<?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-4947563628741609810</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:17:32.527-08:00</updated><category term='Disney World'/><category term='Orlando'/><category term='Road Trip'/><category term='Florida'/><title type='text'>Kiss the Girl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-1566805191949444188</id><published>2011-05-08T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T06:58:48.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cameras Make Ghosts out of People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Always and Forever</title><content type='html'>I hate Excel...&amp;nbsp; I mother-effing hate Excel!!&amp;nbsp; It took me two hours to figure out how to graph this stupid function on the computer.&amp;nbsp; I could have had it done in five minutes if I were allowed to graph by hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TJ5Ds6MqluI/AAAAAAAAAcI/Ee7CaKcjfyY/s1600/excel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="185" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TJ5Ds6MqluI/AAAAAAAAAcI/Ee7CaKcjfyY/s320/excel.jpg" width="320" /&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/4947563628741609810-6350158026664021305?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/6350158026664021305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-hate-technology-always-and-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/6350158026664021305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/6350158026664021305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-hate-technology-always-and-forever.html' title='I Hate Technology...  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And the Nightmare is About to Begin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TJqIM0q8XgI/AAAAAAAAAb4/DKQIOSVRr08/s1600/TheHOLLOW.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TJqIM0q8XgI/AAAAAAAAAb4/DKQIOSVRr08/s200/TheHOLLOW.jpg" width="123" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Hollow&lt;/b&gt; by &lt;i&gt;Nora Roberts&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book Two of the Sign of Seven Trilogy:&lt;br /&gt;For seven days every seven years, madness descends on this small town.&amp;nbsp; But three men bound by blood and three women bound by ancestry to a demon have pledged their souls- and their hearts- to stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grade:&amp;nbsp; A-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-4964961266838999138?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/4964961266838999138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-hawkins-hollow-lull-is-over-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/4964961266838999138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/4964961266838999138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-hawkins-hollow-lull-is-over-and.html' title='In Hawkins Hollow, the Lull is Over.  And the Nightmare is About to Begin...'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TJqIM0q8XgI/AAAAAAAAAb4/DKQIOSVRr08/s72-c/TheHOLLOW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-7940552644289899542</id><published>2010-09-04T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T12:03:06.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[ yellow tail ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;A gift for dog-sitting:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TIKXHkMEuEI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Knv-HGx2dFk/s1600/yellowtail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TIKXHkMEuEI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Knv-HGx2dFk/s320/yellowtail.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Guess what Jessie's doing tonight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-7940552644289899542?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/7940552644289899542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2010/09/yellow-tail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/7940552644289899542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/7940552644289899542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2010/09/yellow-tail.html' title='[ yellow tail ]'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TIKXHkMEuEI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Knv-HGx2dFk/s72-c/yellowtail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-5079137463187566155</id><published>2010-09-03T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T11:21:00.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TIE7fVX6INI/AAAAAAAAAbo/2POfqxEg5CE/s1600/glossy-lips.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TIE7fVX6INI/AAAAAAAAAbo/2POfqxEg5CE/s200/glossy-lips.jpg" width="185" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I just spent $35 on lip gloss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-5079137463187566155?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/5079137463187566155/comments/default' title='Post 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-2371897265811033202</id><published>2010-09-02T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T09:16:49.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Reunion 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e154/lynchland/Raymond%20Family%20Reunion%202010/family-reunion.jpg"&gt;My cousin Britt and me - She's 10 yrs younger than I am but we look the same age&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e154/lynchland/Raymond%20Family%20Reunion%202010/family-reunion11.jpg"&gt;Kristi and me playing Bingo with some of our aunties - I won the jackpot but donated it to my 70 yr old aunt who got her windshield shattered during the baseball tournament&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e154/lynchland/Raymond%20Family%20Reunion%202010/family-reunion3.jpg"&gt;The black family getting ready for our pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e154/lynchland/Raymond%20Family%20Reunion%202010/family-reunion2.jpg"&gt;The blacks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e154/lynchland/Raymond%20Family%20Reunion%202010/family-reunion4.jpg"&gt;The pinks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e154/lynchland/Raymond%20Family%20Reunion%202010/family-reunion5.jpg"&gt;The whites (minus 20 people)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e154/lynchland/Raymond%20Family%20Reunion%202010/family-reunion6.jpg"&gt;The reds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e154/lynchland/Raymond%20Family%20Reunion%202010/family-reunion7.jpg"&gt;The yellows&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e154/lynchland/Raymond%20Family%20Reunion%202010/family-reunion8.jpg"&gt;The greens&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e154/lynchland/Raymond%20Family%20Reunion%202010/family-reunion9.jpg"&gt;The blues&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e154/lynchland/Raymond%20Family%20Reunion%202010/family-reunion10.jpg"&gt;The seven seniors&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-2371897265811033202?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/2371897265811033202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2010/09/family-reunion-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/2371897265811033202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/2371897265811033202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2010/09/family-reunion-2010.html' title='Family Reunion 2010'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-1302954485085070871</id><published>2010-08-24T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T07:14:21.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Town of Hawkins Hollow, It's Called the Seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/THPScdjmQXI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/4z3DQ3WgWBM/s1600/blood_brothers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/THPScdjmQXI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/4z3DQ3WgWBM/s200/blood_brothers.jpg" width="123" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Blood Brothers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Nora Roberts&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Book One of the Sign of Seven Trilogy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Every seven years, on the seventh day of the seventh month, strange things happen.&amp;nbsp; It began when three young boys- Caleb, Fox and Gage- went on a camping trip to the Pagan Stone.&amp;nbsp; And twenty-one years later, it will end in a showdown between evil and the boys who have become men- and the women who love them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Grade:&amp;nbsp; B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-1302954485085070871?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/1302954485085070871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-town-of-hawkins-hollow-its-called.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/1302954485085070871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/1302954485085070871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-town-of-hawkins-hollow-its-called.html' title='In the Town of Hawkins Hollow, It&apos;s Called the Seven'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/THPScdjmQXI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/4z3DQ3WgWBM/s72-c/blood_brothers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-4854124220894325853</id><published>2010-08-11T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T11:03:48.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock n Roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TGMXxMcpOUI/AAAAAAAAAX8/nLIs35YPCkA/s1600/headphones.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="305" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TGMXxMcpOUI/AAAAAAAAAX8/nLIs35YPCkA/s400/headphones.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;If music be the food of love, play on.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got these pretty headphones yesterday... They're purple to match my ipod!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-4854124220894325853?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/4854124220894325853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2010/08/rock-n-roll.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/4854124220894325853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/4854124220894325853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2010/08/rock-n-roll.html' title='Rock n Roll'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TGMXxMcpOUI/AAAAAAAAAX8/nLIs35YPCkA/s72-c/headphones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-1223455379465480124</id><published>2010-08-06T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T13:02:46.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Osheaga 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TFxozSz7m7I/AAAAAAAAAVM/iqVN0NJIOwI/s1600/osheaga-night.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TFxozSz7m7I/AAAAAAAAAVM/iqVN0NJIOwI/s400/osheaga-night.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Every day is a good day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TExUVrE7IdI/AAAAAAAAATU/vzRi5elQOTs/s320/Zeppelin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497861976429896146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I'll love you forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I'll like you for always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;As long as I'm living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;My baby you'll be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-1172815252648520047?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/1172815252648520047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-7th-birthday-zeppelin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/1172815252648520047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/1172815252648520047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-7th-birthday-zeppelin.html' title='Happy 7th Birthday Zeppelin ♥'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TExUVrE7IdI/AAAAAAAAATU/vzRi5elQOTs/s72-c/Zeppelin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-7370921324916100206</id><published>2010-07-24T07:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T07:10:57.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventure Trail</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TErzqCtCEVI/AAAAAAAAASk/IIsXfTZfukY/s1600/JB-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TErzqCtCEVI/AAAAAAAAASk/IIsXfTZfukY/s320/JB-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497474198764917074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cup &amp;amp; Saucer Trail, Manitoulin Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-7370921324916100206?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/7370921324916100206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2010/07/adventure-trail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/7370921324916100206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/7370921324916100206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2010/07/adventure-trail.html' title='Adventure Trail'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TErzqCtCEVI/AAAAAAAAASk/IIsXfTZfukY/s72-c/JB-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-4019036757742345340</id><published>2009-12-28T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T13:56:12.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year's Best</title><content type='html'>As 2009 comes to an end, I find myself thinking about all the good stuff I got to enjoy throughout the year.  I've compiled a list (in no particular order) of my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top 10 of Everything 2009&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Trip to Disney World&lt;br /&gt;2.  Lady Gaga's Bad Romance&lt;br /&gt;3.  Where the Wild Things Are&lt;br /&gt;4.  "Charlie bit me"&lt;br /&gt;5.  Misfits (TV Show... Not the band!)&lt;br /&gt;6.  Dexter&lt;br /&gt;7.  The xx&lt;br /&gt;8.  Glee&lt;br /&gt;9.  Up!&lt;br /&gt;10. Florence and the Machine - Dog Days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-4019036757742345340?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/4019036757742345340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/12/years-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/4019036757742345340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/4019036757742345340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/12/years-best.html' title='Year&apos;s Best'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-6575217953871640184</id><published>2009-10-27T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T17:42:27.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SueS-4M03rI/AAAAAAAAASM/uo-GyQ1d6uU/s1600-h/CHEERS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SueS-4M03rI/AAAAAAAAASM/uo-GyQ1d6uU/s320/CHEERS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397444287362555570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;'Well                                  you see, Norm, it's like this . . . A herd of                                  buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest                                  buffalo. And when the herd is hunted, it is the                                  slowest and weakest ones at the back that are                                  killed first. This natural selection is good for                                  the herd as a whole, because the general speed                                  and health of the whole group keeps improving by                                  the regular killing of the weakest members. In                                  much the same way, the human brain can only                                  operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. Now,                                  as we know, excessive intake of alcohol kills                                  brain cells. But naturally, it attacks the                                  slowest and weakest brain cells first.                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";color:blue;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";color:blue;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;In                                  this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates                                  the weaker brain cells, making the brain a                                  faster and more efficient machine. And that,                                  Norm, is why you always feel smarter after a few                                  beers.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-6575217953871640184?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/6575217953871640184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/10/cheers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/6575217953871640184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/6575217953871640184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/10/cheers.html' title='Cheers'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SueS-4M03rI/AAAAAAAAASM/uo-GyQ1d6uU/s72-c/CHEERS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-903669628940869944</id><published>2009-10-24T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T07:01:10.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bill Nye the Science Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SuMeIc0tcTI/AAAAAAAAAR0/gCA5K7TYTys/s1600-h/chemistry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SuMeIc0tcTI/AAAAAAAAAR0/gCA5K7TYTys/s200/chemistry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396189909045047602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow, I almost forgot I even had a blog...  I guess I've been really busy since the last time I updated.  I don't think much has changed since then though- I'm still in school (taking Chemical Engineering), still working on weekends (at T.Bell Transport), living in sketchy Wahnapitae and still driving my cute little truck.  Speaking of which, I put Adam on my insurance and now I pay much, much less a month which is pretty sweet ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is coming up fast and we're going to a party at our friends' house.  I have a few more things to pick up for my costume then I'll be all set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is also coming up, two days after Halloween.  I can't &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;wait&lt;/span&gt; to turn old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midterm marks are up.  I'm doing fairly well so far.  My marks aren't as high as I would have liked, but oh well.  I'll just have to try harder from now until the end of the semester to bring them up.  I have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; in one class and that is just not acceptable.  I like to think the reason my mark is so low in that class is because there is no text book so when it comes time for a test, we have nothing to study except what we have stored in our memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are the marks I'll be bringing home to meet my mother:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;General Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;                                          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;84%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chem. Lab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;                                                         &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;95%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Technical Mathematics (with Calculus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;91%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Physics&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;90%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Computer/Multimedia Apps.&lt;/span&gt;                                                       &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  (Adam will be so proud)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mineral Processing&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;78%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-903669628940869944?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/903669628940869944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/10/bill-nye-science-guy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/903669628940869944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/903669628940869944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/10/bill-nye-science-guy.html' title='Bill Nye the Science Guy'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SuMeIc0tcTI/AAAAAAAAAR0/gCA5K7TYTys/s72-c/chemistry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-4123090035426719434</id><published>2009-09-07T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T15:41:21.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I Fix You Some Sandwiches?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SqWK37cW0HI/AAAAAAAAARs/3UFzEBiT0uQ/s1600-h/thurman-merman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SqWK37cW0HI/AAAAAAAAARs/3UFzEBiT0uQ/s200/thurman-merman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378858023417991282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tomorrow morning I officially start my post secondary career for the second time after an unsuccessful first try at it three years ago.  I had to write a math test Friday afternoon to determine if I'll be taking the short or long bus to school every day and  I also had the opportunity to see what the rest of the kids in my class look like.  There are three girls from Espanola (one of which I know and one I only recognize from high school), a hermaphrodite (not sure what it is yet), and twenty-two Thurman Mermans.  It should be an interesting year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-4123090035426719434?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/4123090035426719434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/09/should-i-fix-you-some-sandwiches.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/4123090035426719434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/4123090035426719434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/09/should-i-fix-you-some-sandwiches.html' title='Should I Fix You Some Sandwiches?'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SqWK37cW0HI/AAAAAAAAARs/3UFzEBiT0uQ/s72-c/thurman-merman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-2575196964105041032</id><published>2009-08-28T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T08:42:15.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness Hit Her Like a Train on a Track</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been in pure love.  With what, you might ask?  I'll tell you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.  Vivanno Smoothies from Starbucks&lt;/span&gt; - Not just an ordinary smoothie, let me tell you...  They are delicious!  There are currently only three flavours to choose from (strawberry banana, banana chocolate, and orange mango banana).  They are made with real fresh fruit, whey protein and fiber powder, and fresh milk.  Yum.  I recommend everybody run (literally) out and try one for yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Body Shop's&lt;/span&gt; Japanese Cherry Blossom Eau de Toilette&lt;/span&gt; - A really light, pretty scent.  I want to soak my entire body in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Softsoap's&lt;/span&gt; Pink Grapefruit Splash Body Wash&lt;/span&gt; - Awaken your senses and leave skin feeling fresh and revived.  Enriched with natural grapefruit oil.  The smell is scrumptous!  I highly recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.  Brie Cheese&lt;/span&gt; - I could eat it with every meal, every day.  It's best melted in a sandwich with sliced cucumber and alfalfa sprouts.  Delish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.  Dog Days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Florence and the Machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - My favourite song right now.  I've been listening to it on repeat for the last few weeks and haven't gotten sick of it yet.  I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; her voice.  If I was a singer I'd want to sound just like her!  The song itself also kicks some sweet hiney!  Definitely check it out if you haven't already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-2575196964105041032?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/2575196964105041032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-for-you-ad.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/2575196964105041032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/2575196964105041032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-for-you-ad.html' title='Happiness Hit Her Like a Train on a Track'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-6202169657337730166</id><published>2009-08-13T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T12:38:01.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SoOTF_37glI/AAAAAAAAARk/5huxacS6Nk4/s1600-h/gummy-worms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="186" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369296912010412626" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SoOTF_37glI/AAAAAAAAARk/5huxacS6Nk4/s200/gummy-worms.jpg" style="float: left; height: 153px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 164px;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It's true, the early bird gets the worm. But then again, so does the late bird and the bird in-between because by design, there are always more than enough worms. In fact, the only bird that doesn't get a worm, is the bird that doesn't go out to get one&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-6202169657337730166?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/6202169657337730166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/08/nobody-likes-me-everybody-hates-me-im.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/6202169657337730166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/6202169657337730166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/08/nobody-likes-me-everybody-hates-me-im.html' title='Food for Thought'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SoOTF_37glI/AAAAAAAAARk/5huxacS6Nk4/s72-c/gummy-worms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-9195318032545599093</id><published>2009-08-04T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T15:08:00.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Tricked Photography...</title><content type='html'>I found some pictures from when I was a little rat and thought it would be fun to put some on here...  Enjoy!  hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e154/lynchland/thejoker.jpg"&gt;I did my own make-up...  Beautiful.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e154/lynchland/younglions.jpg"&gt;Young Lions (Kristi and me)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e154/lynchland/snowgirls.jpg"&gt;Playing with Frosty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e154/lynchland/smurfoff.jpg"&gt;"This Smurf ride effin sucks!"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e154/lynchland/sillyhair.jpg"&gt;Me and my Fairy God-Mother, Tam-Tam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e154/lynchland/sailormoon.jpg"&gt;Sailor Moon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e154/lynchland/poolsharks.jpg"&gt;Looks like I made a friend...  No idea who she is!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e154/lynchland/photographer.jpg"&gt;Little photographer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e154/lynchland/peekabouillon.jpg"&gt;Peek-a-Boo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e154/lynchland/mommyme.jpg"&gt;Mommy and me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e154/lynchland/koolkid.jpg"&gt;I wear my sunglasses at night&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e154/lynchland/jessiesfrogprince.jpg"&gt;About to kiss my prince&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e154/lynchland/cutiepie.jpg"&gt;Pretty in pink&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e154/lynchland/cousins.jpg"&gt;Cousins and me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e154/lynchland/clowns.jpg"&gt;Mom and me going trick-or-treating&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e154/lynchland/beachbums.jpg"&gt;Gramma and me at the beach&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e154/lynchland/baptism.jpg"&gt;Making faces at Kristi's baptism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-9195318032545599093?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/9195318032545599093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-tricked-photography.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/9195318032545599093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/9195318032545599093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-tricked-photography.html' title='We Tricked Photography...'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-6439176698449949409</id><published>2009-08-04T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T12:40:05.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Summer of 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;A curious fellow died one day and found himself waiting in the long line of judgment.  As he stood there he noticed that some souls were allowed to march right through the pearly gates into Heaven.  Others though, were led over to Satan who threw them into the burning pit.  But every so often, instead of hurling a poor soul into the fire, Satan would toss a soul off to one side into a small pile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching Satan do this several times, the fellow's curiosity got the best of him. So he strolled over and asked Satan what he was doing. "Excuse me, Mr. Prince of Darkness," he said. "I'm waiting in line for judgment, but I couldn't help wondering, why are you tossing those people aside instead of flinging them into the Fires of Hell with the others?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, those," Satan said with a groan. "They're all from Ontario....  They're still too wet to burn."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-6439176698449949409?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/6439176698449949409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/08/yeeea-go-ontario.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/6439176698449949409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/6439176698449949409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/08/yeeea-go-ontario.html' title='Rainy Summer of 2009'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-2169112708482970820</id><published>2009-08-03T12:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T13:12:45.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, Rain, Go Away</title><content type='html'>A lot has changed in the past month...  I'm still laid off from CP and they say it'll stay like that for 2+ years, so I'm not gonna wait around to get called back &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank you very much&lt;/span&gt;.  The money is good, but I'm over it.  So I applied to school and unemployment is going to pay for it.  Doesn't seem fair, does it?  The government pays for jobless bums to go back to school but everyone else has to dish out the money themselves...  Actually I do have a job as of last week.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Booya!&lt;/span&gt;  I work a few times a week at T.Bell Transport.  So anyway, school starts in September and I'm going to live in Espanola and commute to Sudbury every day to get my learn on.  Last time I went to school I took Business Administration and I absolutely hated it.  Hopefully this time I'll like what I'm taking (Chemical Engineering Technology).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few shows that I'm really into right now are Entourage, True Blood, and Being Human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few bands that I'm into right now are La Roux, Florence and the Machine, and Phoenix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently reading Helter Skelter : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The True Story of The Manson Murders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle's wedding is in 10 days or something like that and I still haven't gotten her a gift.  I'm a terrible bridesmaid.  But I have to go to Sudbury this week anyway so maybe I'll slap a little something for her and Rick on my Visa card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very, very sad that we didn't get a summer this year.  This gloomy weather makes me depressed and ultra lazy.  Here's to hoping we get some nice, hot, sunny days before September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SndAqcBlueI/AAAAAAAAARM/JC2zmB5XyBg/s1600-h/rainy_days.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SndAqcBlueI/AAAAAAAAARM/JC2zmB5XyBg/s200/rainy_days.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365828578856778210" 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/4947563628741609810-2169112708482970820?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/2169112708482970820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/08/rain-rain-go-away.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/2169112708482970820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/2169112708482970820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/08/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain, Rain, Go Away'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SndAqcBlueI/AAAAAAAAARM/JC2zmB5XyBg/s72-c/rainy_days.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-3630033659633635258</id><published>2009-06-22T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T13:08:26.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Meaning to the Phrase "Being of Two Minds"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Sj_j6uBWMsI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/oLoub8M2LTc/s1600-h/the-host.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Sj_j6uBWMsI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/oLoub8M2LTc/s200/the-host.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350245480265036482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Host&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stephenie Meyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melanie Stryder refuses to fade away.&lt;br /&gt;Our world has been invaded by an unseen enemy.  Humans become hosts for these invaders , their minds taken over while their bodies remain intact and continue their lives apparently unchanged.  Most of humanity has succumbed.&lt;br /&gt;When Melanie, one of the few remaining "wild" humans, is captured, she is certain it is her end.  Wanderer, the invading "soul" who has been given Melanie's body, was warned about the challenges of living inside a human:  the overwhelming emotions, the glut of senses, the too-vivid memories.  But there was one difficulty Wanderer didn't expect:  the former tenant of her body refusing to relinquish possession of her mind.&lt;br /&gt;Wanderer probes Melanie's thoughts, hoping to discover the whereabouts of the remaining human resistance.  Instead, Melanie fills Wanderer's mind with visions of the man Melanie loves- Jared, a human who still lives in hiding.  Unable to separate herself from her body's desires, Wanderer begins to yearn for a man she has been tasked with exposing.  When outside forces make Wanderer and Melanie unwilling allies, they set off on a dangerous and uncertain search for the man they both love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grade:  B-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-3630033659633635258?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/3630033659633635258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-meaning-to-phrase-being-of-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/3630033659633635258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/3630033659633635258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-meaning-to-phrase-being-of-two.html' title='New Meaning to the Phrase &quot;Being of Two Minds&quot;'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Sj_j6uBWMsI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/oLoub8M2LTc/s72-c/the-host.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-6805853967752001132</id><published>2009-06-18T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T12:42:47.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patriotic Retirement Plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dear Mr. Harper,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Instead of giving billions of dollars to the car  industry that will squander&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; the money on lavish parties and unearned bonuses,  use the following suggestions to fix Canada's economy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_Apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;There are  about 10 million people over the age of 50 in the work force.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  Pay them $1  million apiece severance for early retirement with the following  stipulations:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1) They must retire. Ten million job openings  -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Unemployment fixed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2) They must buy a new car. Ten million  cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ordered - Automotive Industry fixed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3) They must either buy a house or pay off their mortgage -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Housing and Mortgage Crisis fixed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4) They  must send their kids to school / college / university - Crime rate  fixed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;5) Buy $50 of alcohol/gas a week - there's  your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;money back in duty / tax etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It can't  get any easier than that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;P.S. If more money is needed, have all members  of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;parliament pay back their falsely claimed expenses and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;second home allowances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-6805853967752001132?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/6805853967752001132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/06/patriotic-retirement-plan.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/6805853967752001132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/6805853967752001132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/06/patriotic-retirement-plan.html' title='Patriotic Retirement Plan'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-8366483882928561671</id><published>2009-06-17T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T14:24:18.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L'Ours</title><content type='html'>Since moving up north one year ago, Adam and I have seen countless wild (living) animals along the side of the road during our trips to Espanola, Sault Ste. Marie, Timmins, etc.  Some of the animals we've seen include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moose&lt;/span&gt; (mother father &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bears&lt;/span&gt; (x 1,000,000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wolves&lt;/span&gt; (in a pack - three adults and two babies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bobcat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raccoons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Skunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Otter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Great Blue Heron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bald Eagle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Turtle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chipmunks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping on the topic of wildlife, I'd like to share a little video with you that my mom shared with me that I very much enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="style1"&gt;The Bear - Film by Jean-Jacques Annaud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- #EndEditable --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xNRCwF4TStY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xNRCwF4TStY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-8366483882928561671?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/8366483882928561671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/06/northern-ontarios-babies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/8366483882928561671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/8366483882928561671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/06/northern-ontarios-babies.html' title='L&apos;Ours'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-1832619687506941227</id><published>2009-06-09T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T10:46:37.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love Beyond Life...  A Danger Beyond Doubt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si6f3HmX7CI/AAAAAAAAALk/YP3RajUZiAk/s1600-h/kissedbyanangel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si6f3HmX7CI/AAAAAAAAALk/YP3RajUZiAk/s200/kissedbyanangel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345385577016978466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kissed by an Angel&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elizabeth Chandler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When her boyfriend, Tristan, died, Ivy thought she'd lost everything, even her faith in angels. But now she's discovered that he's her guardian angel- his presence so strong that she can feel the touch of his hand, the beat of his heart. Ivy needs Tristan now more than ever because he knows she's in terrible danger. Only Ivy's guardian angel can save her, now that his killer is after &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But if Tristan rescues Ivy, his mission on earth will be finished, and he must leave her behind forever. Will saving Ivy mean losing her just when he's finally reached her again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grade:  A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-1832619687506941227?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/1832619687506941227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-beyond-life-danger-beyond-doubt.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/1832619687506941227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/1832619687506941227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-beyond-life-danger-beyond-doubt.html' title='A Love Beyond Life...  A Danger Beyond Doubt'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si6f3HmX7CI/AAAAAAAAALk/YP3RajUZiAk/s72-c/kissedbyanangel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-5941232480528715679</id><published>2009-06-04T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T10:56:57.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naughty Naughty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.edmontonsun.com/news/canada/2009/06/03/9666831.html"&gt;Derailment and diesel spill&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out Ottawa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-5941232480528715679?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/5941232480528715679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/06/naughty-naughty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/5941232480528715679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/5941232480528715679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/06/naughty-naughty.html' title='Naughty Naughty'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-742422684995963047</id><published>2009-06-03T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T13:58:06.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Worthless "Black" Bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SibRUeOD32I/AAAAAAAAAKs/bDcLQXr0_MQ/s1600-h/crow.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SibRUeOD32I/AAAAAAAAAKs/bDcLQXr0_MQ/s200/crow.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343188157561298786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One day God invited all the little birds to gather at his place to be painted.  Amongst them was a hummingbird, a blue jay and a crow.  They were told to line up and patiently wait for their turn to be splashed with colour.  The hummingbird was first in line, followed by the blue jay, then lastly the crow.  The hummingbird noticed that the blue jay behind him was pregnant and offered to let her go first out of pure kindness.  God was very pleased with the hummingbird's gesture.  When the crow saw this he grew angry and impatient and tried to cut in front of the line.  God was very displeased with the crow's gesture.  When it came time for the birds to be painted, God chose several shades of blue for the blue jay.  The hummingbird received many beautiful colours as repayment for being so kind to the mothering blue jay.  The crow, God decided, was selfish, evil, and not worthy of anything in life and as punishment, was coloured &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this story seem racist to anyone else?  This is a story that the Church teaches to little kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-742422684995963047?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/742422684995963047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/06/worthless-black-bird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/742422684995963047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/742422684995963047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/06/worthless-black-bird.html' title='The Worthless &quot;Black&quot; Bird'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SibRUeOD32I/AAAAAAAAAKs/bDcLQXr0_MQ/s72-c/crow.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-3114864987253832593</id><published>2009-05-25T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T20:03:15.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Purple Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SjBz2iy5g8I/AAAAAAAAAOM/cyCxMWvWcCE/s1600-h/Jessica+Bouillon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SjBz2iy5g8I/AAAAAAAAAOM/cyCxMWvWcCE/s320/Jessica+Bouillon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345900138579198914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Shr_E0aJrOI/AAAAAAAAAKk/imIVo19cHAg/s1600-h/IMG011.jpg"&gt;&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/4947563628741609810-3114864987253832593?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/3114864987253832593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/05/purple-rain.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/3114864987253832593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/3114864987253832593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/05/purple-rain.html' title='Purple Rain'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SjBz2iy5g8I/AAAAAAAAAOM/cyCxMWvWcCE/s72-c/Jessica+Bouillon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-3828246400813709789</id><published>2009-05-10T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T13:06:51.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Candid Camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. A Picture of You In Your Room:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Sgd14tzos1I/AAAAAAAAAKU/BPTKcONYFNk/s1600-h/Room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 83px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Sgd14tzos1I/AAAAAAAAAKU/BPTKcONYFNk/s320/Room.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334361900872938322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. A Picture Of You Very Drunk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Sgd14SYtp7I/AAAAAAAAAKM/Uj7hQWatOac/s1600-h/Drunk2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 81px; height: 109px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Sgd14SYtp7I/AAAAAAAAAKM/Uj7hQWatOac/s320/Drunk2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334361893512259506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. The Youngest Picture You Can Find of Yourself In Digital Form:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Sgd14f7lF6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/Lu9MgYpg96k/s1600-h/Summer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 66px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Sgd14f7lF6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/Lu9MgYpg96k/s320/Summer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334361897148159906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. A Picture of You In One of Your Favorite Outfits:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Sgd1iaUhynI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/iO5MOW4crEU/s1600-h/Grad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 75px; height: 107px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Sgd1iaUhynI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/iO5MOW4crEU/s320/Grad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334361517685066354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. A Picture of You Making a Goofy Face @ The Camera:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Sgd1iARdRWI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/4HJ1kbLA22g/s1600-h/Brat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 79px; height: 97px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Sgd1iARdRWI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/4HJ1kbLA22g/s320/Brat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334361510692865378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. A Picture of You And a Team or Club Your In:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Sgd1hldgbZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Q5QD6_q7qx0/s1600-h/Confirmation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 74px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Sgd1hldgbZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Q5QD6_q7qx0/s320/Confirmation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334361503495646610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. A Picture of You Truly Being Yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Sgd1hiTxrWI/AAAAAAAAAJk/p4wJHPAPOMg/s1600-h/Fishing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 82px; height: 110px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Sgd1hiTxrWI/AAAAAAAAAJk/p4wJHPAPOMg/s320/Fishing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334361502649527650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. The Most Recent Picture of You:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Sgd1hhMPmVI/AAAAAAAAAJc/x0RhM7CPKDc/s1600-h/MeandZep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 84px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Sgd1hhMPmVI/AAAAAAAAAJc/x0RhM7CPKDc/s320/MeandZep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334361502349498706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. A Picture of You Being Absolutely Ridiculous:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Sgd0yKc4ZMI/AAAAAAAAAJU/hrU-1shLp0o/s1600-h/Lambchop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 82px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Sgd0yKc4ZMI/AAAAAAAAAJU/hrU-1shLp0o/s320/Lambchop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334360688791413954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. A Picture of a Time In Your Life That's Over But You Wish It Wasn't:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Sgd0yLO_ejI/AAAAAAAAAJM/W7Trff6-xto/s1600-h/Little_Jess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 88px; height: 98px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Sgd0yLO_ejI/AAAAAAAAAJM/W7Trff6-xto/s320/Little_Jess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334360689001593394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. A Picture of a Time In Your Life That's Over And You Couldn't Be More Thankful That It Is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Sgd0yIV7W7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/QGGL9Ge11Wc/s1600-h/Winter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 90px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Sgd0yIV7W7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/QGGL9Ge11Wc/s320/Winter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334360688225377202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. A Picture With Your Oldest Friend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Sgd0x-LvKRI/AAAAAAAAAI8/T-T31MaC688/s1600-h/Europe3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 111px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Sgd0x-LvKRI/AAAAAAAAAI8/T-T31MaC688/s320/Europe3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334360685498280210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. A Picture With Your Newest Friend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Sgd0xwGfyMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C5oYAx57OT0/s1600-h/JessJord.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 96px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Sgd0xwGfyMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C5oYAx57OT0/s320/JessJord.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334360681718204610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. A Picture of You That You Had No Idea Was Being Taken:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Sgd0HNDR3pI/AAAAAAAAAIs/-vFfi-8P5Jc/s1600-h/Camp3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 79px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Sgd0HNDR3pI/AAAAAAAAAIs/-vFfi-8P5Jc/s320/Camp3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334359950754963090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. A Picture of You When You Were a Different Person Than You Are Now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Sgd0G2aGEPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/b7HU2bFMl7Q/s1600-h/Europe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 76px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Sgd0G2aGEPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/b7HU2bFMl7Q/s320/Europe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334359944676643058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. A Picture of You Taking a Shot / Chugging Beer / Downing Some Sort of Mixed Drink:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Sgd0G4LbAdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/5oatgDqafuA/s1600-h/Camp6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 91px; height: 90px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Sgd0G4LbAdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/5oatgDqafuA/s320/Camp6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334359945151971794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. A Picture of You With Someone You Love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Sgd0G5311vI/AAAAAAAAAIU/MhYmfd6PDGc/s1600-h/Family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 75px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Sgd0G5311vI/AAAAAAAAAIU/MhYmfd6PDGc/s320/Family.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334359945606715122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. A Picture of How You'd Like The World To See You:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Sgd0GmRyJII/AAAAAAAAAIM/Uo-Y6cVwCI4/s1600-h/Beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 89px; height: 75px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Sgd0GmRyJII/AAAAAAAAAIM/Uo-Y6cVwCI4/s320/Beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334359940346815618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. A Picture That Describes How You'd Like To Spend Every Day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SgdzFpoxVFI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rnhXBXPqTUM/s1600-h/Camp7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 101px; height: 75px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SgdzFpoxVFI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rnhXBXPqTUM/s320/Camp7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334358824557040722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. A Picture of a Time When Everything Was Changing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SgdzFjID1_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/WL9rL_3X7RY/s1600-h/Kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 91px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SgdzFjID1_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/WL9rL_3X7RY/s320/Kids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334358822809229298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. A Picture That Makes Your Heart Hurt:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;R.I.P Marley ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SgdzFZ_xngI/AAAAAAAAAH0/IHP7aOQ4SLA/s1600-h/CatsAndMarley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 101px; height: 76px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SgdzFZ_xngI/AAAAAAAAAH0/IHP7aOQ4SLA/s320/CatsAndMarley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334358820358561282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. A Picture That Makes Your Heart Smile:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SgdzFDQwAqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/WFAs5p36_5c/s1600-h/Disney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 76px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SgdzFDQwAqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/WFAs5p36_5c/s320/Disney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334358814255743650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. A Picture of People You Miss:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SgdzFCbRkKI/AAAAAAAAAHk/apMHATTaoYU/s1600-h/Family2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 75px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SgdzFCbRkKI/AAAAAAAAAHk/apMHATTaoYU/s320/Family2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334358814031450274" 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/4947563628741609810-3828246400813709789?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/3828246400813709789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/05/candid-camera.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/3828246400813709789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/3828246400813709789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/05/candid-camera.html' title='Candid Camera'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Sgd14tzos1I/AAAAAAAAAKU/BPTKcONYFNk/s72-c/Room.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-360490432940053896</id><published>2009-05-04T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T18:29:28.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pyramid Bag - More Room to Infuse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Current ten favourite songs:&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1.  Metric - Waves&lt;br /&gt;    2.  Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Dull Life&lt;br /&gt;    3.  Royksopp &amp;amp; Lykke Li - Miss It So Much&lt;br /&gt;    4.  Phoenix - 1901&lt;br /&gt;    5.  Phoenix - Lisztomania&lt;br /&gt;    6.  Animal Collective - Summertime Clothes&lt;br /&gt;    7.  Dan Auerbach - Whispered Words&lt;br /&gt;    8.  Great Lake Swimmers - Pulling on a Line&lt;br /&gt;    9.  Lily Allen - Not Fair&lt;br /&gt;    10.  The Pains of Being Pure at Heart -  Young Adult Friction&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently drinking:&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Island mango &amp;amp; peach white tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently reading:&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;The Host by Stephenie Meyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something new I've tried lately:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Peanut butter and green onion sandwich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last Movie watched:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Wall-E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-360490432940053896?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/360490432940053896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/05/pyramid-bag-more-room-to-infuse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/360490432940053896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/360490432940053896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/05/pyramid-bag-more-room-to-infuse.html' title='Pyramid Bag - More Room to Infuse'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-2482445583172471627</id><published>2009-04-28T20:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T12:52:52.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Room Hung With Pictures is a Room Hung With Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SfivBqHOlDI/AAAAAAAAAHE/JrbXdh9ODd0/s1600-h/Picture046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 125px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SfivBqHOlDI/AAAAAAAAAHE/JrbXdh9ODd0/s200/Picture046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330202602012316722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SfivBKsGqgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Tjwsx1qgk94/s1600-h/Picture007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 119px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SfivBKsGqgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Tjwsx1qgk94/s200/Picture007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330202593577052674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SfivBFe9fZI/AAAAAAAAAGs/f86HNBv1ClI/s1600-h/Picture018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SfivBFe9fZI/AAAAAAAAAGs/f86HNBv1ClI/s200/Picture018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330202592179748242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SfivBUDIUXI/AAAAAAAAAG8/2s8c9q0qIFM/s1600-h/Picture032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 115px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SfivBUDIUXI/AAAAAAAAAG8/2s8c9q0qIFM/s200/Picture032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330202596089549170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SfivyIQEV0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/xWT2Dy5jKGA/s1600-h/Picture028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 121px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SfivyIQEV0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/xWT2Dy5jKGA/s200/Picture028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330203434736179010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photos taken by Emma, 5 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-2482445583172471627?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/2482445583172471627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/04/room-hung-with-pictures-is-room-hung.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/2482445583172471627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/2482445583172471627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/04/room-hung-with-pictures-is-room-hung.html' title='A Room Hung With Pictures is a Room Hung With Thought'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SfivBqHOlDI/AAAAAAAAAHE/JrbXdh9ODd0/s72-c/Picture046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-6480582586168221850</id><published>2009-04-28T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T17:47:28.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CP 8865 East, Clear Signal Leaving Chapleau</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SfeiVUojMgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/drU139ApcqE/s1600-h/Train.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 131px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SfeiVUojMgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/drU139ApcqE/s200/Train.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329907171216011778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was driving down the street this evening just as the sun was setting behind an East-bound train that was pulling into town and strangely enough, that rusty old grain train was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen and it made me wish I was working it.  One of the best things about my job is getting to see so many beautiful sunrises and sunsets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-6480582586168221850?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/6480582586168221850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/04/cp-8865-east-clear-signal-leaving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/6480582586168221850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/6480582586168221850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/04/cp-8865-east-clear-signal-leaving.html' title='CP 8865 East, Clear Signal Leaving Chapleau'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SfeiVUojMgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/drU139ApcqE/s72-c/Train.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-2856664220740351153</id><published>2009-04-25T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T08:16:43.053-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Road Trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orlando'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florida'/><title type='text'>Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!</title><content type='html'>&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TWTcmnKt47Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TWTcmnKt47Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-2856664220740351153?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/2856664220740351153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/2856664220740351153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/2856664220740351153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-7324723148402871160</id><published>2009-04-25T07:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T08:00:28.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney World 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SfMZ2hXySYI/AAAAAAAAADk/i5aEKTXRKA8/s1600-h/Picture+176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 96px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SfMZ2hXySYI/AAAAAAAAADk/i5aEKTXRKA8/s200/Picture+176.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328631208571193730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Adam and I standing in front of Cinderella's Castle at Disney's Magic Kingdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SfMgaFnoPkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/lNPyrzZVBB0/s1600-h/Picture+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 96px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SfMgaFnoPkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/lNPyrzZVBB0/s200/Picture+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328638416666508866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Adam posing with some kind of creature outside of the Buzz Lightyear's Space Ranger Spin ride in Disney's Magic Kingdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SfMZ2WpYB0I/AAAAAAAAADU/E6jqCazoNDs/s1600-h/Picture+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 96px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SfMZ2WpYB0I/AAAAAAAAADU/E6jqCazoNDs/s200/Picture+103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328631205692180290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Adam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stopping for a picture at Disney's Animal Kingdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SfMgaHt1qVI/AAAAAAAAADs/xGFraodaofc/s1600-h/Picture+140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 96px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SfMgaHt1qVI/AAAAAAAAADs/xGFraodaofc/s200/Picture+140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328638417229424978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Looking at the flaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;os&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;on the Kilimanjaro Safari &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ride at Disney's Animal Kingdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SfMZ2OVKZcI/AAAAAAAAADE/9z1aOApI8eM/s1600-h/Picture+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 96px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SfMZ2OVKZcI/AAAAAAAAADE/9z1aOApI8eM/s200/Picture+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328631203459917250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Adam and I standing outsi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cirque du Soleil - La Nouba&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Downtown Disney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SfMZ2EYyB5I/AAAAAAAAADM/mbyFSZ82WpA/s1600-h/Picture+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 96px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SfMZ2EYyB5I/AAAAAAAAADM/mbyFSZ82WpA/s200/Picture+088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328631200790742930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Giant dog nose and myself sniffing each other at the "Honey, I Shrunk the Kids" Movie Set Adventure at Disney's Hollywood Studios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SfMZ2j-JhnI/AAAAAAAAADc/qc-7ODmB7Oc/s1600-h/Picture+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 96px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SfMZ2j-JhnI/AAAAAAAAADc/qc-7ODmB7Oc/s200/Picture+092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328631209268971122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Standing in front of The Twilight Zone Tower of Terror ride at Disney's Hollywood Studios - Best ride of the day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-7324723148402871160?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/7324723148402871160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/04/disney-world-2009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/7324723148402871160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/7324723148402871160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/04/disney-world-2009.html' title='Disney World 2009'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SfMZ2hXySYI/AAAAAAAAADk/i5aEKTXRKA8/s72-c/Picture+176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-4349806245353346679</id><published>2009-04-23T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T06:00:23.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Reasons Why My Boyfriend Is The Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SfEObBRXD4I/AAAAAAAAACo/AGIrT05ucGs/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SfEObBRXD4I/AAAAAAAAACo/AGIrT05ucGs/s200/love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328055691516514178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1.  He gives me a foot massage every single night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2.  He smells delicious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3.  He reads me Dr. Seuss stories before bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4.  He lets me hold the remote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5.  He's a good cook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;6.  He's funny, smart and kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;7.  He's honest, silly and gentle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;8.  His hands always warm me up when I'm cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;9.  He has a hot cup of tea ready for me when I walk in the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;10.  We have matching chins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-4349806245353346679?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/4349806245353346679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/04/ten-reasons-why-my-boyfriend-is-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/4349806245353346679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/4349806245353346679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/04/ten-reasons-why-my-boyfriend-is-best.html' title='Ten Reasons Why My Boyfriend Is The Best'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SfEObBRXD4I/AAAAAAAAACo/AGIrT05ucGs/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-6974056420557003309</id><published>2009-04-22T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:24:53.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Se8t0Ei2i_I/AAAAAAAAACg/cyaOaYIZgLQ/s1600-h/earth-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 151px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Se8t0Ei2i_I/AAAAAAAAACg/cyaOaYIZgLQ/s200/earth-day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327527256798956530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In my attempt to help our planet I did the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Did &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; use paper towels- Used dish towels instead&lt;br /&gt;-  Bought eco-friendly windshield washer fluid&lt;br /&gt;-  Turned all the lights off and enjoyed natural sunlight&lt;br /&gt;-  Walked instead of drove&lt;br /&gt;-  Re-used plastic grocery bags&lt;br /&gt;- Used bio-degradable toilet paper&lt;br /&gt;- Used rechargeable batteries&lt;br /&gt;- Hung clothes to dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all I can think of...  Wish I could have done more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-6974056420557003309?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/6974056420557003309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/04/earth-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/6974056420557003309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/6974056420557003309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/04/earth-day.html' title='Earth Day'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Se8t0Ei2i_I/AAAAAAAAACg/cyaOaYIZgLQ/s72-c/earth-day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-2924035243858191050</id><published>2009-04-07T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:59:13.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You Kris ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Sdw9JZAueOI/AAAAAAAAACY/DRVqREQmg5g/s1600-h/my+sisters+keeper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Sdw9JZAueOI/AAAAAAAAACY/DRVqREQmg5g/s200/my+sisters+keeper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322196091187132642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Sister's Keeper&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jodi Picoult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna is not sick, but she might as well be.  By age thirteen, she has undergone countless surgeries, transfusions, and shots so that her older sister, Kate, can somehow fight the leukemia that has plagued her since childhood.  The product of preimplantation genetic diagnosis, Anna was conceived as a bone marrow match for Kate- a life and a role that she has never challenged...  until now.  Like most teenagers, Anna is beginning to question who she truly is.  But unlike most teenagers, she has always been defined in terms of her sister- and so Anna makes a decision that for most would be unthinkable, a decision that will tear her family apart and have perhaps fatal consequences for the sister she loves.  A provocative novel that raises some important ethical issues, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Sister's Keeper&lt;/span&gt; is the story of one family's struggle for survival at all human costs and a stunning moral parable for all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grade:  A+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-2924035243858191050?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/2924035243858191050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-you-kris.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/2924035243858191050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/2924035243858191050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-you-kris.html' title='I Love You Kris ♥'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Sdw9JZAueOI/AAAAAAAAACY/DRVqREQmg5g/s72-c/my+sisters+keeper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-5545466239336373152</id><published>2009-04-06T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:43:58.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Which Is Bitter To Endure May Be Sweet To Remember</title><content type='html'>One of the best things in life is putting on clothes that you haven't worn in over a year and finding something in the pocket that you forgot existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I found a toonie and a grocery list from when I was living in Sudbury  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-5545466239336373152?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/5545466239336373152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/04/that-which-is-bitter-to-endure-may-be.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/5545466239336373152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/5545466239336373152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/04/that-which-is-bitter-to-endure-may-be.html' title='That Which Is Bitter To Endure May Be Sweet To Remember'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-8866745541339421379</id><published>2009-04-05T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T16:13:42.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Not Seek Death.  Death Will Find You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Sdk69azEhDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nWw0lPA-jTE/s1600-h/ADirtyJob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Sdk69azEhDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nWw0lPA-jTE/s200/ADirtyJob.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321349261554910258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Dirty Job&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christopher Moore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie Asher is a pretty normal guy with a normal life, married to a bright and pretty woman who actually loves him for his normalcy.  They're even about to have their first child.  Yes, Charlie's doing okay - until people start dropping dead around him, and everywhere he goes a dark presence whispers to him from under the streets.  Charlie Asher, it seems, has been recruited for a new position:  as Death.&lt;br /&gt;It's a dirty job.  But, hey!  Somebody's gotta do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grade:  A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-8866745541339421379?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/8866745541339421379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-not-seek-death-death-will-find-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/8866745541339421379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/8866745541339421379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-not-seek-death-death-will-find-you.html' title='Do Not Seek Death.  Death Will Find You.'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Sdk69azEhDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nWw0lPA-jTE/s72-c/ADirtyJob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-7202931217159638324</id><published>2009-04-01T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T09:05:10.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C13H16N2O2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SdOQmrpTLdI/AAAAAAAAACA/_zMZBKjDiBA/s1600-h/Melatonin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SdOQmrpTLdI/AAAAAAAAACA/_zMZBKjDiBA/s200/Melatonin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319754579080064466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'd like to share with you a little piece of information on my favourite word in the English language, and the most beautiful word ever written... &lt;i&gt;Melatonin&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Melatonin, &lt;/i&gt;a natural hormone manufactured by the pineal gland in the brain, communicates information about light to different parts of the body. It helps regulate biological rhythms and plays an important role in the reproductive cycles of many animals. In humans it is best known for helping to regulate the body's circadian sleep-wake cycle. Melatonin production is affected by light exposure to the eyes; melatonin levels rise during the night and fall during the day, becoming almost undetectable. Though it does not actually induce sleep, melatonin can have sleep-promoting effects. Experiments have shown that at high doses melatonin lowers body temperature, decreases motor activity, and increases fatigue. Melatonin production starts falling after puberty, and it can virtually disappear in the elderly, a phenomenon which could help to explain why sleep disturbances are more prevalent among older adults. Marketed as a dietary supplement and touted as a cure-all for insomnia, jet lag, and even cancer and aging, the overall effects of melatonin on human health are still largely unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a beautiful thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Source: Dictionary.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-7202931217159638324?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/7202931217159638324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/04/c13h16n2o2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/7202931217159638324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/7202931217159638324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/04/c13h16n2o2.html' title='C13H16N2O2'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SdOQmrpTLdI/AAAAAAAAACA/_zMZBKjDiBA/s72-c/Melatonin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-176149452116667414</id><published>2009-03-26T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:48:55.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Party, To Live It Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/ScxMbYoI7rI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mieTW7Q_nUA/s1600-h/LaNouba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/ScxMbYoI7rI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mieTW7Q_nUA/s200/LaNouba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317709293368700594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We purchased our Cirque du Soleil - &lt;i&gt;La Nouba&lt;/i&gt; tickets this evening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-176149452116667414?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/176149452116667414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-party-to-live-it-up.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/176149452116667414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/176149452116667414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-party-to-live-it-up.html' title='To Party, To Live It Up'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/ScxMbYoI7rI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mieTW7Q_nUA/s72-c/LaNouba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-1134464039475018040</id><published>2009-03-24T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T16:15:13.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Night, Do You Remember, We Were Sailing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SckzlewGfeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/QvnqPbl8hzM/s1600-h/MadameBovary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SckzlewGfeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/QvnqPbl8hzM/s320/MadameBovary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316837554090573282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Madame Bovary&lt;/b&gt; by &lt;i&gt;Gustave Flaubert&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored and unhappy in a lifeless marriage, Emma Bovary yearns to escape from the dull circumstances of provincial life.  Married to a simple-minded but indulgent country doctor, she takes one lover, then another, hastens her husband's financial ruin with her extravagance, and eventually commits suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grade:  B-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-1134464039475018040?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/1134464039475018040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-night-do-you-remember-we-were.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/1134464039475018040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/1134464039475018040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-night-do-you-remember-we-were.html' title='One Night, Do You Remember, We Were Sailing'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/SckzlewGfeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/QvnqPbl8hzM/s72-c/MadameBovary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-8386256111277660182</id><published>2009-03-21T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T20:59:43.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Scare Because We Care</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/ScW2wiFE2SI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ahT_umOZivE/s1600-h/sully.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/ScW2wiFE2SI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ahT_umOZivE/s200/sully.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315855880078809378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since I am just one person, who was created by two people, it is only natural that I share some of the same qualities to those of my creators.  I asked someone to name me my two &lt;i&gt;best&lt;/i&gt; qualities, and my two &lt;i&gt;worst&lt;/i&gt; qualities.  This is the reply I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best&lt;/b&gt; - funny, caring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Worst&lt;/b&gt; - temperamental, neurotic&lt;br /&gt;I came to the conclusion that all of my &lt;i&gt;good&lt;/i&gt; qualities I got from my Mom, and all of my &lt;i&gt;nasty&lt;/i&gt; qualities I got from my Dad.  I was also told that I look more like my Dad than my Mom which scares the crap out of me.  My Mom is beautiful and my Dad is frightening.  Alas, I am cutely-monstrous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-8386256111277660182?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/8386256111277660182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-scare-because-we-care.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/8386256111277660182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/8386256111277660182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-scare-because-we-care.html' title='We Scare Because We Care'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/ScW2wiFE2SI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ahT_umOZivE/s72-c/sully.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-8245192895510433588</id><published>2009-03-19T16:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T18:43:34.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Espanola...  A Fine Paper Town!</title><content type='html'>A picture of my mom's house can be seen on the main page of the Espanola website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.town.espanola.on.ca/"&gt;View picture here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that the town should have &lt;i&gt;asked&lt;/i&gt; my mom permission before they just slapped a pic of her place on the internet.  But that's just my opinion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;**Edit - Picture has been removed**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-8245192895510433588?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/8245192895510433588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/03/espanola-fine-paper-town.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/8245192895510433588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/8245192895510433588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/03/espanola-fine-paper-town.html' title='Espanola...  A Fine Paper Town!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-4211716745405264592</id><published>2009-03-10T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T10:29:50.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Is My DeLorean?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si6btWH-BuI/AAAAAAAAALE/qB77Q22_wz0/s1600-h/scaredy-cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 141px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si6btWH-BuI/AAAAAAAAALE/qB77Q22_wz0/s200/scaredy-cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345381011070781154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All electronics cause cancer- It's a fact.  And lucky for me I have X-ray vision. I was just examining the back of my ipod case and I could actually see the area where the gamma rays and electro-waves are disfiguring the plastic in the spot where you plug the cord into the ipod. You can't see this with the naked eye though... you need laser-eyes, which is precisely what I have tonight. I can actually feel my brain cells frying and being mutated as I sit here listening to Kanye West. My immune system is deteriorating as we speak and it's all thanks to the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-4211716745405264592?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/4211716745405264592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-is-my-delorean.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/4211716745405264592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/4211716745405264592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-is-my-delorean.html' title='Where Is My DeLorean?'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si6btWH-BuI/AAAAAAAAALE/qB77Q22_wz0/s72-c/scaredy-cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-6208908755753947772</id><published>2009-03-08T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T10:40:21.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Dreams, Sweet Cheeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si6eTHaVV1I/AAAAAAAAALc/AkC1dDYSrHw/s1600-h/sleepisgood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si6eTHaVV1I/AAAAAAAAALc/AkC1dDYSrHw/s200/sleepisgood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345383858979559250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone always says that as you get older you start waking up earlier every morning... And I believe it because literally every old person I know wakes up at like 5 a.m. every day, which makes me want to puke my brains out... I don't think I'll &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt; be an earlier riser... Ever. I'm 22 and I could still sleep in till 3 in the afternoon if I wanted to.  I love to sleep. Sleep makes Jessie a happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plans for tonight: Test the efficiency of the chewable ginger-flavoured non-drowsy gravol. I bought these disgusting little things for work because I get really car sick (or &lt;i&gt;train&lt;/i&gt; sick actually) when I'm going on a night ride.  P.S.  These things are nasty- don't buy them!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si6eG9dCmpI/AAAAAAAAALU/AuDtRNxCPxY/s1600-h/chewablegravol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 138px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si6eG9dCmpI/AAAAAAAAALU/AuDtRNxCPxY/s200/chewablegravol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345383650148129426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plans for tomorrow:  &lt;i&gt;Think&lt;/i&gt; about washing my truck because she's a dirty little whore. I don't know if I'll actually get around to doing it, but it's all good because I have other things to do... Like listen to the new music Adam put on my ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this new pet peeve: When idiot drivers flash their lights at me for no reason. It only happens at night. I was always under the impression that you only flash other drivers when a) they have their high beams on in your face or b) to warn someone that there's a cop hidden around the corner and they should slow down. But neither of those things ever apply... So what gives?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-6208908755753947772?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/6208908755753947772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/03/sweet-dreams-sweet-cheeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/6208908755753947772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/6208908755753947772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/03/sweet-dreams-sweet-cheeks.html' title='Sweet Dreams, Sweet Cheeks'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si6eTHaVV1I/AAAAAAAAALc/AkC1dDYSrHw/s72-c/sleepisgood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-1027404690762388661</id><published>2009-03-05T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T10:51:46.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Strange Place Indeed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si6g7dSGj5I/AAAAAAAAALs/QuiVnOJVjYI/s1600-h/neverwhere.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si6g7dSGj5I/AAAAAAAAALs/QuiVnOJVjYI/s200/neverwhere.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345386751068639122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Neverwhere&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Neil Gaiman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Mayhew is a plain man with a good heart- and an ordinary life that is changed forever on a day he stops to help a girl he finds bleeding on a London sidewalk. From that moment forward he is propelled into a world he never dreamed existed- a dark subculture flourishing in abandoned subway stations and sewer tunnels below the city- a world far stranger and more dangerous than the only one he has ever known...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grade:  B+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-1027404690762388661?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/1027404690762388661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/03/strange-place-indeed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/1027404690762388661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/1027404690762388661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/03/strange-place-indeed.html' title='A Strange Place Indeed'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si6g7dSGj5I/AAAAAAAAALs/QuiVnOJVjYI/s72-c/neverwhere.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-8508586058529128927</id><published>2009-03-02T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T10:59:28.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear Is The Heart Of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si6isEGsQfI/AAAAAAAAAL0/B7xpy6JC0F8/s1600-h/tea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 127px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si6isEGsQfI/AAAAAAAAAL0/B7xpy6JC0F8/s200/tea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345388685635109362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things that I am grateful for today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Peppermint tea&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family&lt;br /&gt;Cats&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warmth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-8508586058529128927?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/8508586058529128927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/03/fear-is-heart-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/8508586058529128927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/8508586058529128927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/03/fear-is-heart-of-love.html' title='Fear Is The Heart Of Love'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si6isEGsQfI/AAAAAAAAAL0/B7xpy6JC0F8/s72-c/tea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-6135748636418905570</id><published>2009-03-02T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T11:12:22.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Never Did You Should.  These Things Are Fun, And Fun Is Good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday to two very special people - My Gramma and Dr. Seuss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si6lg_rr4mI/AAAAAAAAAMM/H-melHM_eHk/s1600-h/drseuss2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si6lg_rr4mI/AAAAAAAAAMM/H-melHM_eHk/s200/drseuss2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345391794004419170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adam decorating the "Happy Birthday Dr. Seuss" cake we made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si6k4V5htuI/AAAAAAAAAL8/wjpiJUbHbTs/s1600-h/drseuss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 79px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si6k4V5htuI/AAAAAAAAAL8/wjpiJUbHbTs/s200/drseuss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345391095593416418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Google's birthday present for Dr. Seuss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-6135748636418905570?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/6135748636418905570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-you-never-did-you-should-these.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/6135748636418905570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/6135748636418905570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-you-never-did-you-should-these.html' title='If You Never Did You Should.  These Things Are Fun, And Fun Is Good!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si6lg_rr4mI/AAAAAAAAAMM/H-melHM_eHk/s72-c/drseuss2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-6661706731842850984</id><published>2009-03-01T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T11:16:20.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dangers of Carbon Capture and Storage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si6m4DVB7KI/AAAAAAAAAMU/HAMqQuJ6r8A/s1600-h/DSF.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 71px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si6m4DVB7KI/AAAAAAAAAMU/HAMqQuJ6r8A/s200/DSF.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345393289631755426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;David Suzuki posted a really interesting article on his website about the government's idea for their climate change plans. It doesn't sound like such a great plan to me though... Carbon capture and storage is a brutal plan, actually. Pumping CO2 into the ground and just leaving the gas there is obviously going to screw with &lt;i&gt;our&lt;/i&gt; health, the &lt;i&gt;soil's&lt;/i&gt; health, the &lt;i&gt;planet's&lt;/i&gt; health, &lt;i&gt;etc&lt;/i&gt;. I can't believe how many stupid idiots there are in this world. It actually makes me really, really mad when I think about it. Instead of spending all that money doing something that is so obviously moronic, why don't they use the money to &lt;i&gt;research&lt;/i&gt; what effects the CO2 being stored under the Earth's surface could possibly have &lt;i&gt;before&lt;/i&gt; just going ahead and doing it and finding out &lt;i&gt;later&lt;/i&gt; that it wasn't such a good idea in the first place, or spend some of that money on &lt;i&gt;renewable energy&lt;/i&gt;. Eventually we're going to run out of fossil fuels so why not start weaning off of it now and try to conserve what precious resources we have left on the planet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.davidsuzuki.org/about_us/Dr_David_Suzuki/Article_Archives/weekly02270901.asp"&gt;Here's the article&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-6661706731842850984?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/6661706731842850984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/03/dangers-of-carbon-capture-and-storage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/6661706731842850984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/6661706731842850984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/03/dangers-of-carbon-capture-and-storage.html' title='Dangers of Carbon Capture and Storage'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si6m4DVB7KI/AAAAAAAAAMU/HAMqQuJ6r8A/s72-c/DSF.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-8559629779285673361</id><published>2009-02-26T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T11:29:16.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It Not Good To Make Society Full Of Beautiful People?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Uglies&lt;/b&gt;, written by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scott Westerfeld&lt;/span&gt;, is a science-fiction four-book series which is set in the future in a world where everyone is turned "pretty" at the age of sixteen. The Uglies series deals with themes of emotional and physical change, body image, individuality and creativity, conformity, body image, peer pressure, and being told how to look, act and behave by the "government". I had gotten the first two books, Uglies and Pretties, from my sister for Christmas and upon reading them, quickly became enthralled and needed to get the rest of the series. On a whole the series was great. I really enjoyed reading each book and would recommend them to anyone who likes young adult fiction/minor sci-fi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si6oe1UhdeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/LQX-Lvf6eMA/s1600-h/uglies1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si6oe1UhdeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/LQX-Lvf6eMA/s200/uglies1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345395055398057442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tally is about to turn sixteen, and she can't wait. Not for her license- for turning pretty. In Tally's world, your sixteenth birthday brings an operation that turns you from a repellent ugly to a stunningly attractive pretty and catapults you into a high-tech paradise where your only job is to have a really great time. In just a few weeks Tally will be there.&lt;br /&gt;But Tally's new friend Shay isn't sure she wants to be pretty. She'd rather risk life on the outside. When Shay runs away, Tally learns about a whole new side of the pretty world- and it isn't very pretty. The authorities offer Tally the worst choice she can imagine: find her friend and turn her in, or never turn pretty at all. The choice Tally makes changes her world forever.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grade:  A+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si6obkkJGjI/AAAAAAAAAMs/mc64hppipqs/s1600-h/pretties2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si6obkkJGjI/AAAAAAAAAMs/mc64hppipqs/s200/pretties2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345394999360559666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tally has finally become pretty. Now her looks are beyond perfect, her clothes are awesome, her boyfriend is totally hot, and she's completely popular. It's everything she's ever wanted.&lt;br /&gt;But beneath all the fun- the nonstop parties, the high-tech luxury, the total freedom- is a nagging sense that something's wrong. Something important. Then a message from Tally's ugly past arrives. Reading it, Tally remembers what's wrong with pretty life, and the fun stops cold.&lt;br /&gt;Now she has to choose between fighting to forget what she knows and fighting for her life- because the authorities don't intend to let anyone with this information survive.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grade:  A-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si6oWo-o3ZI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Nx0c4cTrw3E/s1600-h/specials3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si6oWo-o3ZI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Nx0c4cTrw3E/s200/specials3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345394914646089106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tally thought they were a rumor, but now she's one of them. A Special. A super-amped fighting machine, engineered to keep the uglies down and the pretties stupid.&lt;br /&gt;But maybe being perfectly programmed with strength and focus &lt;i&gt;isn't&lt;/i&gt; better than anything she's ever known.  Tally still has memories of something else.&lt;br /&gt;But it's easy for her to tune that out- until she's offered a chance to stamp out the rebels of the New Smoke permanently. It all comes down to one last choice: listen to that tiny, faint heartbeat, or carry out the mission she's programmed to complete. Either way, Tally's world will never be the same.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grade:  A-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si6oTFkkRwI/AAAAAAAAAMc/cgwDnhGdb2k/s1600-h/extras4.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si6oTFkkRwI/AAAAAAAAAMc/cgwDnhGdb2k/s200/extras4.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345394853601888002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a few years after rebel Tally Youngblood took down the uglies/pretties/specials regime. Without those strict roles and rules, the world is in a complete cultural renaissance. "Tech-heads" flaunt their latest gadgets, "kickers" spread gossip and trends, and "surge monkeys" are hooked on extreme plastic surgery. And it's all monitored on a bazillion different cameras. The world is like a gigantic game of &lt;i&gt;American Idol&lt;/i&gt;.  Whoever is getting the most buzz gets the most votes.  Popularity rules.&lt;br /&gt;As if being fifteen doesn't suck enough, Aya Fuse's rank of 451,396 is so low, she's a total nobody. An extra. Her only chance to escape extra-land is to find a big story to kick- something wild and unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;Then Aya meets a clique of girls who pull crazy tricks, yet are deeply secretive of it. But the Sly Girls are hiding something bigger- an explosive discovery that may change the face of the brave new world forever. If Aya kicks this story, she'll be propelled into the world of fame, celebrity... and extreme danger. A world she's not prepared for.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grade:  A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-8559629779285673361?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/8559629779285673361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-it-not-good-to-make-society-full-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/8559629779285673361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/8559629779285673361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-it-not-good-to-make-society-full-of.html' title='Is It Not Good To Make Society Full Of Beautiful People?'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si6oe1UhdeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/LQX-Lvf6eMA/s72-c/uglies1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-5086403839056604048</id><published>2009-02-26T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T11:35:08.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Makes Me Feel Like A Madman On The Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si6rSWndCLI/AAAAAAAAAM8/P6Yii-04YeM/s1600-h/sleepingkitten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 135px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si6rSWndCLI/AAAAAAAAAM8/P6Yii-04YeM/s200/sleepingkitten.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345398139532413106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans for tonight:  Overdose on Gravol at 7pm and sleep till noon tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-5086403839056604048?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/5086403839056604048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/02/makes-me-feel-like-madman-on-run.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/5086403839056604048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/5086403839056604048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/02/makes-me-feel-like-madman-on-run.html' title='Makes Me Feel Like A Madman On The Run'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si6rSWndCLI/AAAAAAAAAM8/P6Yii-04YeM/s72-c/sleepingkitten.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-6135362342558789070</id><published>2009-02-24T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T10:00:48.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At The End It All Begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can remember when we were kids we would spend almost whole summers out at Gramma's house on the sandy shore of Lake Superior just 55km north of Sault Ste Marie, Ontario. One of the things I remember most is the selection of wild fruit and vegetables that could be found in that area. Peas used to grow in the place where the grass met the sand down at the beach and my sister could always be found down in that little area eating the peas like they were going out of style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si6s7gr4ZEI/AAAAAAAAANk/gbmg0EVUZa4/s1600-h/CAMP1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345399946121602114" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si6s7gr4ZEI/AAAAAAAAANk/gbmg0EVUZa4/s200/CAMP1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 151px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss being able to spend time out there. Laying in the sun, paddle-boat adventures, toad hunting at night, bonfires with all the kids from down the beach, quad rides through the bush, beautiful view of the lake, friendly neighbours, the smell of fresh air, the stars in the sky at night, feeding chippy from your hand, boats and sea-doos, country music, family, great food, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si6shGK-PII/AAAAAAAAANU/ADX4TBNu8yQ/s1600-h/CAMP2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345399492327652482" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si6shGK-PII/AAAAAAAAANU/ADX4TBNu8yQ/s200/CAMP2.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 152px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;I'd give anything to be a kid again and never have to grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si6sdxz_4fI/AAAAAAAAANM/uHmmemdGIyA/s1600-h/CAMP3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345399435322974706" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si6sdxz_4fI/AAAAAAAAANM/uHmmemdGIyA/s200/CAMP3.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 152px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-6135362342558789070?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/6135362342558789070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/02/at-end-it-all-begins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/6135362342558789070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/6135362342558789070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/02/at-end-it-all-begins.html' title='At The End It All Begins'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si6s7gr4ZEI/AAAAAAAAANk/gbmg0EVUZa4/s72-c/CAMP1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-4707754475326276198</id><published>2009-02-19T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:01:22.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain On My Parade</title><content type='html'>I haven't updated in a couple days.  This is because:&lt;br /&gt;a)  It started to snow again&lt;br /&gt;b)  I spent over $40 on lottery tickets and won nothing, not even a free play&lt;br /&gt;c)  I gave Adam his birthday present two days early&lt;br /&gt;d)  I'm going to be called back to work soon&lt;br /&gt;e)  My glass of water is at the other side of the room and I can't move because Bubbles is sleeping on my lap&lt;br /&gt;f)  I think Bubbles farted on me&lt;br /&gt;g)  My dresser broke&lt;br /&gt;h)  My room is messy&lt;br /&gt;i)  I've been eating a lot of pasta lately&lt;br /&gt;j)  There is sand in the toilet&lt;br /&gt;k)  I did laundry last week&lt;br /&gt;l)  The librarian in town can't spell "ugly"&lt;br /&gt;m)  My mitts have a hole in them&lt;br /&gt;n)  The first thing I see every morning is an old receipt on my floor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-4707754475326276198?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/4707754475326276198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/02/rain-on-my-parade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/4707754475326276198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/4707754475326276198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/02/rain-on-my-parade.html' title='Rain On My Parade'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-9056452113408017493</id><published>2009-02-19T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T11:55:59.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aww, Shucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It's not that I want the world to know I have a girlfriend, it's that I want them to know I'm going out with you because I think you're great"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;    &lt;/strong&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-9056452113408017493?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/9056452113408017493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/02/aww-shucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/9056452113408017493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/9056452113408017493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/02/aww-shucks.html' title='Aww, Shucks'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-270155134941793961</id><published>2009-02-13T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:08:39.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Porn Star for Senator</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si6y-2a68lI/AAAAAAAAANs/atRmqg-_U_8/s1600-h/daniels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 125px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si6y-2a68lI/AAAAAAAAANs/atRmqg-_U_8/s200/daniels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345406600565420626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was watching CNN this afternoon. They were interviewing a Porn Star who is running for Senator. She was bashing a current Senator for being caught up in a sex scandal with a prostitute... Like she's so much better than he is... hahah&lt;br /&gt;What is this world coming to? You know something's wrong down there in the great U.S. of A. when people think a porn star has the right morals and values to be senator. Not only that, but the current senator might lose his job because he paid for sex, that lonely bastard... Reminds me of my dad. And I'm not kidding. But anyways, that senator should not only lose his job, but also go to jail because prostitution is illegal in the States (minus Nevada and Rhode Island). When the porn star was asked if she follows politics she said "not really, but anyone who knows me knows I'm always up for a hard challenge" or something along those lines.&lt;br /&gt;I have an idea... How about electing someone who doesn't pay for sex, someone who doesn't have sex with a million people on camera, and someone who knows what the eff the job entails. It's scary to think that a porn star might be the next senator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that disturbed about the guy and the prostitute, because lots of people pay for sex, ie. my dad, and you have to expect something like that from the world leaders (they all do it... Remember Clinton and What's-her-face?) but what kind of &lt;i&gt;does&lt;/i&gt; bother me is that when he apologized at a press conference his wife stood by him and supported him. Is she mental? He just cheated on her with a scummy prostitute (probably not the first time either) and all she can say about it is "That's ok honey, I don't mind getting STD's. Now go apologize to the world and I'll stand by you and make myself look like a pitiful fool for the rest of my life because I have no respect for myself and I believe this is the best I can ever do. I know that I'm worthless and good for nothing because you have told me several times that I am."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-270155134941793961?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/270155134941793961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/02/porn-star-for-senator.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/270155134941793961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/270155134941793961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/02/porn-star-for-senator.html' title='Porn Star for Senator'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si6y-2a68lI/AAAAAAAAANs/atRmqg-_U_8/s72-c/daniels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-3385726637665922706</id><published>2009-02-06T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:20:33.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Keep On Believing, The Dreams That You Wish Will Come True</title><content type='html'>I was reading &lt;i&gt;Princess - The Essential Guide&lt;/i&gt; with my little cousin yesterday and I found it very interesting to learn that they've recently added to the list of Disney Princesses.  Pocahontas and Mulan are now princesses as well.  Good for them!  Anyways I'm going to list the character traits of each Princess and you can decide which one is most like you.  It'll be so much fun! &lt;br /&gt;*Adam says I'm most like Ariel, so it must be true*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/blacktongue_05/pic/000016ka/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/blacktongue_05/pic/000016ka" border="0" width="100" height="144" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;About Snow White&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She's so sweet and gentle, she makes lots of friends wherever she goes&lt;br /&gt;- She is always cheerful and looks on the bright side&lt;br /&gt;- She is romantic and longs to meet her true love&lt;br /&gt;- She is practical and works hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/blacktongue_05/pic/00002fpa/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/blacktongue_05/pic/00002fpa" border="0" width="100" height="111" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;About Cinderella&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She is cheerful and sunny, no matter how difficult things are&lt;br /&gt;- Cinderella is hard-working and practical and can cook and sew&lt;br /&gt;- She is very caring, and her heart is full of kindness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/blacktongue_05/pic/000039ys/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/blacktongue_05/pic/000039ys" border="0" width="100" height="136" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;About Aurora&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She's gentle and sweet-natured.  All who know her love her&lt;br /&gt;- Aurora is thoughtful and unspoiled.  She is always willing to help&lt;br /&gt;- She is a romantic and believes that her dreams of love will one day come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/blacktongue_05/pic/00004hq6/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/blacktongue_05/pic/00004hq6" border="0" width="100" height="119" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;About Ariel&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She's adventurous and curious&lt;br /&gt;- Headstrong and impulsive, Ariel refuses to listen to her father&lt;br /&gt;- She is romantic and gives up her voice for love&lt;br /&gt;- Ariel is funny and brave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/blacktongue_05/pic/00005rdy/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/blacktongue_05/pic/00005rdy" border="0" width="100" height="127" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;About Belle&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She is loyal and gives up her freedom for the father she adores&lt;br /&gt;- She's clever and makes her own judgments&lt;br /&gt;- She is imaginative and loves to read stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/blacktongue_05/pic/00006502/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/blacktongue_05/pic/00006502" border="0" width="100" height="106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;About Jasmine&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fiercely independent, she longs to be free and able to make her own choices&lt;br /&gt;- She's brave and isn't afraid to stand up to Jafar and speak her own mind!&lt;br /&gt;- She's adventurous and intelligent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/blacktongue_05/pic/00007zhb/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/blacktongue_05/pic/00007zhb" border="0" width="100" height="110" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;About Mulan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She's kind and caring, but also a little clumsy and accident prone&lt;br /&gt;- She loves her family more than anything and will do anything to make them happy&lt;br /&gt;- She's brave and clever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/blacktongue_05/pic/00008paa/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/blacktongue_05/pic/00008paa" border="0" width="100" height="111" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;About Pocahontas&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stubborn and independent, she doesn't want to marry Kocoum&lt;br /&gt;- Pocahontas means "little mischief"&lt;br /&gt;- She is also brave enough to stand up for what she believes in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-3385726637665922706?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/3385726637665922706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-you-keep-on-believing-dreams-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/3385726637665922706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/3385726637665922706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-you-keep-on-believing-dreams-that.html' title='If You Keep On Believing, The Dreams That You Wish Will Come True'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-2401366473698991014</id><published>2009-02-05T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:24:09.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, Hi, Hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si62k_GR_2I/AAAAAAAAAN0/PDObpXOsU4k/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si62k_GR_2I/AAAAAAAAAN0/PDObpXOsU4k/s320/love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345410554264682338" 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/4947563628741609810-2401366473698991014?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/2401366473698991014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey-hi-hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/2401366473698991014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/2401366473698991014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey-hi-hello.html' title='Hey, Hi, Hello!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si62k_GR_2I/AAAAAAAAAN0/PDObpXOsU4k/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-8278657992580217574</id><published>2009-02-03T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:26:30.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Smell Sex and Candy</title><content type='html'>In honor of the upcoming 'Valentine's Day' I took it upon myself to put together a list of the 20 Sexiest Songs of All Time.  I know I'm probably missing some good ones so if you think of any that you feel should be on the list, please share!  There were two songs that I wasn't sure if I should put on the list...  Marvin Gaye's  &lt;i&gt;Let's Get It On&lt;/i&gt; and Chris Isaak's &lt;i&gt;Wicked Games&lt;/i&gt;.  Most people would probably have these two songs at the top of their 'sexy songs list' but I can't stand either of them so I didn't put them on mine.  I started the list at #20 and worked my way down to the #1 sexiest song.  I hope you like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20.  Worked Up So Sexual by The Faint&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Is it good to get these men worked up so sex- so sexual?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19.  Drive by Melissa Ferrick&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Right here between your hips / This is where I want to live / It's where all the love you give exists"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;18.  The Look by Roxette&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Heavenly bound cause heaven's got a number / When she's spinning me around, kissing is a colour / Her loving is a wild dog ... She's got the look"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17.  Sexy Results by Death From Above 1979&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Sexy girl meet me in the bathroom / Sexy girl call me on the phone / Woman friend take me to your bedroom / Let me show you how I am full grown"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. F**k the Pain Away by Peaches&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Sucking on my titties like you wanted me / Calling me all the time like Blondie / Check out my chrissy behind / It's fine all of the time"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15.  Some Candy Talking by Jesus and Mary Chain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I'm going down to the place tonight / To see if I can get a taste tonight / A taste of something warm and sweet / That shivers your bones and rises your heat"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14.  Heartbeats by The Knife&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"One night of magic rush / The start - a simple touch / One night to push and scream / And then relief"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13.  I Touch Myself by The Divinyls&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I don't want anybody else / When I think about you I touch myself"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12.  Get It On by T.Rex&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Well you dance when you walk / So let's dance, take a chance, understand me / You're dirty sweet and you're my girl"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11.  Sex Dwarf by Soft Cell&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I would like you on a long black leash / I would parade you down the high street / You've got the attraction / You've got the pulling power / Walk my little doggy / Walk my little sex dwarf"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10.  Snakeface by Throwing Muses&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"One more button undone / Next week I'll be a lousy liar / Next time I'll say when you move me"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9.  Ooh La La by Goldfrapp&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Switch me on / Turn me up / I want to touch you / You're just made for love"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8.  Cherry Blossom Girl by Air&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I don't want to be shy / Can't stand it anymore / I just want to say 'Hi' to the one I love"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7.  Knife by Grizzly Bear&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I want you to know when I look in your eyes / With every blow comes another lie"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6.  Inertia Creeps by Massive Attack&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Recollect me darling raise me to your lips / Two undernourished egos four rotating hips / Hold on to me tightly I'm a sliding scale / Can't endure then you can't inhale"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.  Flower by Liz Phair&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Your face reminds me of a flower / Kind of like you're underwater / Hairs too long and in your eyes / Your lips a perfect 'suck me' size"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.  Prince - Darling Nikki&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I met her in a hotel lobby / Masturbating with a magazine / She said how'd you like to waste some time / And I could not resist when I saw little Nikki grind"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.  Closer by Nine Inch Nails&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I want to f**k you like an animal / I want to feel you from the inside / I want to f**k you like an animal / My whole existence is flawed / You get me closer to God"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.  Glory Box by Portishead&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Give me a reason to love you / Give me a reason to be a woman / I just wanna be a woman"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.  Sweetest Perfection by Depeche Mode&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The sweetest perfection to call my own / The slightest correction couldn't finely hone / The sweetest infection of body and mind / Sweetest injection of any kind"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-8278657992580217574?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/8278657992580217574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-smell-sex-and-candy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/8278657992580217574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/8278657992580217574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-smell-sex-and-candy.html' title='I Smell Sex and Candy'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-4431567183306085421</id><published>2009-02-02T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:27:59.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem Pour Vous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Today is Groundhog Day so I thought it would be nice to write a Haiku to celebrate this special occasion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Groundhog saw shadow&lt;br /&gt;Six more weeks of winter hell&lt;br /&gt;Evil snowman lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-4431567183306085421?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/4431567183306085421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/02/poem-pour-vous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/4431567183306085421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/4431567183306085421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/02/poem-pour-vous.html' title='Poem Pour Vous'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-1443934669970500220</id><published>2009-02-01T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:31:34.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Film, You Are A Totally Different Person Than In The Video</title><content type='html'>Here's one of Kristi's first animations from her first year at Sheridan College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5SINF9pdgZk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5SINF9pdgZk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/lj-embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-1443934669970500220?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/1443934669970500220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-film-you-are-totally-different.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/1443934669970500220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/1443934669970500220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-film-you-are-totally-different.html' title='In Film, You Are A Totally Different Person Than In The Video'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-527890234396768435</id><published>2009-01-31T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:34:57.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Random Facts About Me</title><content type='html'>1.  I am currently laid off from my job, and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;2.  My favourite word is "melatonin"&lt;br /&gt;3.  My current celebrity crush is Dev Patel.  I first saw him on Skins a couple years ago and he just recently stared in Slumdog Millionare.  He was on Leno last night and he's just the cutest guy ever.&lt;br /&gt;4.  My favourite chocolate bar is coffee crisp but I hate real coffee.&lt;br /&gt;5.  I never want to get married or have kids.&lt;br /&gt;6.  I'm a Scorpio, which coincidentally is my favourite star sign [and not just because I am one... I actually find them fascinating]&lt;br /&gt;7.  I don't like to leave my house in the winter.  It's too dark and cold.&lt;br /&gt;8.  My favourite music video at the moment is for Beyonce's &lt;i&gt;Single Ladies (Put a Ring On It)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Clementines (the little oranges) are my favourite thing about Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;10.  I love buying bathing suits but I hate wearing them in front of people.  I have at least five sitting in my drawer right now that I haven't worn yet.&lt;br /&gt;11.  I'm a huge procrastinator.&lt;br /&gt;12.  If it was up to me, Canadian citizens would have to take and &lt;u&gt;pass&lt;/u&gt; a drug test before being able to apply for welfare.&lt;br /&gt;13.  I wish I could play drums.&lt;br /&gt;14.  I haven't spoken to my dad in over five years...  Since the day he told me he was going to hunt down and kill my mother and boyfriend.  I will never speak to him again because of what he said.&lt;br /&gt;15.  I don't want to grow up.  I wish I could be a kid forever.&lt;br /&gt;16.  My favourite thing to drink is water.  I also sometimes drink cranberry juice and chocolate soy milk.&lt;br /&gt;17.  I hate lipstick and never wear it.  However, I can't live without my Blistex.&lt;br /&gt;18.  Billy Joel's &lt;i&gt;We Didn't Start the Fire&lt;/i&gt; is the most interesting history lesson I have ever sat through.&lt;br /&gt;19.  I hate technology.&lt;br /&gt;20.  At the CPR Christmas party this year I won a 32" plasma screen TV.  Since I don't really watch TV I gave it to Adam, who loves TV.&lt;br /&gt;21.  I miss my mom, sister and gramma.&lt;br /&gt;22.  I think I'm friends with real-life swingers and it doesn't bother me the least bit.&lt;br /&gt;23.  I love having my feet rubbed.&lt;br /&gt;24.  I hate having my picture taken.&lt;br /&gt;25.  I'm super shy and quiet.  I don't think I'll ever outgrow it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-527890234396768435?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/527890234396768435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/01/25-random-facts-about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/527890234396768435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/527890234396768435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/01/25-random-facts-about-me.html' title='25 Random Facts About Me'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-9026431533853842952</id><published>2009-01-29T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:46:38.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You For Your Interest, Young Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si68Dtib4LI/AAAAAAAAAN8/gHLRQTIYmSs/s1600-h/l%27elephant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si68Dtib4LI/AAAAAAAAAN8/gHLRQTIYmSs/s200/l%27elephant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345416579685015730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few weeks ago I was out on a trip to White River and my engineer was telling me about an all-white moose with two regular coloured moose that he saw on the side of the highway on his way to Timmins.  Well on the cover of the Mid-North Monitor this week is a picture of the moose he was talking about!  (What is the plural of 'moose' anyway?)  In the picture is a beautiful albino mother moose and just one of her two normal-looking babies.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time Adam and I drove to Timmins a moose crossed the highway right in front of us, and sweet mother are they ever big!!  I had never seen a father moose before and it was bigger than I ever thought was possible.  There's something strangely fascinating about a moose.  They're just these massive, oddly shaped, dark, quiet, accidentally deadly creatures.  I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also really like elephants.  I rode on one before.  Their ears and trunk are very intriguing.  I watched an elephant vasectomy on Daily Planet over the holidays and unlike other mammals, elephants' testes are located &lt;i&gt;inside&lt;/i&gt; the body.  You might think it sounds weird to sterilize an elephant, but it's a much better option than killing off whole herds of them to prevent overpopulation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-9026431533853842952?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/9026431533853842952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/01/thank-you-for-your-interest-young-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/9026431533853842952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/9026431533853842952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/01/thank-you-for-your-interest-young-man.html' title='Thank You For Your Interest, Young Man'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/Si68Dtib4LI/AAAAAAAAAN8/gHLRQTIYmSs/s72-c/l%27elephant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947563628741609810.post-8062329411760810714</id><published>2009-01-27T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:41:24.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruby Tuesday</title><content type='html'>I'd like to dedicate a song to Ruby, the lovely little lady who cleans the floor for us at the station every night after she finishes up her shift at Home Hardware.  She gets so frustrated when we walk on her nice, clean floors with our muddy work boots, so hopefully this cheers her up and shows her how much she means to us.  This song's for you, Rube:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ruby by Kaiser Chiefs&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruby Ruby Ruby Ruby&lt;br /&gt;Do ya do ya do ya do ya&lt;br /&gt;Know what you're doing, doing to me&lt;br /&gt;Ruby Ruby Ruby Ruby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947563628741609810-8062329411760810714?l=kisstheg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/feeds/8062329411760810714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/06/ruby-tuesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/8062329411760810714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947563628741609810/posts/default/8062329411760810714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisstheg.blogspot.com/2009/06/ruby-tuesday.html' title='Ruby Tuesday'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02301963373418863213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4qwuIzA-d8/TEr1cVdHS2I/AAAAAAAAASs/X28OCmqFu4k/S220/little_j_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
