferris wheel&lt;/a&gt;. On the way home saw a dead cow, you know, the norm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF1088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/DSCF1088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Krhins came with us this year.&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;So did Corey Stolhammer (not pictured, unless you can look at the microscopic ppl in the next picture...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF1099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/DSCF1099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys on the extreme swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(On Above picture from left to right: Corey, Andrew, Matt R., little monson, Andy, other little monson, and we don't know the rest of the people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF1092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/DSCF1092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group of us on Steel Venom.&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;(In above picture from front to back- left to right: Jason, Cameron, Natalie, Me, Brooke, Mark)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pretty much sums it up. Matt H. wouldn't go on any rides, we met the oh so famous Cameron Baker, and we saw some of our dear Sparta friends :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-115574873843657028?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/115574873843657028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=115574873843657028&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/115574873843657028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/115574873843657028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/08/valley-fair-06.html' title='Valley Fair &apos;06'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-115498616658950446</id><published>2006-08-07T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T16:29:26.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST</title><content type='html'>I survived Sr. Teen 2 camp 2006, but not without a few scars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF1072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/DSCF1072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-115498616658950446?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/115498616658950446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=115498616658950446&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/115498616658950446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/115498616658950446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/08/lost.html' title='LOST'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-115394592344080954</id><published>2006-07-26T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T15:32:03.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Buddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/DSCF0923.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Lindsey has been here for this past week to visit. Yay.&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;br /&gt;She almost died. She got a spider bite on her foot. AHHHHHH!!!!! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/DSCF0895.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;And I hope that you are having a great time in Colorado Mike. gir. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/me%20and%20mike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/me%20and%20mike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Son In Law is awesomehehehehe&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;And to the rest of the blogging world.... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0907.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-115394592344080954?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/115394592344080954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=115394592344080954&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/115394592344080954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/115394592344080954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/07/buddy.html' title='Buddy'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-115302026684093252</id><published>2006-07-15T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T22:27:00.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mines or Pines?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/DSCF0883.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/DSCF0884.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/DSCF0886.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Running the face painting stand is a wonderful thing. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" height="139" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0885.jpg" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ohhhh...mines AND pines. &lt;a href="http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/2116/xdelgambiteyesnew1xf.jpg"&gt;JUBILEE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tootles! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-115302026684093252?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/115302026684093252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=115302026684093252&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/115302026684093252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/115302026684093252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/07/mines-or-pines.html' title='Mines or Pines?'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-115267421603840242</id><published>2006-07-11T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T22:16:56.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't forget about the Fish!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/DSCF0882.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks Jess.  I like the fish.   :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tootles! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-115267421603840242?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/115267421603840242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=115267421603840242&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/115267421603840242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/115267421603840242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/07/dont-forget-about-fish.html' title='Don&apos;t forget about the Fish!!!!!'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-115212153248184966</id><published>2006-07-05T12:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T17:56:43.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye to a Very Special Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/jenn%20jess%20crowning%20cropped%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/jenn%20jess%20crowning%20cropped%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/jess%20and%20jenn%20at%20camp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/jess%20and%20jenn%20at%20camp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSC00229.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSC00229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0488.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" height="190" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/DSCF0488.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0635.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/DSCF0635.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-115212153248184966?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/115212153248184966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=115212153248184966&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/115212153248184966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/115212153248184966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/07/goodbye-to-very-special-friend.html' title='Goodbye to a Very Special Friend'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-115172579471184109</id><published>2006-06-30T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T22:59:56.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://supermanfanart.com/artists/Grundfast/superman-returns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://supermanfanart.com/artists/Grundfast/superman-returns.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New...theater...ROCKS! (like dippin dots)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jam.canoe.ca/Movies/2006/06/23/routh.jpg"&gt;tootles! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-115172579471184109?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/115172579471184109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=115172579471184109&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/115172579471184109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/115172579471184109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/06/yay.html' title='YAY!'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-115103257904521771</id><published>2006-06-22T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T22:26:38.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Marki!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ktf-split.hr/~eni/goran/pokemon/slike/132.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.ktf-split.hr/~eni/goran/pokemon/slike/132.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-115103257904521771?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/115103257904521771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=115103257904521771&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/115103257904521771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/115103257904521771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-birthday-marki.html' title='Happy Birthday Marki!!!'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-115070481151114473</id><published>2006-06-19T03:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T03:25:33.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's way to early to be posting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.quizilla.com/R/rider-of-the-ridermark/1126443998_urescheese.JPG"&gt;tootles!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/users/rider-of-the-ridermark/quizzes/RANDOM!%20muhahahahhahahaha!!!!!!!"&gt;:)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-115070481151114473?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/115070481151114473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=115070481151114473&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/115070481151114473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/115070481151114473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-way-to-early-to-be-posting.html' title='It&apos;s way to early to be posting...'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-115024227181189323</id><published>2006-06-13T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T20:24:42.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The B-day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.stacksandstacks.com/image/100532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.stacksandstacks.com/image/100532.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My birthday was yesterday, if you didn't pick that up. I must say, the presents were really great and thoughtful this year. I must say the prize goes to the cotton candy maker though. That is just so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ultimate card goes to Aaron and the Jilb coming through with the &lt;a href="http://www.cardyologies.com/images/Clock-Candy-Land-full-L.jpg"&gt;candy land&lt;/a&gt; card. Thanks Grandma Nut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all the presents were great and thoughtful :D I loved all of them. I of course got clothes which were nice. I also got a guitar poster and frame for it. I did not get obsolete ipod crap like the rumor that was going around said, but I did get a saweet &lt;a href="http://i.walmart.com/i/p/00/02/58/06/80/0002580680366_500X500.jpg"&gt;ipod docking station &lt;/a&gt;(which is a stereo and a radio and alarm clock.) I also got an awesome jewelry box, oh yeah. All that was from my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a little &lt;a href="http://vip.cs.utsa.edu/classes/cs4773s2000/notes/chutesladders/chutesladderssmall.gif"&gt;party&lt;/a&gt;. It included Natalie, Brooke, Kari, and Amber. My friends were very thoughtful (and funny.) Thanks to Brooke, I am now one of the millions that owns the &lt;a href="http://www.lyred.com/covers/soundtracks_-_high_school_musical_.jpg"&gt;Highschool Musical CD&lt;/a&gt; *shudder*. Also, she gave me a jump rope, because I have decided that this year at camp I'm going to jump rope every were :D The Pearson's also were very thoughtful. They gave me a &lt;a href="http://www.peedeetoys.com.au/photos/530235-2T.jpg"&gt;toy bunny&lt;/a&gt;, since I love toys and I love bunnies. I still need a name for it though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Amber came in a very close second for the ultimate present. She gave me the Super Brandy Glass from Wal*mart. (-studder- I only had one glass -studder-) With it she gave me six &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;root&lt;/span&gt; beers. She also gave me &lt;a href="http://www.candyfavorites.com/shop/images/products/gum/1545.jpg"&gt;gum&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.candyfavorites.com/shop/images/products/pop_rocks/2182.jpg"&gt;pop rocks&lt;/a&gt; :D And she sent me some pictures *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.areyougame.com/images/items/HB4645.jpg"&gt;Go Armstrong Bud! (and the Bouncing Beatle, Emo Indian, Turquoise Turtle, and A squared)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tooltes! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-115024227181189323?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/115024227181189323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=115024227181189323&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/115024227181189323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/115024227181189323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/06/b-day.html' title='The B-day'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-115011980490898311</id><published>2006-06-12T08:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T08:56:03.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>June 12</title><content type='html'>Yay for Birthday's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any ideas for a post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-115011980490898311?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/115011980490898311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=115011980490898311&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/115011980490898311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/115011980490898311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/06/june-12.html' title='June 12'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-114961595522383686</id><published>2006-06-06T12:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T12:45:55.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Only a select few will get this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.brownsvauxhall.co.uk/images/astravan_sportive_silver_2003.jpg"&gt;The Boof&lt;/a&gt;  (not really, but close enough)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't get this, read my previous post.  There are also inside jokes there, but at least they can be explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tooltes! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-114961595522383686?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/114961595522383686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=114961595522383686&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/114961595522383686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/114961595522383686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/06/only-select-few-will-get-this.html' title='Only a select few will get this...'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-114954072389815914</id><published>2006-06-05T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T15:52:03.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School is definetly out...</title><content type='html'>10 ways I can tell that it is summer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jess said Happy Sad Day to everyone we passed by on the walk to my house.  (and made her sad day bouquet) on the last day of school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Lindsey is up.  Well, was up.  She headed back to &lt;a href="http://www.noplacelikeoz.com/oztwisterbg.jpe"&gt;Kansas&lt;/a&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  There's a really weird person flying around named &lt;a href="http://itsdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/06/last-night-small-group-of-us-made-new.html"&gt;Hugh Rather&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  &lt;a href="http://www.longhillbb.com/GAMES/girltalk.jpg"&gt;Andrew had to decide what he would do if his best friend went out with his boyfriend.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I conquered the world &lt;a href="http://www.boardgameratings.com/graphics/game_pictures/00010.jpg"&gt;bwahahahahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I didn't wake up until 11 today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Jess, Lindsey, and I played tennis with a few other people two days in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Lindsey forced me into a bike ride (and had Mike and I swing at the park which both were actually quite fun :D.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  We watched the second part of King Kong...in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Ryan started the fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times.  Oh, and you can't forget about flash light dag and little fires in your backyard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-114954072389815914?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/114954072389815914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=114954072389815914&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/114954072389815914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/114954072389815914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/06/school-is-definetly-out.html' title='School is definetly out...'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-114867702816098096</id><published>2006-05-26T15:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T22:17:32.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A fantabulous day</title><content type='html'>Theoretically, this fantabulous day started yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I'm going to start on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday night: I lead worship. But this time, we opened with No One Like You. Now, why is this important. Well, it was the first time we ever did this song. And I played guitar! Yeah, for those who don't know me, that's kind of a big deal. See, usually, I could strum out a few chords. But this time, I started the song with guitar, and I lead. So, yeah, that was a great expierience for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: My day went crappy. I was so nervous during the day. School was just boring, and there were a lot of things that i was dreading. With the end of the year coming up fast, there's a lot of final projects, among other things, due. I haven't done a lot of it. So, yeah, the school day was simply awful. Dreading and getting nervous for a lot of things. Then came after school. It was dreadfully hot outside. So, Mike, Andrew, and I were sitting in our living room dying of heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, came Aaron and the Jilb, the first thing that made the day better. We chatted with them. They, meaning Andrew, Aaron, and the Jilb, decided to go watch E.T. I went upstairs to figure out what I was wearing. I took a shower, threw an outfit together, and got all "purdy." After I was done with all that, I went downstairs to watch the movie with them. &lt;a href="http://www-analytik.chemie.uni-regensburg.de/Wolfbeis/tw/et.jpg"&gt;Ouch... &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew somewhat got ready and we headed to the school. While waiting for everyone else to arrive, I talked with someone that I haven't really talked to since first grade. It was...interesting. I got bored with that, so I went and talked to Andrew. He ran away from me. It didn't matter, because we were starting warm ups. My choir practiced the one song that we were doing. After that, a whole lot of things happened. Everyone from all the choirs started showing up, so the choir room, was in fact, sauna. So, I left. Than I saw Natalie. We talked. The "someone" asked Natalie if she needed help with the amp she was using. So, we followed that "someone" to the stage. He helped Natalie out. Than, after that, everything is just a blurr. We went down to the choir room again. Than Brooke came and thought she didn't know the chords. So I had to help her. I got back to the choir room "in time" to practice my small group song. I can't remember who exactly, but a bunch of us went up to the auditorium after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't mention what we did when "someone" walked by. hehe. So, I went to sit down in my spot with my choir. Seven o' clock just seemed like it would never get there. There was talk of jumping off of a high spot if it didn't come soon. It did. The anchor choir got up there. We sang. Lonesome road girls danced backstage during Barbara Ann. Lonesome road girls got confused when we should go on. So I said, let's just go. So, we did. It was fine. We sang. It was the best we've ever done that song. Woohoo. We sit down. Then, I start freaking out. The songs were good this year. Than came to the Folk song section. That was the section right before Intermission. Intermission was when &lt;a href="http://shatteredassembly.blogspot.com"&gt;Shattered Assembly&lt;/a&gt; plays. I had many fears. They were all calmed down when we got back stage. No one was moving the piano, and the boomstand was right next to it. phew. Jess and I jumped around a lot. We prayed. We always pray before we do anything. We went and waited for UUBA (I think that's what it was called) to finish. We talked with the people backstage. That's usually the most fun we have. UUBA finsihed there song, Jess and I jumped some more. (s'more) Than, it was &lt;a href="http://www.freenyc.net/archives/theincredibles.jpg"&gt;show time&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out there. It felt pretty good to actually be doing something again. This moment that I was so nervous for was finally here. And it felt great. We went out there. &lt;a href="http://www.brewerfan.net/images/other/technicaldifficulties.jpg"&gt;Technical difficulties&lt;/a&gt;, of course. That is quite alright. It was during intermission, so people were outside getting refreshments and other things. Jess and I tired to entertain while they got the bass ready. That was fun, well, at least for me. Finally, we start the song. It was awesome. It felt so great. We did a clapping thing when all the instruments came in. We hadn't practiced that during school practices, but we did clap at the youth group. I'm glad we did. It just gave it that extra push. I looked over at Mrs. Stoddard sometimes. She had the biggest smile, and she was clappin right along. That was really nice. We finished. People cheered. We umm...did a bobbing bow, where everyone bowed at a different time (not on purpose) And we ran off. Everyone backstage said we did real well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie asked me to go to the other side of the stage with her. I kind of got separtated from the other girls, and I didn't want them to wonder where I went. So, I caught up with them. Told them where I was going. Then I went to the other side of the stage. I found Natalie and Chelsea in one of the dressing rooms. They were practicing Kiss Me. Chelsea had to leave for the Senior thing. So I stayed with Natalie backstage. We talked with Mrs. Berg. That was fun too. haha. Then I went back down and sat with Brooke and Jess. We listened to the songs. We cheered loud for pretty much every song. Especially the Sister Act song. The concert ended with an awesome West Side Story medley. We all met out in the hall, as always. We waited around for Jess to appear. In the mean time, we saw Mr. Zieske and he told us that we did a good job. Brooke couldn't believe it. Then Jess and Britt appeared, and we took our band picture. Then we walked home. Andrew and I found that dad put in the air conditioner :D We watched some tv shows. Then I went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally today. I woke up, the sun was shining. I didn't want to get up, then I realized it was the last Friday of school. I got up. My dad told me that Shattered Assembly could do the "offering" song at church, then back up Abby as the worship team. He said that he would talk it over with Abby today. I never got a chance to tell Jess, or Brit.....or natalie. In other words, I just told Brooke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to first hour. There was Rachel with the biggest smile on her face. She said that it had worked out, me and her are going to be in Concert choir next year. I guess you need to know the whole story. If you want to, you can read it at the bottom of the post. For right now, it's just important because that was one of the things that made today a fantabulous day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got to the dreaded second hour. I have photography that hour. The dark room hates me, so it means i never get my projects done. I had four more major projects to do. It's not like I had any "minor" projects, it's just that, everything we have to do is a major project. So, I decided that I would do dark room stuff. Usually I would do the things you have to do in the classroom, but then I figured, I could always come in during lunch to do that stuff. I headed back to the dreaded dark room. It was nice to me. I accomplised two of my four major projects. One was a negative sandwich (you make a 8x10 picture out of two negatives) and one enlargment (8x10 picture). You're usually lucky if you can get one done, let alone two. So, yeah, I'm pretty pumped about that. I got some complements about the pops concert in the dark room too. So it isn't entirely a bad place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next hour I have Honors English. I really like that class. Ms. B. seems to like us better than the regular english class. That makes me happy. We did our trivia (she asks us a trivia question each day) we wrote in our journals, and then we did grammar. I didn't get any wrong on the assignment. Big woop. That was sarcasm. If you didn't catch on. We haven't done grammar with Ms. B. yet. I think I like her teaching better than anyone else's. Yeah, so we got a grammar assignment that's not bad at all. Than we watched &lt;a href="http://www.alyon.org/generale/theatre/cinema/affiches_cinema/m/mot-mys/much_ado_about_nothing.jpg"&gt;Much Ado About Nothing&lt;/a&gt;. I'm really enjoying that movie. It was an all together great day in English today. (it usually is, but today was really nice).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch. We had &lt;a href="http://www.kathysfastfoodtoys.com/images/DMNO_87_Noids.jpg"&gt;domino's pizza&lt;/a&gt; like we do every Monday and Friday. But today is the last day that we get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spanish is my next hour. We had our final. Wasn't that difficult. I didn't know some things, so I somewhat logically guessed. I looked the words up when I was done. I got them right. &lt;a href="http://z.about.com/d/homevideo/1/0/2/G/PeggyAndBobbySmall.jpg"&gt;OH yeah!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In science, Mr. Erickson gives us a piece of paper that we can fill up with notes. We can use the paper on the final. I finished writing my notes today. I'm feeling so relaxed today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir was fun. We sang some of my favorite songs from yesterday. Including the one that Andrew and Tony sang. And we sang one of my favorite Kelly Clarkson songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we are on the subject of choir, let me get back to the Concert choir issue. It's not like we're special in a "choir" way. It was because our schedules wouldn't allow all of our classes. Rachel and I are in the honors math "program." There's only one honors math class. The class just happened to be at the same time as Bluejacket choir. That is the all girl choir that Rachel and I were supposed to be in. Well, Mrs. Miller called us down to her office. (She's been talking to me more through Rachel though. I've only been to her office once. ) She told us what was going on. It didn't look as though Rachel and I could join Concert choir. She said she would see how many of us this affected, and then she would talk to Mrs. Stoddard about it. So, it turned out that it was only the two of us. So, Mrs. Stoddard said we could join Concert choir. That is a big deal to me. I've been wanting to be in Concert choir with Andrew for two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing to note, in every single class someone was telling me how good we did. It never got old :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all in all, everything turned out fine. Now, I must say. That everything that turned out just right I have prayed about. I have been constantly praying. I pray about every day while I'm walking to school. That is my quiet time. Today, I prayed about being in Concert choir. Today, I prayed while I was developing my pictures. When I first turned them over, they were very light and underexposed. As I was developing, I prayed. I closed my eyes and prayed. When I opened them, they were just the right shade. Of course, we prayed before our performance last night. But I have been prayed constantly. And all my fears have been diminished. Everything has turned for the better. It's not like I haven't prayed before, and it's not like I'm going to stop praying, it's just that, in these past two days, so many of my prayers have been answered. And that is what made today a fantabulous day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-114867702816098096?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/114867702816098096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=114867702816098096&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/114867702816098096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/114867702816098096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/05/fantabulous-day.html' title='A fantabulous day'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-114702698132255490</id><published>2006-05-07T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T17:29:38.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To be in preschool again...</title><content type='html'>I helped out in the preschool last week. You get to make the coolest things. I miss being &lt;a href="http://fp.buy.com/db_assets/prod_images/374/30194374.jpg"&gt;little&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0674.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just an ordinary piece of paper...&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0673.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some stickers. Right?&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0682.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong!&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bfi.org.uk/features/ultimatefilm/chart/images/185/84_bugs_life.jpg"&gt;It is infact a fish&lt;/a&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEMO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got my ipod nano on Thursday. It's totally sweet. I have a bunch of CD's that I want one or two songs off of. So I load the whole CD and just be happy that I have the whole CD on itunes lol. It's named Li'l Penny. Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0686.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thepostcard.com/walt/show/bea200.gif"&gt;Happy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.fab4art.com/images/ringotoon.gif"&gt;B-day&lt;/a&gt; Kari!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-114702698132255490?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/114702698132255490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=114702698132255490&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/114702698132255490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/114702698132255490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/05/to-be-in-preschool-again.html' title='To be in preschool again...'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-114618170095154269</id><published>2006-04-27T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T13:55:50.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom alt (among other things)</title><content type='html'>I had a very eventful weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Shattered Assembly was interviewed for the paper! Fun, fun, fun! Keep a look out for the paper in May. It'll be out some time before the Pop's concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/shattered%20a%20by%20pot%20#3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/shattered%20a%20by%20pot%20%233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Prom Alternative 2006 (Hollywood!) ! Yes, yes indeed. Tons o' fun. I don't like writing, so I'll just put pictures up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/shattered%20assembly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/shattered%20assembly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shattered Assembly.&lt;br /&gt;woohoo!&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0584.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole group outdoors.&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0583.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0583.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture inside.&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0586.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0586.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rev girlies.&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0588.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0588.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber Shain, amber shain!&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0591.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0591.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0591.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of the Williamson's and Reini's. I won't quote Brittany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0593.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of towners...(minus Nick)&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0594.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was a nice pic of Matt and Jess.&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0595.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of us. I don't have the "real" one on this computer.&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0597.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike...is...weird.&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0598.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a nice picture of Andrew and Natalie.&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric and Jess on the bus.&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0606.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie and I getting ready to bowl. Love the socks Nat :D&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0612.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary and Natalie :D&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0615.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spin Jones anybody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0618.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our very own Uncle Rico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0617.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quicker on the draw Brooke. Bwahaha.&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what movie tha tis? (haha, tis.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike has gone off the deep end...&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0633.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0633.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian with his beautiful date Brittany. (Hey look, a tv)&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0634.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0634.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mark with his. Sorry, that was mean, rude, and uncalled for. (hey look, a tv)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0635.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0635.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess and me. This was the hundredth time we tried to take this picture :D&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0636.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Britt. (hey look, a tv.)&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0638.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0638.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happenin room...&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0639.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0639.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things got kind of out of control...&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0639.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they knocked Andrew out.&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They deny it though.&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0665.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Super Nanny, get those kids into shape!&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0659.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt is the number one bowler?&lt;br /&gt;What is this world coming to?&lt;br /&gt;An end?&lt;br /&gt;Yah, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, he was on my team...yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0669.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who would you like to thank for that award?&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0666.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0666.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All hail the over lord! (but where is his queen)&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0667.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, he found her :D&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0664.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber handing out pics at the end of the night :D, and umm...luke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0647.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLLYWOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: (Well in the wee hours of the morning, I got home from Prom Alt.) Mike, Andrew, and I put in Mr. Deeds. I fell asleep. Four hours later I woke up and went to church. I was actually wide awake. After church, we left for the cities. We had to go to District Council. It's in the Cities. The AG pastors in MN get together and talk. Then on the last night, they have a liscencing/ordination service. Well, actually, Andrew and I weren't apart of that. (Though we did go to the serivce, and for those who care *cough* Jess, Brooke, Syd, and Kari *cough* I saw Kelsey, Jonas, and Kyle (the girlies know which Kyle I'm talking about. I don't know if the rest of you do...) ) We sat at the hotel. We &lt;a href="http://www.alexadams.net/Images/logo-discovery-channel.gif"&gt;discovered&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0679891404.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;shows&lt;/a&gt; that we can't watch on our three little stations we get at home. There was a lot of eating, sleeping, and &lt;a href="http://www.vegalleries.com/cartoonnetwork/Fonsters01.jpg"&gt;watching TV&lt;/a&gt;. That's my idea of a good vacation. On the way &lt;a href="http://blogs.setonhill.edu/SarahRosenberg/there_and_back_again.gif"&gt;There and Back Again&lt;/a&gt; we listened to &lt;a href="http://g-images.amazon.com/images/G/01/ciu/b8/ac/8ae54310fca02ade3b025010._AA240_.L.jpg"&gt;Narnia&lt;/a&gt;. (Thanks to the Langner's and somewhat Mike) The way there we listened to &lt;a href="http://addons.books.com.tw/G/001/0/0010317120.jpg"&gt;The Horse and His Boy&lt;/a&gt;. On the way back we listened to &lt;a href="http://addons.books.com.tw/G/001/8/0010317118.jpg"&gt;The Voyage of the Dawn Treader&lt;/a&gt;. We dropped off and picked up Gina from Doggie &lt;a href="http://nico.se/blog/wp-content/prisonbreak.jpg"&gt;Prison&lt;/a&gt;. Then we got home. (This was Wednesday) We were all pretty tired, so we didn't go to church. We watched &lt;a href="http://www.fantasfilm.com/image/Scan10389.jpg"&gt;Yellow Submarine&lt;/a&gt; while doing our homework. Weird. Then we watched &lt;a href="http://disney.wretch.cc/mvdata/data/Kidnapped.jpg"&gt;Kidnapped&lt;/a&gt;...woohoo! &lt;a href="http://blog.narnia.ch/fr/images/stories/06_01/2-william.jpg"&gt;This one's for Brooke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-114618170095154269?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/114618170095154269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=114618170095154269&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/114618170095154269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/114618170095154269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/04/prom-alt-among-other-things.html' title='Prom alt (among other things)'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-114528900786032198</id><published>2006-04-17T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T21:12:41.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Film Fest '06 (and the rest of my Easter Break)</title><content type='html'>So, everyone knows. &lt;a href="http://reinman.blogspot.com/2006/04/2-films-2nite-and-now-my-fingers-are.html"&gt;Aaron won the film fest&lt;/a&gt;. Our &lt;a href="http://alwaysaband.blogspot.com/2006/04/colonels-blog-supplemental.html"&gt;family&lt;/a&gt; was showered with ipods. I didn't do anything, and I still got one. Now pretty much every one in our family has one (my parents are sharing one.) So that's pretty neato. Here, I'll post some pictures that you've already seen a million times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/959/543/320/rupert%20and%20boats.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/959/543/320/rupert%20and%20boats.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The film that won was Prelude, starring Aaron and Rupert.&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://img527.imageshack.us/img527/4056/WinningTicket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img527.imageshack.us/img527/4056/WinningTicket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron and the Jilb after Prelude was announced the winner. Jilb was in it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img527.imageshack.us/img527/3382/AtPerkins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img527.imageshack.us/img527/3382/AtPerkins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are for a little celebration dessert. Andrew...died somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That all took place on Wednesday, our first day off for Easter break. That morining, we went to Dairy Queen with Jason and paid in all change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.garrettsvillehiramarea.com/members/DQ/blizzard_twix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.garrettsvillehiramarea.com/members/DQ/blizzard_twix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, I think we watched the Incredibles. I can't remember anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img96.imageshack.us/img96/6866/incredibles3nj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img96.imageshack.us/img96/6866/incredibles3nj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday was the Good Friday Service. That morning, we went to the Coffee house to check out the &lt;a href="http://rustproofonline.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-here.html"&gt;new cappucino maker&lt;/a&gt;. Then we headed to Caribou, Walmart, and JCPenny (not necessarily in that order.) Everyone that was supposed to be on the worship team wasn't avaliable. So it ended up being my dad, Brooke, J.W., and me. I played the keys and sang. That was weird. After the service, my family went to the coffee house. Originally, I think was supposed to be so that they wouldn't have to run me and Andrew home. My mom drove Andrew home anyways, but then they came back. It was a blast. Being at &lt;a href="http://rustproofonline.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rustproof&lt;/a&gt; always is. I ran the counter for a little while. I chatted it up with Brooke, Ryan, Mike, Sara, and whoever seemed to be passing by. Then Brooke, Sara, Ryan, and I went to play foosball. After we got tired of that we headed downstairs for some karaoke. Then I had to go home. It was around midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://image.mapmuse.com/images/all/logo_CARIBOU.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://image.mapmuse.com/images/all/logo_CARIBOU.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.matfactoryinc.com/images/sample_mats_files/M3_JC_Penny_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.matfactoryinc.com/images/sample_mats_files/M3_JC_Penny_logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.katu.com/news/images/stock2005/walmart_logo_plain_210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.katu.com/news/images/stock2005/walmart_logo_plain_210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I woke up to find Aaron and the Jilb. We ordered pizza and watched Pride and Prejudice. Then they left to go somewhere. I can't remember what I did for the rest of the day. Probably something boring. Oh wait, I think I talked to Brooke. Oh, we watched Cinderella Man. It's a good movie.  (Happy B-day Syd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/pride%20and%20prejudice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/pride%20and%20prejudice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cosmopolis.ch/images/film/cinderella_man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.cosmopolis.ch/images/film/cinderella_man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;Then Sunday, of course, was Easter. We woke up especially early, because it was also Mike's Birthday. He opened all his presents (which were a bunch of stuff for his ipod) then we looked for our Easter baskets. I found mine in two seconds. I got an awesome coloring book and socks w00t w00t, and of course mountains and mountains of candy goodness. Then my mom and I went back to sleep while the boys went to the church. They all had to do something. My dad and Mike were on worship team, and andrew was running the projector. We took thirty to forty five minute nap, and got ready to go. We went to coffee groups. Then we went to the service. My dad had a great message. Then we went home and went to the Grandparents house. We stayed there for a while. Then we went home (Aaron and Jilb had returned) and hung out with them for a little bit. Then Mike, Jilb, and I went to Family Video. While we were looking for a movie, we came across &lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00005JM9N.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. We couldn't just pass it up. We decided to scare everybody back home and rent it. We also got Raising Helen for when we were sick of the joke. Everything went as planned. They were all starring at us like we were insane. It was wonderful. Then about five minutes in, we finally caved. We couldn't take much more. We put in Raising Helen. Aaron said when we put it in, "Raising Helen seems like Citizan Cane after watching that." (Okay, so that was not an exact quote, yesterday was a long time ago, I can't remember that far.) John Corbett and BZ are our heros. We even made the eggs. We had fried ice cream. They played Scene it. Then we (everyone except the parents) suffered through &lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00005JM9N.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;the movie&lt;/a&gt;. Then I went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abcteach.com/easter/images/hehasr2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.abcteach.com/easter/images/hehasr2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;Today I woke up. Aaron and Jilb had left. Now I'm posting. Now we're watching previews for crappy sequels. Try to guess what movie I'm watching (I gave you a hint what studio made the movie by "previews for crappy sequels".)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.vbz.net/titles/lb/lb-11884.frt.th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" height="142" alt="" src="http://img.vbz.net/titles/lb/lb-11884.frt.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-114528900786032198?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/114528900786032198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=114528900786032198&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/114528900786032198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/114528900786032198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/04/film-fest-06-and-rest-of-my-easter.html' title='Film Fest &apos;06 (and the rest of my Easter Break)'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-114453244367663840</id><published>2006-04-08T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T16:43:54.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He has a point you know.</title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://reinman.blogspot.com/2006/03/lets-make-some-memories.html"&gt;college boy/director&lt;/a&gt; was right. We do things just so we can blog about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My running gag: toy hungry (or &lt;a href="http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-problem.html"&gt;toy starving&lt;/a&gt;, which ever one you prefer).  My parents and I went to Duluth today. I got a lot of teenage stuff. You know, I got a new shirt (inspiration: it looks like one of Mike's. I like getting things that look like his just to annoy him.) I got a dress and accessories for Prom Alt: Hollywood Nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0505.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I also got this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/DSCF0499.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;The Increda-ball. It's so magnificant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/DSCF0498.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;I'll add it to the rest... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/DSCF0497.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-114453244367663840?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/114453244367663840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=114453244367663840&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/114453244367663840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/114453244367663840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/04/he-has-point-you-know.html' title='He has a point you know.'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-114377825861382859</id><published>2006-03-29T15:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T15:54:03.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B-day</title><content type='html'>(set to the tune of Happy Birthday, only sang in five different keys at the same time and always flat)&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday dear Andew&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Andew is not a miss spelling. You can even replace it with Doogie if you want. Happy Biddaday Andew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/Doogie%20Choir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/Doogie%20Choir.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, the above song was definetly not sung by the HHS choir. That's just my family being stupid. If the HHS choir was seriously going to sing that song, it wouldn't be in five different keys, it would be five different parts in perfect harmony. I just thought i would put a couple of pics of Andrew up, if that's aight with you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a singing guy, mostly Beatles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/Reading%20at%20Grandma"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/Reading%20at%20Grandma"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/Reading%20at%20Grandma%27s%20III.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the second one, for those you cannot tell (I can't see how you can't tell) He finds things quite funny. His laugh rings through floor boards when Aaron is around. At the moment we're laughing at something that Mike is doing (or reading or observing) That's not the point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/Then%20there%20were%20two%20B.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/Then%20there%20were%20two%20B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/Then%20there%20were%20two%20B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/Then%20there%20were%20two%20B.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our parents like to torture us..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/Jenni%20Doogie%20DDR%20Rustproof%20II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/Jenni%20Doogie%20DDR%20Rustproof%20II.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/Doogie%20in%20Futon%20Nov%2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew is a dance maniac! (I know this post is about him, but I look really weird in that picture. I'm just saying that because the picture (light image) is mostly focused on me. So yeah.) He's serious about dancing, as you can see by the bb2 shirt and the sweats...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/Doogie%20in%20Futon%20Nov%2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/Doogie%20in%20Futon%20Nov%2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/Doogie%20in%20Futon%20Nov%2004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a working person. He's also a gamer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/Doogie%20in%20Futon%20Nov%2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/Doogie%20Prom%20Alt%2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/Doogie%20Prom%20Alt%2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/Doogie%20Prom%20Alt%2005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my high class brother. That's the other side you don't see from him. He's not all suits and champagne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Andrew does not drink champagne, that is only sparkling water&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy B-day Doogie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-114377825861382859?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/114377825861382859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=114377825861382859&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/114377825861382859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/114377825861382859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-b-day.html' title='Happy B-day'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-114363872247941787</id><published>2006-03-29T07:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T15:25:01.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I dreamt of falling gorillas last night...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.pinktink3.250x.com/hmm/fred_files/image021.gif"&gt;tootles&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/ryokosha/Film%20TV/KingKong-NaomiWatts_klein.gif"&gt;!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.tvguide.com/NR/rdonlyres/B1F42AB2-3A94-43E8-A9FA-66DA1B3DF953/8163/060327insider4.jpg"&gt;:)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-114363872247941787?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/114363872247941787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=114363872247941787&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/114363872247941787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/114363872247941787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-dreamt-of-falling-gorillas-last.html' title='I dreamt of falling gorillas last night...'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-114358155304419209</id><published>2006-03-28T15:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T15:32:33.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Desserts</title><content type='html'>For the past few weeks Chelsea, Pope, Brooke, Natalie, and I were practicing for the play Just Desserts. It was for a Dinner theature that was held on Saturday night. It was fun, but I'm glad it's over. :D If you want pictures go here&lt;a href="http://shainerzblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/as-youve-requested.html"&gt;...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to say thank you to everyone else who made it possible. The cooks (definelty) the servers, and Mike (for hair and clues) Amber (for clues) and Dave for the umm...light stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.northernlightsplayhouse.com/JUST%20DESSERTS.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.northernlightsplayhouse.com/JUST%20DESSERTS.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :) &lt;a href="http://www.northernlightsplayhouse.com/JUST%20DESSERTS.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-114358155304419209?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/114358155304419209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=114358155304419209&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/114358155304419209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/114358155304419209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-desserts.html' title='Just Desserts'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-114298272113218166</id><published>2006-03-21T16:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T18:55:31.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some questions</title><content type='html'>How do you put a &lt;a href="http://www.rctm.com/uploads/multimedia/multimedia_63909_1034878164010.jpg"&gt;Giraffe in a refrigerator&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you put an &lt;a href="http://www.jrj-socrates.com/Cartoon%20Pics/Comics/Farside/Elephant_300.gif"&gt;Elephant&lt;/a&gt; in a &lt;a href="http://www.cookathomeappliances.com/danby/DAR482BL-CC.jpg"&gt;refrigerator&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a &lt;a href="http://lov-e.com/graphics/pride_rock1.jpg"&gt;big gathering of animals&lt;/a&gt;. All the animals in the &lt;a href="http://www.mousepal.com/ParkPics/Animal%20Kingdom%20entrance.jpg"&gt;animal kingdom&lt;/a&gt; are supposed to attend. Which one doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a river that has alligators and &lt;a href="http://commanderbond.net/resources/sections/news/images/2634_awards/lald_wings.jpg"&gt;crocodiles&lt;/a&gt; living there. How do you get across?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-114298272113218166?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/114298272113218166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=114298272113218166&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/114298272113218166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/114298272113218166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/03/some-questions.html' title='Some questions'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-114264290702579613</id><published>2006-03-17T17:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T10:18:49.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0488.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0488.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changes are hard. They can be exciting. Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different subject, I got &lt;a href="http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-problem.html"&gt;toy starving&lt;/a&gt; the other day. So, I got toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0494.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0494.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0491.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was funny. There was this lady who mistook me for a college student, and right after I was done talking to her, I went over to the toy section and picked up the blond with pink highlights and went over and talked to my mom about getting it. I know, I'm weird, but I always wanted another doll to go with the brown haired one. I know, I'm weird. I just thought I'd say that again. I just get toy starving sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to keep going with the random picture thing. That was fun. I like looking at pictures on blogs and clicking on links on people's blogs. It's a lot more fun that way. I would think that you all, I refuse to make the overdone joke of two readers (even though that seems to be all I have), would rather click on things and look at pictures instead of reading my ramblings. Like I'm doing now. Dang it. OH well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of us (Brittany, Jess, Sydney, Brock, Brooke, Amber, Nick, Mark, Liz, and I) went bowling. Here are some pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0483.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's a pic of (going clock wise around the table) Brock, Nick, Jess and Britt.&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0474.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amber and Britt :D&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0484.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mark&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0485.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0485.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha, Jess, Amber, Britt, and Syd. Brooke is behind Amber.&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0475.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Liz and Brooke.&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0487.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0487.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brooke and I look nice, but Nick is weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0487.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-114264290702579613?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/114264290702579613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=114264290702579613&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/114264290702579613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/114264290702579613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/03/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-114256017327651775</id><published>2006-03-16T19:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T19:49:33.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WR06: Driven Day 3</title><content type='html'>ah...The Final Day. Nothing much to say about the final day. So I won't delay. Here are some pictures that i might have something to say (something about...) &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0447.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0447.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my brother Mike and I after loading our crap into the van. We noticed that we were both wearing some stuff we got from AEO, so we thought we'd take a picture.&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While the girls and I were cleaning up the room, I thought I would take a picture of our door. We stayed in room 9...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0454.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0445.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I guess it rocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0455.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0450.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went outside for one last look at calvin and hobbes. I guess the snow got to them.&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0454.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess someone really didn't like the snowman. So they dismantled him and scattered him around. It was a very grotesque sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0451.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I decided to look away from the snowman and saw that next to the grotesque sight was a very beautiful one. So I took a picture.&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at service they announced the broom ball champions (us) and the dodgeball and snow sculpture champions (that really was us...) Here's a picture of the broomball team. The thing that we "officially" won. All the rest we did too, but they wanted the other churches to have some sort of gratification for even paricipating. They all couldn't bare to watch Hibbing take all three divisions (even though we did) Intense cometition, more-intense competition (you can pick which one is dodgeball and which one is broomball) and the artistic division.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a picture of the dodgeball team from Hibbing.  Not at all a good picture.  And no, the girl in the white hoodie wasn't on the dodgeball team.  I don't even know who she is.  curses.&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;All in all it was a great time, and God really moved in a lot of people.  And Hibbing really did win all the contests.  We're just greedy that way.  But honestly, ask anybody, we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-114256017327651775?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/114256017327651775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=114256017327651775&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/114256017327651775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/114256017327651775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/03/wr06-driven-day-3.html' title='WR06: Driven Day 3'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-114194091894630439</id><published>2006-03-09T15:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T20:21:46.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WR06: Driven Day 2-3</title><content type='html'>Okay, the reason it's 2-3 is because I'm not sure exactly when I took some of the pictures. So all these pictures were taken between March 4 at around 11 pm and March 5 around 2 am. I just wanted to clear that up. That time is a good time.&lt;br /&gt;It's a time to be weird.&lt;br /&gt;-Jenn (me)&lt;br /&gt;Here's what you do on the last night of WR at around 11 to 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I take weird pictures of things.&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0399.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0399.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike does hair...&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0399.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0407.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and takes my camera to see the next picture, and then takes a picture of me walking over to him wanting it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0404.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0404.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0407.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0407.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the picture that I took that Mike wanted to see. I almost died of laughter when I saw this. Everyone was just sitting there having a nice little conversation, and then, out of no where, Brooke and I burst out laughing really loud. Everyone stared. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0411.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0411.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Than after I get the camera back, I take another picture of "the metal man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0404.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0407.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0412.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0412.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I took a picture of Mike's feet. (see the pictures are getting weirder)&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;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0414.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Then I took a picture of mine and brooke's feet...&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0415.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0415.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I got bored of taking pictures of feet, so I took a picture of steph h.&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0404.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0419.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0419.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back to the feet (PA's this time)&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0420.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0420.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahhh, nothing like a caffeine free Diet coke...&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time to take a picture of the fire...&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0426.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taking pictures of people at tables (some of the people I don't even know)&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then taking pictures of people at tables that I do know (just to annoy)&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0430.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At Pastor Aaron's request... The Metal Man&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, I have a feeling that that sword is gonna stab someone in the head... (notice, another picture of The Metal Man)&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mike and I were going through piano withdrawal. Then came that special moment when no one was in the sanctuary so we ran as fast as we could before one of those guitar players could get there. Brooke came along too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0434.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I decided to take a picture of the chapel, even though no one was there. I thought it was interesting since I'm usually not in there when no one else is.&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally we got to our room. We stayed up at least another hour when we got there. There's Natalie being cute :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0437.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0437.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls...trying to hide...&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steph H. is such a graceful photographee (as in she doesn't hide when someone wants a pictures.) I have no idea what Brittany is doing...&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And there's Chelsea.&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;tootles :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0404.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and here's the picture of Phil Zarns.  I can't remember what he's looking at.  I just know that it's around the time that Chris was telling him about not wanting to go on the plane to Thailand.  Yeah, haha, you guys had to wait for a picture that wasn't that great in the first place :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-114194091894630439?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/114194091894630439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=114194091894630439&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/114194091894630439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/114194091894630439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/03/wr06-driven-day-2-3.html' title='WR06: Driven Day 2-3'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-114187446424488214</id><published>2006-03-08T15:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T21:21:04.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WR06: Driven Day 2 (the service)</title><content type='html'>Yeah. It was kind of psycho after the service. I'm going to put some pics of the service now. There's not that many though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/as%20worship%20team.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" height="122" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/as%20worship%20team.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the worship team. They're from Hermantown. The worship leader was Amos. He did a spectacular job. I really liked on the last night when it was just him singing and playing the piano. It was so calm. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/as%20brooke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="126" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/as%20brooke.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Brooke. Nuff said. "We used to be like this, now we're like this..."&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/as%20guys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="128" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/as%20guys.jpg" width="171" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's some of the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/as%20Pastor%20Aaron.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/as%20kari%20and%20natalie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="133" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/as%20kari%20and%20natalie.jpg" width="171" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the Pearson sistas Kari and Natalie :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/as%20kari%20and%20natalie.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/as%20Pastor%20Aaron.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/as%20Pastor%20Aaron.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/as%20Pastor%20Aaron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" height="116" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/as%20Pastor%20Aaron.jpg" width="172" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Pastor Aaron, doing what he does...&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/as%20Mike.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" height="119" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/as%20Mike.0.jpg" width="172" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Mike just, umm...standing there.&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/as%20Nate%20and%20Mark%20.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" height="118" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/as%20Nate%20and%20Mark%20.0.jpg" width="176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Nate and Mark.  "I shot the sheriff, but I didn't shoot the depu...............................................................................teeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, those who read mine and Brooke's blogs are so confused right now.  It's a great feeling :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I lied again.  Phil Zarns on the next post...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-114187446424488214?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/114187446424488214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=114187446424488214&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/114187446424488214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/114187446424488214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/03/wr06-driven-day-2-service.html' title='WR06: Driven Day 2 (the service)'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-114169516921943820</id><published>2006-03-06T18:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T21:39:53.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WR06: Driven Day 2</title><content type='html'>Much more happened on this day. The guys won the broomball and dodgeball tournament oh yeah! The services were awesome. Actually, one of the services was spliting up into small groups. You could got to two. We went to the Revolution one first. Then we went to one that was about relationships. That one was funny :D Then, Mike, Brooke, Kari, Natalie, and I made a snow sculpture. Then there was service. Awesome, funny, powerful, and calm all at once. It was cool. Then there was the stuff after service. That will be a different post... As always, you'd have to be there. But here are some pictures to give you an idea... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/chs%20pointing%20above.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" height="131" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/chs%20pointing%20above.jpg" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/chs%20shoulder%20view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" height="129" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/chs%20shoulder%20view.jpg" width="177" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/chs%20sm%20face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" height="133" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/chs%20sm%20face.jpg" width="181" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/chs%20pointing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" height="138" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/chs%20pointing.jpg" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/8%20chs%20front.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" height="130" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/8%20chs%20front.0.jpg" width="181" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/10%20chs%20side%20ways.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" height="130" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/10%20chs%20side%20ways.2.jpg" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/chs%20sm%20face.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/chs%20behind%20tree.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" height="101" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/chs%20behind%20tree.3.jpg" width="158" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/chs%20calvin.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" height="107" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/chs%20calvin.4.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/chs%20hobbes.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" height="126" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/chs%20hobbes.4.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/chs%20name%20with%20view.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/chs%20name%20with%20view.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I think this goes without saying, but if you can't see the picture very well, just click on it and you'll get the full sized image :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I lied. The better picture of Phil Zarns (the speaker) will be next post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-114169516921943820?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/114169516921943820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=114169516921943820&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/114169516921943820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/114169516921943820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/03/wr06-driven-day-2.html' title='WR06: Driven Day 2'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-114159598332777728</id><published>2006-03-05T15:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T16:59:49.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WR06: Driven Day 1</title><content type='html'>Yet again, another year has passed by. But this time, I have a digital camera. So I won't bore you with any long paragraphs. I'll let the pictures write them for me. I'll, of course, have a little tiny pequeno paragraph under the pictures. So, here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" height="119" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0359.jpg" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0380.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brooke is already to go, that is one freaky pillow. j/k :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0364.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0381.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0380.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0379.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0381.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0379.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0364.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0381.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0381.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0381.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0381.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0364.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0364.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0380.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0379.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0381.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" height="120" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/DSCF0364.jpg" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, I thought that was pretty.  It was on the first night there.  I think that was right before the orientation that our youth group pretty much has memorized by now.  "If you see other people's garbage, it is okay to pick it up and throw it away."  -gasp-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's it for day one. Yeah, not much to say. Oh except that our speaker was Brooke and my hero at camp three years ago. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/as%20Phil%20Zarns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="190" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/as%20Phil%20Zarns.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's not really a clear photo.  There'll be a better one next post.  (Notice I didn't say tomorrow, but you never know...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tootles! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-114159598332777728?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/114159598332777728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=114159598332777728&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/114159598332777728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/114159598332777728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/03/wr06-driven-day-1.html' title='WR06: Driven Day 1'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-114020907827752525</id><published>2006-02-17T14:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T14:44:38.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That's seven years bad luck for me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/DSCF0312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0310.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/DSCF0310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-114020907827752525?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/114020907827752525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=114020907827752525&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/114020907827752525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/114020907827752525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/02/thats-seven-years-bad-luck-for-me.html' title='That&apos;s seven years bad luck for me...'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-113927922068152992</id><published>2006-02-06T19:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T16:43:14.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Concert</title><content type='html'>The title says it all. KJ-52 was great. Superchic[k] rocked. The other bands were all right, but they couldn't compare to those two. They rocked the place. So, here's some pics....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/KJ%20Gets%20them%20going.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/KJ%20Gets%20them%20going.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KJ-52 was awesome. Give me that Mountain Dew! The guy's name is actually Jonah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0295.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/Tricia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/Tricia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/Tricia.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0295.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was probably the best pic I got the whole night :D&lt;br /&gt;It's a good pic of Tricia and Melissa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/Tricia.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/DSCF0295.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to that guy, and shook his hand. And he said happy b-day to Jess :D (His name is Matt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/all%20three.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/all%20three.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was also a good pic. Just to let you know, there's two other people in the band, I just never got a good view of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-113927922068152992?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/113927922068152992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=113927922068152992&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/113927922068152992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/113927922068152992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/02/great-concert.html' title='A Great Concert'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-113840421684264933</id><published>2006-01-27T16:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T17:23:37.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoy es VIERNES! Estoy feliz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today is Friday! I am happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi computadora es mala. Eso no me hace feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My computer is crappy. That does not make me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace las cosas estupidas. Borro todo el sonido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's doing stupid things. It erased all the sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo no puedo oir cuando personas firman en. Me hace loco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can't hear when people sign in. It makes me mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero hace buen tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But the weather is good,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y es el viernes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And it's Friday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asi que soy contenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So, I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Los cumpleanos felices manana ambar! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Happy Birthday tomorrow Amber! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDonald abre hoy. Soy definetly feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;McDonald's opens today. I'm definetly happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hasta luego! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/mcdonalds_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/mcdonalds_logo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-113840421684264933?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/113840421684264933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=113840421684264933&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/113840421684264933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/113840421684264933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/01/hoy-es-viernes-estoy-feliz.html' title='Hoy es VIERNES! Estoy feliz.'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-113781385730688867</id><published>2006-01-20T21:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T21:26:32.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Advise</title><content type='html'>Don't be cocky (eating pies isn't easy...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/High%20School.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/High%20School.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/High%20School.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-113781385730688867?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/113781385730688867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=113781385730688867&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/113781385730688867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/113781385730688867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/01/some-advise.html' title='Some Advise'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-113770845645657623</id><published>2006-01-19T15:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T16:07:40.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts for the day...</title><content type='html'>I was thinking about doing a whole series of random pics, but I thought of a better idea. From now on, I will have at least one random pic at the end of my post. Well, I'll try to anyways. We'll see how this promise goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anywho, i read the news today, oh boy. Nah, that's not it. No original thoughts &lt;a href="http://alwaysaband.blogspot.com/2006/01/ha-hawere-nerds.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's been going on, nothing. Nada. Zip. Cero. Oh, I have a midterm tomorrow in Spanish, easy as eating pie. What else....Oh, the first poster for Prom Alt is up at the Rev. The theme (drum roll please).......HOLLYWOOD! Haha. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much it. I guess. -sigh- I wanna go to Ireland (random thought of the day...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/rules_cosmo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/rules_cosmo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-113770845645657623?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/113770845645657623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=113770845645657623&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/113770845645657623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/113770845645657623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-thoughts-for-day.html' title='My thoughts for the day...'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-113719285880162682</id><published>2006-01-13T16:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T16:54:19.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/fried%20ice%20cream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/fried%20ice%20cream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/DSCF0168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/DSCF0201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/puppy%20cutie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/puppy%20cutie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/arwen%20five%20billion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/arwen%20five%20billion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it kind of speaks for itself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thoughts to go with the pics.  I want fried ice cream.  Brooke might just kill me.  I love bunnies.  We look cold.  That is a very blue picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-113719285880162682?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/113719285880162682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=113719285880162682&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/113719285880162682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/113719285880162682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/01/random-pics.html' title='Random Pics'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-113693578521029394</id><published>2006-01-10T17:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T17:29:45.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/this%20one%20lalala.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/this%20one%20lalala.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/this%20one%20lalala.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;br /&gt;I'm like zoe, I get "&lt;a href="http://img212.imageshack.us/img212/3387/narniastuff8kj.jpg"&gt;toy starving&lt;/a&gt;"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-113693578521029394?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/113693578521029394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=113693578521029394&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/113693578521029394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/113693578521029394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-problem.html' title='My Problem'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-113667648310560147</id><published>2006-01-07T17:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T17:42:19.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I know</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've posted. I've just been really busy lately. Okay, that was a lie. I've been really LAZY lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, well, the last day of school before Christmas vacation was CANCELED, &lt;a href="http://lnx.ginevra2000.it/Disney/2000_2001/low_high.jpg"&gt;oh yeah&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;So, my cousins (who live in Kansas and were up for Christmas) came over and played everybody's new favorite &lt;a href="http://www.otb-games.com/graphics/apples/showcase_crate.jpg"&gt;game&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Christmas Vacations was a blast. My cousin Lindsey stayed over a few more times. I got the &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/959/543/1600/P1000755.jpg"&gt;greatest game on the planet&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/the%20best%20one%20lala.jpg"&gt;Shattered Assembly&lt;/a&gt; finally got a well needed practice (and then played for the talent show for the New's Year's Eve party).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6077/866/1600/P1000191.0.jpg"&gt;bunn&lt;/a&gt;-&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/959/543/1600/P1000812.jpg"&gt;ies&lt;/a&gt; came, with those two &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6077/866/1600/P1000381.0.jpg"&gt;people&lt;/a&gt; they live with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll stop linking, but then again, i'm not going to say much anything else. So, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/britty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/britty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/jess%20and%20i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/jess%20and%20i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/syd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/syd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/natalie%20and%20kari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/natalie%20and%20kari.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/ruth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/ruth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a baking party at Amber Shain's house. And thanks amber for the pictures. I was going to post more, but I'm tired, maybe later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tootles! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-113667648310560147?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/113667648310560147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=113667648310560147&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/113667648310560147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/113667648310560147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-know-i-know.html' title='I know, I know'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-113511681564267281</id><published>2005-12-20T15:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T16:13:35.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Phobia's</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wish I had Lucy's job. That's the best stand ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/a%20great%20job.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/a%20great%20job.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lucy is also my hero)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-113511681564267281?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/113511681564267281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=113511681564267281&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/113511681564267281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/113511681564267281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2005/12/phobias.html' title='Phobia&apos;s'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-113502853698652937</id><published>2005-12-19T15:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T15:42:17.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's</title><content type='html'>Pretty boring, pretty depressing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/a%20great%20wall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/a%20great%20wall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-113502853698652937?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/113502853698652937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=113502853698652937&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/113502853698652937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/113502853698652937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2005/12/todays.html' title='Today&apos;s'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-113502690406193002</id><published>2005-12-19T15:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T15:15:04.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Lack of Post...</title><content type='html'>I'm going to do two posts today, since I was really busy yesterday. I'll let the Peanuts gang tell ya what I was doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/a%20great%20play.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/a%20great%20play.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/a%20great%20play.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First there was a play at church in the morning.  Andrew, Natalie, Chris, Brandon, and I helped out.  I'm the one with the blond hair and blue dress.  Natalie is definetly the one by the piano...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/a%20great%20concert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/a%20great%20concert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/a%20great%20concert.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/a%20great%20concert.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/a%20great%20concert.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a choir concert.  This was the mass number.  The ninth grade choir is Snoopy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/a%20great%20concert.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-113502690406193002?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/113502690406193002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=113502690406193002&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/113502690406193002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/113502690406193002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2005/12/for-lack-of-post.html' title='For the Lack of Post...'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-113484736912954767</id><published>2005-12-17T12:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T13:22:49.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mostly Tens and Twenties</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/sally%20and%20linus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/sally%20and%20linus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sally is also my hero...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tootles! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-113484736912954767?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/113484736912954767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=113484736912954767&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/113484736912954767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/113484736912954767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2005/12/mostly-tens-and-twenties.html' title='Mostly Tens and Twenties'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-113477773190389073</id><published>2005-12-16T17:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T18:02:11.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights Please...</title><content type='html'>From now until Christmas, I will try to at least post something from A Charlie Brown Christmas everyday.  Don't count on it though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.&lt;br /&gt;And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.&lt;br /&gt;For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,&lt;br /&gt;Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linus is my hero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-113477773190389073?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/113477773190389073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=113477773190389073&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/113477773190389073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/113477773190389073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2005/12/lights-please.html' title='Lights Please...'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-113356337156295015</id><published>2005-12-02T16:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T16:42:51.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that time of year "again"...</title><content type='html'>Time to snuggle up with warm blankets and hot chocolate (and tollhouse cookie dough) and watch movies. Here are some options...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/a%20christmas%20story%20cover.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/a%20christmas%20story%20cover.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/muppet%20christmas%20carol.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/muppet%20christmas%20carol.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/charliebrownchristmascover.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/charliebrownchristmascover.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/white%20christmas.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/white%20christmas.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/how%20the%20grinch%20stole%20christmas%202.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/how%20the%20grinch%20stole%20christmas%202.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/elf%20cover.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/elf%20cover.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/polar_express.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/polar_express.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/it"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/200/it%27s%20a%20wonderful%20life.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-113356337156295015?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/113356337156295015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=113356337156295015&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/113356337156295015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/113356337156295015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-that-time-of-year-again.html' title='It&apos;s that time of year &quot;again&quot;...'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-113133072210797749</id><published>2005-11-06T20:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T21:03:06.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Promised Pics</title><content type='html'>Well, here ya go. The pics from our root&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;beer (and Batman Begins, lol) party....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0162.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0163.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/DSCF0163.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0162.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0160.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/DSCF0154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0161.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0154.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0160.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0159.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/DSCF0160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0159.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0160.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0159.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0159.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/DSCF0161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0161.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0161.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0159.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0161.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/DSCF0159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0159.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0159.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think out of everybody, i'm the most evil, duh. scary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-113133072210797749?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/113133072210797749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=113133072210797749&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/113133072210797749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/113133072210797749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-promised-pics.html' title='My Promised Pics'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-113105732053994522</id><published>2005-11-03T16:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T15:41:39.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not a winner...</title><content type='html'>Yeah, the title says it all. I just got the idea from my &lt;a href="http://alwaysaband.blogspot.com/2005/11/problem-with-our-schools.html"&gt;dad's blog&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.flubu.com/comics/getfuzzy20_strip.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/you%20are%20not%20a%20winner.3.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/you%20are%20not%20a%20winner.4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/400/you%20are%20not%20a%20winner.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to post some pics once I get home. I'm at the library right now. We didn't have to do anything for tech today, so, we left. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on Friday, a few of us went over to the Williamson's. There was six of us. I remember that cuz there were just enough &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;root &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;beers for each of us. We watched Batman Begins. It was Jess, Syd, Brock, Kari, Mark, and me. Props on the treats. They were great. Reese's and Twix, my fave. Then we went into the house for a bit, and hung with Brit, Chelsea, Amber, Natalie, and Mrs. Williamson. Then Chelsea and them took me home. Since there wasn't anyone home but me and Mike (and Mike was at the coffee house), I decided to take Mr. Erickson's advice and have a party. Actually, I just had the four girlies over to my house, lol :D We watched Ever After.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On Sunday we had a hayride. That was really fun. There was a calm trailor, and a rowdy trailor. I wasn't up for being rowdy that night, so Jess and I entertained the front trailor with some singing. That was fun. We also sang Freedom is coming and Hark how the Bells with my dad and Andrew. That was pretty sweet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was All Saints Day Eve. Yuck. We turned off all the lights, so we just had one group come. They were some girls from my English class. They knew I was home. So they still came. Yeah. I ate all the candy, bwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the week was boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-113105732053994522?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/113105732053994522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=113105732053994522&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/113105732053994522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/113105732053994522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-am-not-winner.html' title='I am not a winner...'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-113011800247764178</id><published>2005-10-23T08:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T22:13:09.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MYC: One Life One Chance &lt;-&gt;</title><content type='html'>So, yeah, I got back from MYC yesterday. It was a lot of fun. Around 25 or so teens went from &lt;a href="http://www.therevblog.blogspot.com"&gt;the youth group&lt;/a&gt;. Our speaker was Herbert umm...can't remember his last name. He was really good and funny. Except for the first night, we couldn't hear him. We were in the worse seats in the whole place. It wasn't that we were far away, it was that we were up in the balcony, on the side of the stage. The sound echoed off the walls towards us. So, we put up with none stop echoing. We got better seats for the second service. All together, there were 3 services.&lt;br /&gt;Jon Reine lead worship. Worship was really good. I really liked it. They played a lot of good songs. Including, one that Jon wrote (or so I've heard, and it makes sense). I don't know what it's called, but they played it on the iCamp videos.&lt;br /&gt;The first night, we stayed after service to see the Grits concert. It was better than I thought it would be. Jess, Brooke, and I (and a few other people) stood somewhat close to the front. When it go to a certain song, we got out and went to a place with more room. We did this so we could do the "Costa Rican step." It was fun. There was even one of the camera guys taping us, but we didn't get onto the screens, oh well. After we did that, we went to the balcony again.&lt;br /&gt;Our free time consisted of walking around the civic center mall thingy, going to fast food places to eat, and watching TV in our rooms. We also went around to other people's rooms (and watched TV, lol). On the last night, a little group of us went to Perkin's. The people who stayed at the hotel were either swimming or playing Xbox.&lt;br /&gt;The last day we went to Mall of America. We spent the whole time looking for our friend Ian. Now, I know what your thinking, "Yeah right. You guys are "smart". MOA is huge, there's no way you're going to find your little, tiny friend." Now, of course you smarter people are saying, "You had a cell phone." And they are right. But the freaking cell phone wasn't working. Everyone else but us had a signal in there. We passed by hundreds of people chatting it up on their cell phones. Not us. It seems that everyone in our youth group, except us, saw the person we were looking for. Oh well. It's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF01076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/DSCF01076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting up with a friend....(stupid Spam town)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF01225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/DSCF01225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herbert Cantrememberhislastname...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF01245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/DSCF01245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF01475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/DSCF01475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we know it's spicy Brooke, you don't have to eat it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/DSCF0104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/DSCF0104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess thought it was funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/doodlebops5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/doodlebops5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deedee, Moe, and Rooney (the Doodlebops) were our honorary roomates.  (In my room was Natalie (room leader), Jess, Brooke, and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-113011800247764178?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/113011800247764178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=113011800247764178&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/113011800247764178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/113011800247764178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2005/10/myc-one-life-one-chance.html' title='MYC: One Life One Chance &lt;-&gt;'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224772.post-112978220264790725</id><published>2005-10-19T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T23:26:15.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Before Leaving...</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is MYC, as most of you know. That is Minnesota Youth Convention. We're leaving (my youth group) tomorrow at 9. So, I'll probably be busy for the rest of tonight and tomorrow before I leave to post. So I decided I would post a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/1600/Petting%20Browny1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/753/320/Petting%20Browny1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the group that was at my house when browny arrived. He was the bell of the ball.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tootles! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224772-112978220264790725?l=invisibleexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/112978220264790725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224772&amp;postID=112978220264790725&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/112978220264790725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224772/posts/default/112978220264790725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleexistence.blogspot.com/2005/10/before-leaving.html' title='Before Leaving...'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439968018350814060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/3739/320/peach%20taunt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
