<?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-9584125</id><updated>2011-08-01T16:28:50.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bofishie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vanderganes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376469834165500822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~emveedeeaych/fefi/profile/emvee.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584125.post-6787713032852645070</id><published>2010-09-11T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T05:00:57.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CommuniTEE College (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>Oh look, I found this neglected blog, left on the wayside. Sorry about  that. Facebook makes it so easy to post dumb things easily, and without  going into to much depth, which is right up my alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This  past June, I decided that although I was still learning stuff at home, I  could learn a lot more if I started college. So that's what I did. I  took my GED and enrolled at Middlesex Community College in Lowell. I'm  not a full time student, maybe I will be next semester, but at this point I am  only taking two classes, English and math. Those are both fairly  straight forward, and I don't think I will have any problem with either  of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On  September 7th, the school had an orientation for anyone who was interested. I  really wasn't interested, so I opted out and ended up going with my  sister Cass and my niece to a doctors appointment in Boston. I  think I made the right decision, because instead of being dragged around  Lowell with a bunch of college students at 9:30 in the morning, I got  to see two Big Apple Circus clowns terrify and excite a group of little  kids with eye problems and giant glasses. My niece was a bit wary of the clowns, even though  they were blowing bubbles, which she considers one of the greatest  things ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday September 8th was my first day of classes. Lowell is "fixing" one of the main bridges in the city, and will be  "fixing" it until 2012(!) so the 3 mile drive to school took about 40 minutes, so that was lame, but I got there on time, and that's all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;Although my decision not to go to orientation seemed  good at the time, there was one thing I realized I really could have  learned from it, that was, of course, the location of the bathrooms. I  had a moment of panic, and would have felt like a totally dweeby-n00blet  asking where the bathrooms were, and luckily I found them, crisis  averted. I have a two hour break between my classes, so I checked out the school library a bit and then went and sat in the park for a long time. It was beautiful, and the weather was perfect. So that was most of my first day, we didn't really learn anything in  class, mostly that our cellphones needed to be off, and that textbooks  are stinking expensive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584125-6787713032852645070?l=bofishie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/feeds/6787713032852645070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9584125&amp;postID=6787713032852645070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/6787713032852645070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/6787713032852645070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/2010/09/communitee-college-part-1.html' title='CommuniTEE College (Part 1)'/><author><name>bofishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08337979694404862818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584125.post-9162556980490337868</id><published>2010-09-11T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T05:04:46.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CommuniTEE College. Part 2</title><content type='html'>Day two at MCC was on Friday the 10th, and it started out nicely, taking only about 20 minutes to get to the school, rather then the 40 minutes it took two days before. We just went by a different route then the one we took on Wednesday, and drove practically all the way around the city, instead of through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English is my first class, we have maybe 22 people, and a nice, fairly young teacher. It was the 2nd class, so we didn't really end up doing any learning, except for about each other. The teacher gave us a few questions to ask the person next to us, it was an interview of sorts. The questions were simple things like your name, where you live, what you're interested in studying, and the weirdest thing you ever ate. My partner was, strangely enough, a lady who has recently started going to my church. For those of you who don't know, I don't have a very large church, it's small enough that I know everyone by name, but I didn't know this lady's name, I knew her kids and husband's names, because the kids had come to a childrens program we do at our church, but I'd only talked to her once, and hadn't had a chance to ask her name. But we recognized each other before class, and talked a bit, so we sat next to each other and ended up interviewing each other. Heather is from Dracut, she is coming back to school to become an RN, and the weirdest food she ever ate was pigs feet, and she likes them. I am Anastasia, I'm also from Dracut, I want to transfer to a different college come fall and go for Special Education, and the weirdest I ate was gefilte fish at a Jewish Passover meal, and I thought it was disgusting. Another girl in the class quickly stated that she was Jewish, and it is an acquired taste, but I think no matter how many times I ate it, I would still be grossed out.&lt;br /&gt;Some of the weirdest things people had ever eaten included ostrich, pond water, and snake.&lt;br /&gt;There were a few other weird foods worth mentioning. One guy who was originally from the Dominican Republic was talking about a soup, I can't remember the name, but the main ingredient was cow intestines, and another guy in the room was quick to mention "That stuff smells NASTY!" Someone said they had heard of something similar, but it had sheep intestines instead, The guy who had the soup asked "Wouldn't sheep intestines be considered haggis?" and our teacher was quick to say "No, haggis is from a lamb." Which is a rather absurd thing to say, and if you don't understand why, please, try not to be so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;One kid recently came from an Asian country, and sadly I didn't heard which because some people were talking, but he said the weirdest food he ever ate was ghosts. Everyone kind of looked around the room at each other with a "What?!" sort of face, until another guy said "Do you mean...goat?" And yes, he did. He said it tasted like chicken and was very yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our group is very diverse, which I like, and everyone seems to be getting along very well so far, yet there is one kid who sort of stands out. For this kids sake I am going to call him Trevor, that's not his name, but it might as well be. Now Trevor really confused me the first time I saw him, I figured that he either grew up in the boonies of West Virginia, or was homeschooled. He didn't have an accent, so I don't think he's from down south, and the homeschool thing I'm still not sure about. We were going around the room, doing our interviews, and we finally got around to Trevor's partner. "This is Trevor, he's from Lowell, and the weirdest thing he's ever eaten is dog..." At this point I could see a lot of jaws dangling open, the teacher included, but she recovered and replied with "Dog? Where did you have that?" And here we all are thinking it was in some third world country or something, and he just replies "In Centerville." Everyone's jaws hit the table. The teacher, flabbergasted asked, "Is that, is that like...a restaurant or something??" To which Trevor says, "No, Centerville in Lowell. My friends friend made it into soup, and I had some."&lt;br /&gt;The whole class was in shock, I kind of wanted to laugh, but I tried not to. My teacher just sort of stared for a minute and then said "Well, I'm not roasting my pug, next group please!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r24JVYzj0ys/TIxLL0femHI/AAAAAAAAACk/u3osFqJvCww/s1600/Trevorr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r24JVYzj0ys/TIxLL0femHI/AAAAAAAAACk/u3osFqJvCww/s400/Trevorr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515866310063331442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;An artist rendition of Trevor, apparently he is close cousins to Edward Scissorhands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(Click to enlarge for more Trevor goodness!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all for eating meat, I have no problem with eating venison, or moose, or bear or anything like that, but this was just bizarre and freakish. Why would you admit to eating dog? Why would you even eat dog if you knew that's what it was?!!? I'm pretty positive I wouldn't, unless I was about to die of starvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lowell is full of strange people, and community college pulls out a strange selection of those strange people. But I'm not complaining, I enjoy it, and I got a really good laugh out of this strange kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584125-9162556980490337868?l=bofishie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/feeds/9162556980490337868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9584125&amp;postID=9162556980490337868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/9162556980490337868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/9162556980490337868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/2010/09/communitee-college.html' title='CommuniTEE College. Part 2'/><author><name>bofishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08337979694404862818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r24JVYzj0ys/TIxLL0femHI/AAAAAAAAACk/u3osFqJvCww/s72-c/Trevorr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584125.post-2466798099773526307</id><published>2009-07-07T11:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T12:13:45.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've recently been reading through the Fetafilter archives. The comments are rather confusing with the ever changing names, and bad spelling. One comment in particular stood out to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Feta filter, the local online hangout for guys who cant afford low riders to fit in on the New York street alleys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="byline"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;              CHaz |         08.25.04 - 12:31 pm |"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one post from October 2004 sounded vaguely familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mmmmm...had SPAM this morning. Wonder who else in this town ate SPAM for breakfast? Betya we were the only ones.        &lt;/span&gt;                           &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;thus voiced &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt; @&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;9:43 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="byline"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No one seems to have changed much since 2004.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584125-2466798099773526307?l=bofishie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/feeds/2466798099773526307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9584125&amp;postID=2466798099773526307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/2466798099773526307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/2466798099773526307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-recently-been-reading-through.html' title=''/><author><name>bofishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08337979694404862818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584125.post-5606275457075364720</id><published>2008-09-27T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T09:50:42.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange dream</title><content type='html'>So I don't know what I did or what I ate last night, but whatever it was, man, it messed me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After drifting off to sleep, or dropping off the cliff of awake-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt; into the dark sea of sleep, I started dreaming, and the dream went something like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is just me and my mom, walking down the street. "Tessa! The stock market just dumped and we need to get Raymond some new clothes! Like that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hollister&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt; you are wearing!" Mom said as she skidded to a stop, "Where do you think we can find some? Oh! Lets go to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Holdsworth's&lt;/span&gt; and see if they will give us any!"&lt;br /&gt; The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Holdsworths&lt;/span&gt; are a family who use to go to my Church, their daughter, Courtney, is one of my best friends, and is a walking talking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hollister&lt;/span&gt; advertisement, and she had a brother, Cameron, who is just about Ray's age.&lt;br /&gt; So suddenly, we are there, and Mom says "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Humm&lt;/span&gt;, it doesn't look like anyone is home." But she goes in anyways. We started wandering around the house, looking for Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Holdsworth&lt;/span&gt;. We get upstairs to a bright pink and lime green bedroom. My mom asks, "Is this Cam's room?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Humm&lt;/span&gt;, let me think.&lt;br /&gt;We continued on, eventually finding it, and Mom starts digging thorough drawers. We found nothing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hollister&lt;/span&gt; for my brother, so we went downstairs, and attempted to get into the kitchen. The door was blocked for some reason, who knows why, so we went into the bathroom, which was just next door to the kitchen. The bathroom had a giant window in the wall that opened over the kitchen sink. Odd design for a bathroom, but this is a dream, it's not suppose to make sense. There standing over the sink, is Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Holdsworth&lt;/span&gt;, Mom starts talking to her, and then gets on the subject of the stock market dumping. Mrs. H quickly asks if we are in need of any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Hollister&lt;/span&gt; clothing, because she has WAY to many, and she would be willing to mail us a ton, so Ray can actually be in style, sorta. Huh?!? Once again, dreams aren't suppose to make sense. &lt;br /&gt; My mother, now satisfied that Raymond will no long be a dweeb(in a good way), marches on out of the house. I look around, Courtney's house is now in the middle of a desert, and there is a racing track behind their house, a bike racing track. I see lots of people riding around on various types of bikes, like some that have tires that are probably about the size of monster truck tires with seats that bounce up and down, and some normal bikes, which people are riding top, bowling. We watched for a few minutes, and then I had to leave, because I was going to Nova &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Scotia&lt;/span&gt;. I said goodbye to my Mum, gave her a hug, and then walked off. At super sonic speed or something, because BOOM, I was in the Moody's, the missionaries I had really stayed with(in real life) in Nova &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Scotia&lt;/span&gt;, home. It was different from their real house, it looked like it had been made in the past five years or so, and they had a HUGE flat screen TV. I was sitting on the sofa, when Hannah, the oldest and most hyper of the three Moody girls, came up, and started talking at super sonic speed, I was talking to her when a rather large woman, in very bizarre clothing came walking up, and with an extremely thick southern accent says "Who are you?!?!" I didn't know what to answer, so I ran to the door that led to another room, which in turn, lead outside.&lt;br /&gt;  Once I got into the other room, I stopped, it was a lot darker then the room I had just been in, and blocking the door, was a weird chamber thing, with glass sides and wires falling out from it everywhere. Inside I saw two people, one was Courtney and the other looked sort of familiar, but I wasn't sure who it was. Court waved to me and said "Look at this thing! Its so cool! It can make you talk in a crazy New England accent! All you need to do is wear these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;PJ&lt;/span&gt; pants and then turn the machine on!" I looked down, she and her friend was wearing pink Pajama pants with words written all over them. She quickly switched the chamber on, and she and her friend started talking very very fast, in a very strong New England accent.&lt;br /&gt;  After a few minutes of me watching, they switched it off, and walked out. Courtney friend was no longer wearing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Pj&lt;/span&gt; pants, but was instead wearing a giant, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;poofy&lt;/span&gt;, pink, flowered princess dress. She ran up to me, and practically knocked me down saying, "DO YOU REMEMBER ME!?!? DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!!?"  I seemed to be having trouble speaking, because all I could say was "Uhh...umm...no?" Courtney quickly said" You know her! This is Courtney! Her name is Courtney because I would never talk to anyone who didn't have that name."&lt;br /&gt; I just kinda ignored them, and walked thought the chamber and out the door. Once I was outside, It was bright and sunny, the church I had gone up to on my missions trip(in real life, that is) was right there. I looked around and noticed that I knew(of knew of) a good deal of people who were walking around here, I saw the Cooper family, with probably twenty more kids then they actually have, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Beka&lt;/span&gt; and Jenny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Fearon&lt;/span&gt;, and Stephen Blake and Adequate Tim, who kept saying "I'm adequate, I'm adequate..." over and over again.&lt;br /&gt; All of a sudden Nick Hajj comes running up "We need to get Andrew and Samantha there coffee!" In case you didn't know, I went with Nick, Andrew, and Samantha, to Nova &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Scotia&lt;/span&gt;. Panic washed over me "Quick! Lets go to the coffee shop!" So we started running, I saw more people I knew, Gretchen and Elisa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Hilpert&lt;/span&gt;, but I couldn't stop to say hello, I could only wave, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Kaeleigh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Sparkman&lt;/span&gt;, and even more people.&lt;br /&gt; When we were maybe two blocks away from the coffee shop, which was attached to a very large mall, Nick froze, and said "Oh no! Sid is in front of the door! We have to go around the long way through the building!" Sid is a guy from my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;sportsmans&lt;/span&gt; club, he is pretty strange, so avoiding him was something I probably have done in real life. We started running again, but to the other end of the building. We got inside and kept on running, when I looked to my left to try to hear what Nick was saying, but he wasn't there anymore, Lauren &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Sparkman&lt;/span&gt; was in his place instead! This didn't seem to surprise me, probably because it was a dream, and only things like Andrew and Samantha being without coffee could scared me then.&lt;br /&gt; We ran past a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt; inside, and some lady with a southern accent said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;How'd&lt;/span&gt; y'all get in here?"&lt;br /&gt;We just kept running. Finally we made it into the little coffee shop, it was a very empty shop, they only sold coffee and muffins. Hot coffee, iced coffee, and blueberry muffins, that's all they sold. There was only one person there, he had bright red hair, that stuck up in some places and curled insanely in others, he had a very high pitched voice, made lots of funny faces, and had a very annoying laughter. Lauren and I kept copying his faces and then laughing hysterically. He though we were insane, but he gave up the coffee anyways. As he was going through the cash register I saw a state quarter, probably the coolest state quarter ever. I'd never seen anything like it, I wanted it. The guy was going to give it to me, I was so excited! But then, he turned to grab something  stupid and irrelevant and dumped a whole bottle of glue on it. My beautiful quarter, ruined! I started bawling my eyes out. What a jerk! What a careless jerk! Why did he have glue on his store counter?!&lt;br /&gt; I then woke up. Anybody know a good shrink?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584125-5606275457075364720?l=bofishie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/feeds/5606275457075364720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9584125&amp;postID=5606275457075364720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/5606275457075364720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/5606275457075364720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/2008/09/strange-dream.html' title='Strange dream'/><author><name>bofishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08337979694404862818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584125.post-2061591896938944002</id><published>2008-02-07T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T11:09:24.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oreos, Pants, and Jane Austin</title><content type='html'>So, the other day, I thought to myself "how long has it been since my last oreo?" The answer was, way to long. But there are some great people in this world, and one is super amazing. She got me a whole package of double stuff oreos!! And then I spill red juice on her white sweater...sorry Kathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Today I had school and the likes, Mom, Dad, and little Ray Ray are in Boston, so its Ted and me, and Drew and Amanda "studying". Teddy is playing with his Indiana Jones lego set that he got for his 7th(he's getting old) Birthday, which was yesterday, and I, like always am sitting at my computer, wondering what interesting things my friends might be doing, that would keep them away from the computer, and me.&lt;br /&gt;  The only information that I have on this is that Emily is wishing everyone a happy Thursday, and Kevin is around, and claims that if I leave a message, he might be there. I mean there are various others who I could talk to, but I freak people out a lot, and then we don't have anything to say, so I will let them be for now. Now heres something interesting, FedEx just pulled up, and the delivery guy is at our door! Ding Dong! I will let Andrew get it.&lt;br /&gt; Okay, so maybe  that wasn't very interesting. Anyways, so you probably remember the oreos from up there ^. How could you possibly  forget!  I mean, come on! best.cookie.ever. So I decided to eat my daily ration of oreos.&lt;br /&gt; So I open the drawer, slide the package out,  grab two cookies, and close the drawer. But I forgot a step, Me, being the fool that I am, forgot to slid the package in. I kinda yelped, then opened the drawer, shoved the package in, and slammed it closed.  I couldn't bare to look,or to see how many cookies had been spared the misery of being smushed in a desk drawer.So I waited a few minutes, ate my two cookies, and sang along badly to some country song that i barely knew. Eventually I had to face the music, with tears in my eyes I slowly opened the drawer, and peeled back the cover of the oreos (Oh, and BTW  they come in awesome packages now) and quickly surveyed the damage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh! I just realized that right now (1.42) Becki is probably still in school, which is why she isn't on the computer entertaining me.&lt;br /&gt;  Random awesome fact about me! Did you know, that I am attempting to take up taxidermy? Yes, I am aware that I am a freak, even ask Jamie! But seriously though, its such a cool hobby! I am so cool, I went into my library and checked out three instructional books, two on beading techniques, and one on taxidermy. Now how rad is that!? I will be able to mount animals, then make them jewelery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyways, back to my story, So it turns out, only one cookie had been harmed, and it was easily fixed, it was only that the cookie had gotten separated from the cream! So I decided to eat it, I could have easily fixed it, if i had teddy lick the cream, I could have stuck them together again, but I thought that eating it was the best way to go. And of course, since even numbers are best, I had to eat another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For about three or four days, every time I spun my chair, or shook it around a lot, I would hear this phantom jingling noise, it was really bugging me, because I couldn't tell where it was coming from. Finally today, I lost it, and started looking all over my desk, on the floor around my chair, and everywhere else imaginable, and then I finally noticed it was the button on Ray Rays pants that I have been meaning to patch for the past week. Who knew pants could make me that insane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In other news, my phone needed to get more minutes, so it wouldn't expire and lose all peoples numbers, and my number. So now I have approximately a zillion million minutes, and think that will add up to a lot of text messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I am very excited because in a few weeks, I will be seeing a lot of my muffins(meaning good friends in this case)! Some of them are going to come laser tagging with me and my teen group, and some are going to come to my house, and I can't wait! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Me and Mom have been watching the COMPLETE Jane Austen, which means, all(or most?) of her books, turned into movies, every Sunday night for a while, and just last Sunday was one about Jane herself "Miss Austen regrets" which I think is code name for "Hurry up and finish &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/span&gt; before it comes on next week and you regret not finishing it!" So I am trying to cram that in, along with the three other books I am reading, and the four other books that have to be back at the library fairly soon. Oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I am pretty sure thats all I have to say, this is much longer then intended, but oh well, you people need to be informed. Until next time,&lt;br /&gt; this is Sergeant Anastasia Anganes, Master Taxidermist, signing off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have Oreo cream on my pants. deeeeelicious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584125-2061591896938944002?l=bofishie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/feeds/2061591896938944002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9584125&amp;postID=2061591896938944002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/2061591896938944002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/2061591896938944002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/2008/02/oreos-pants-and-jane-austin.html' title='Oreos, Pants, and Jane Austin'/><author><name>bofishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08337979694404862818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584125.post-5274417345796862885</id><published>2007-12-06T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T14:59:43.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muffins!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so two muffins are in a oven, right?  One muffin says to the other muffin, "Gee, it's getting hot in here!" and the other muffin says, "WOW A TALKING MUFFIN!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that joke is pretty awesome right? I read it and it made me think of Muffin day(August 17th), which is the coolest holiday, ever. I Wish it could be muffin day every day, but alas it cannot it only comes once a year, and that is a very special time, to be cherished by all. Last year, for the first muffin day EVER, I was with the Cromptons, and that was awesome! Emily and Paul helped me write music for my Muffin Day song, I wrote the lyrics though, all six verses. Oh that amazing muffiny night we had muffins, they were amaxing. There were chocolate chip, blueberry, apple, and plain(if I remember correctly) and they were GREAT!! The next morning (post muffin day) we had muffins and cereal for breakfast, and then we went up the the Orths for our family reunion! But no one there was really in the holiday spirit, but thats okay! Because I was! Yeah! So in the Christmas spirit, I decided to put up some muffiny goodness. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.recipetips.com/images/glossary/m/muffin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.recipetips.com/images/glossary/m/muffin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wiscasset.k12.me.us/wms/Graphics/Food%2FBeverages/Bread/muffin.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.wiscasset.k12.me.us/wms/Graphics/Food%2FBeverages/Bread/muffin.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio4/archers/images/muffin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio4/archers/images/muffin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a list of state muffins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawaii- The Coconut Muffin&lt;br /&gt;Massachusetts- The Corn Muffin&lt;br /&gt;Minnesota- The Blueberry Muffin&lt;br /&gt;New York- The Apple Muffin&lt;br /&gt;Washington- The Blueberry Muffin (again?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would think, out of 50 states there would be more then 5 state muffins. Well I am just proud to say my state has a state muffin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Oat-Applesauce-Muffins/Detail.aspx"&gt;Here is a oat applesauce recipe that I have never tried, but think sounds good&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reading up about muffins, I read about some idiot who wanted to make "all-top muffins"&lt;br /&gt;"However, the reality of muffin physics prevented the fad from getting very far"&lt;br /&gt;Who would ever dream of making half muffins? its like trying to live your life with a half a heart or one lung! Or a half a muffin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Thats all I have to say about muffins(not really), I hope everyone has a Christmas full of joy, and love, and more joy, and lots of other stuff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584125-5274417345796862885?l=bofishie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/feeds/5274417345796862885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9584125&amp;postID=5274417345796862885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/5274417345796862885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/5274417345796862885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/2007/12/muffins.html' title='Muffins!'/><author><name>bofishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08337979694404862818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584125.post-38163034037968529</id><published>2007-08-29T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T19:03:06.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer</title><content type='html'>So, summer is coming to an end, and its sad. But this was one of the best summers ever. Why? I really don't have a clue! Well, okay maybe I have some clue, but its not like I went to camp or Disney World or something. I think that is what made it awesome, I did nothing, or close to it, all summer.&lt;br /&gt;You know the phone rings,&lt;br /&gt;"hello?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, is this Tessa?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ummm, yup."&lt;br /&gt;"Wanna hang?"&lt;br /&gt;"Uhh, sure!".&lt;br /&gt;With that, some definitions of "hanging" are&lt;br /&gt;1) Having running races &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; the pool.&lt;br /&gt;2) Washing a dog, then ending up having to wash a tub and a floor too.&lt;br /&gt;3) Sitting by the road, in chairs made for 3 year olds, eating cookie dough ice cream(with chocolate chips)&lt;br /&gt;4) Cleaning up Oreo ice cream cake that someone else dropped.&lt;br /&gt;5) Watching 8 kids for 5 hours, then getting paid 7 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;6) "Oh! That is my Mom's friend" *waves to car* " Oh wait, my mom's friend isn't a 500 pound, 60 year old man!"&lt;br /&gt;7) Re-Enacting the most retarded scenes of High School musical 1 &amp; 2 (which is pretty much the whole movie)&lt;br /&gt;7) Conversations on the phone, without having someone on the other line.&lt;br /&gt;8) And attempting to make the perfect summer meal, Mac &amp;amp; Cheese with hot dogs and a coke, for dessert, Oreos =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so maybe that doesn't sound like nothing, but just remember these thing were spread out through out the whole summer. Also keep in mind that there were some days that all I did was sit on my bottom and use my computer(Yeah, you could say I'm pretty healthy). Only a few of the above were repeated! But other thing happened! Like Sarah Mangum held a Bible study for teen girls, and that was very very awesome. I went to the Lowell Folk Festival, and got a giant mountian dew. Went to a family reunion. I got to see people who I don't get to see very often (Courtney, Becki,Emily, ect.). Slept over peoples houses and had people sleep over my house. I helped in VBS, Dogsat, got glasses and  turned 14!&lt;br /&gt; So, some might say that I have wasted my summer, but to them I say HA!, and again, HA! This has been an amazing summer, and one I will never forget.  So people, no crying about school, just think, pretty soon it will be summer all over again! (but sadly we all know that means a new High School Musical is coming out{that just might ruin summer for me}). For now, I gotta go but, NO worries! I shall be back, and hopefully soon.  Happy schooling my friends and family, from my brain to yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584125-38163034037968529?l=bofishie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/feeds/38163034037968529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9584125&amp;postID=38163034037968529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/38163034037968529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/38163034037968529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/2007/08/summer.html' title='summer'/><author><name>bofishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08337979694404862818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584125.post-5902005814974666580</id><published>2007-07-30T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T20:18:12.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Vile Village</title><content type='html'>Although "jumping to conclusions" is an expression, rather than an activity, it is as dangerous as jumping off a cliff, jumping in front of a moving train, and jumping for joy. If you jump off a cliff, you have a very good chance of experiencing a painful landing unless there is something below you to cushion your fall, such as a body of water or an immense pile of tissue paper. If you jump in front of a moving train, you have a very good chance of experiencing a painful voyage unless you are wearing some sort of train-proof suit. And if you jump for joy, you have a very good chance of experiencing a painful bump on the head, unless you make sure you are standing someplace with very high ceilings, which joyous people rarely do. Clearly, the solution to anything involving jumping is either to make sure you are jumping to a safe place, or not to jump at all.&lt;br /&gt;  -Daniel Handler A.K.A Lemony Snicket, The Vile Village, A Series of Unfortunate Events&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584125-5902005814974666580?l=bofishie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/feeds/5902005814974666580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9584125&amp;postID=5902005814974666580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/5902005814974666580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/5902005814974666580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/2007/07/vile-village.html' title='The Vile Village'/><author><name>bofishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08337979694404862818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584125.post-6351968642749133915</id><published>2007-06-25T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T18:54:25.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrrr</title><content type='html'>Well my weekend has been very exciting and fun. On Friday I hung out with Lexi and Nicole all day and then that night Lexi slept over my house(Making her the first person to sleep in my new room)! On Saturday Becki came over so she could sleep over too and she also got to go to my violin recital(I didn't force her to go it was her own choosing).&lt;br /&gt; Then that night I finally got to watch Pirates of the Caribbean, and it was pretty cool. But the movie didn't end until 11:00 and we had church in the morning. So we woke up got ready and all that jazz and then pranced off to church, or at least Ray did anyways.&lt;br /&gt; Sunday was the last day of Sunday school until fall, so they had Ice Cream Sunday sundae, so we had pizza, salad and ice cream sundaes!! yay!!  So that was fun and pretty rad, but then we had to leave and soon after that Becki had to leave and that was sad :'(&lt;br /&gt; So  Mom drove Becki home and I was sad... But I will see her on Thursday so all is well! Later that night Ray, Ted, Drew, and I watched the second pirates and that was good too!&lt;br /&gt; Today we (Mom, Ray, Teddy, and I) went to the Library. I only got one book because I already have 7 that I am reading or am planning to read.&lt;br /&gt; Tonight I went to a end of school year cook out down at Lexi's grand parents house and that was pretty fun.   We played whiffle ball and kick ball and ate Popsicles and other stuff. I had two cans of mountain dew so i won't be sleeping anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt; Its also Lexi's 11th birthday!!! Happy birthday Everett!! She is also leaving me for 10 whole days to go to Florida!! How rude! But at least I still have Nicole shes great too!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am going to the church to paint cardboard  people named Ralph, Speckles, and Cindy Lou Who, for VBS so that should be fun. And there will be doughnuts so that makes it even funner! Wednesday I don't know if I am doing anything so maybe I will just chill. But it will be Jamie's birthday, happy birthday Jamie! On Thursday Courtney who is my Wifey will be coming over, and then later Becki, Elisa, Gretchen , and possible Kathleen and Emily(Hopefully) are coming to my house and then we are going to a Bible study at Sarah Jo's house. On Friday I am probably going to see my manly friend Kayla shes awesome and I can't wait!! Then on Saturday I don't think I am doing anything so maybe I will sleep! Because sleeping is healthy 4 out of 5 doctors recommend it. Speaking of sleep I will probably go do that soon so goodnight lovies and you are all super stars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also there is only a month and a day until I turn 14!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584125-6351968642749133915?l=bofishie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/feeds/6351968642749133915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9584125&amp;postID=6351968642749133915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/6351968642749133915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/6351968642749133915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/2007/06/arrrr.html' title='Arrrr'/><author><name>bofishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08337979694404862818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584125.post-4465142193061035705</id><published>2007-05-25T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T12:05:25.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bofish-ism #103</title><content type='html'>Give a man a fish, and he will eat for a day.&lt;br /&gt;Teach a man how to make a fish face and he can work as a clown for the rest of his life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584125-4465142193061035705?l=bofishie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/feeds/4465142193061035705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9584125&amp;postID=4465142193061035705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/4465142193061035705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/4465142193061035705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/2007/05/bofish-ism-103.html' title='Bofish-ism #103'/><author><name>bofishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08337979694404862818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584125.post-4597379331906892112</id><published>2007-05-09T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T17:02:34.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny conversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So tonight after I ate dinner and got on the computer I got to talk to my wonderful Becki. Whom I love dearly and this is what we said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tessa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; i just ate pizza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Becki:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span back="#000000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tessa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; twas yummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Becki:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span back="#000000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pizza's tasty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tessa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; yah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tessa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; and it was homemade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tessa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; so it was delish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Becki:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span back="#000000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i had steak tips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tessa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; lucky bum!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Becki:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span back="#000000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and they were home grown..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Becki:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span back="#000000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;from the cow in our back yard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tessa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; wow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Becki:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span back="#000000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cuz we have one of those&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tessa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tessa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; I wish I had one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Becki:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span back="#000000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they are easy to care for.. just feed them things that taste good in meat and your good to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tessa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; do you ever feed them ice cream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Becki:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span back="#000000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tessa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Becki:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span back="#000000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cuz that would be stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Becki:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span back="#000000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;duh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tessa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; okay so what do you feed them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Becki:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span back="#000000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lots of herbs and spices.. cloves of garlic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Becki:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span back="#000000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;stuff like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tessa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; yay garlic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tessa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; with garlic you get to smell like my family and have a healthy heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tessa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; ALL AT THE SAME TIME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tessa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; yay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Becki:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span back="#000000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;woot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tessa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; thats a reason to party, is it not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Becki:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;defiantly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tessa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; so LETS PARTY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tessa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; can you buy the balloons?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Becki:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span back="#000000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tessa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; i can get the cake cuz I got money money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Becki:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span back="#000000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pretzels &amp;&amp;amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tessa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; wow those even look like prenzles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Becki:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span back="#000000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tessa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; i will get cookies @@@@@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tessa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; with little "a's" on them!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Becki:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span back="#000000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a is for..... um....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tessa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; Anastasia!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Becki:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span back="#000000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;APPLE SAUCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Becki:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span back="#000000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ya, that too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tessa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; or anorexic which is NOT what we will be after the partay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Becki:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span back="#000000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tessa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; can i bring sprinkles ***** for the cake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Becki:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span back="#000000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Becki:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span back="#000000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OOOOOOOOOOO ill bring donuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tessa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; YAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tessa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; can they be from dunkins?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Becki:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span back="#000000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yepp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tessa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; i don't know how to make a cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Becki:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span back="#000000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;buy one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tessa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; i mean i don't know how to make a cake with fabulos thingys like &amp;@* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Becki:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span back="#000000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Becki:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span back="#000000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i do!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tessa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; DO IT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tessa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; yahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Becki:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span back="#000000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;||||||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Becki:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span back="#000000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it has stripes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tessa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tessa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; thats kinda like a bag of pre-sliced bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Becki:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span back="#000000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no its not!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tessa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Becki:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span back="#000000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;((((((((((( thats bread.. from the top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tessa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; oh okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tessa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; can we put candles in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Becki:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span back="#000000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yepp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Becki:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span back="#000000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;||^||^||^||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Becki:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span back="#000000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;see, now it has candles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tessa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; oh okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tessa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; yay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tessa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; wow this is so going on my blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tessa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; teehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Becki:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span back="#000000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tessa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; say hi to all my readers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Becki:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span back="#000000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;heyy readers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tessa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; so you are saying hi to all 3 people at one time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tessa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; wowzas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah I love Becki. Shes cool and she said hi to all of you which only makes her cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way I didn't actually cut my hair, I think I would cry my eyes out if I ever did. Well thats all I have to say so, ummm  go find some money to donate to me and Becki's party fund!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span back="#000000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/9584125-4597379331906892112?l=bofishie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/feeds/4597379331906892112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9584125&amp;postID=4597379331906892112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/4597379331906892112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/4597379331906892112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/2007/05/funny-conversation.html' title='Funny conversation'/><author><name>bofishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08337979694404862818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584125.post-6675017593665492491</id><published>2007-04-27T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T18:54:48.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair!</title><content type='html'>Well howdie y'all! Today at Awana was crazy hair and hat night so I got to do Rays hair! I have a lotta great pictures so, guess what! its a photo-blog-a-palooza! wellI am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r24JVYzj0ys/RjKk44b7W3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GTa5XC1sqQg/s1600-h/April+27+2007+176.jpg"&gt; Owens sick hair&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r24JVYzj0ys/RjKk5Ib7W4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/7P34uO3qEdE/s1600-h/April+27+2007+177.jpg"&gt; Owens sick hair2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r24JVYzj0ys/RjKmTob7W7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/C5qJEhYBc6A/s1600-h/April+27+2007+174.jpg"&gt;Ted Hangs out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r24JVYzj0ys/RjKm04b7W-I/AAAAAAAAABE/kxsHCZXndCU/s1600-h/April+27+2007+058.jpg"&gt;Lexi,Hot dog, Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r24JVYzj0ys/RjKm0ob7W8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/PuSGHxIGbTs/s1600-h/April+27+2007+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TJ can be totally sweet and cute or insane and wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r24JVYzj0ys/RjKm04b7W9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ejy5iWk1hkc/s1600-h/April+27+2007+025.jpg"&gt;My two sweet signs. one that Annie made for me and one that I made for Bob&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r24JVYzj0ys/RjKmTYb7W6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/46fm2CSnuyg/s1600-h/April+27+2007+169.jpg"&gt;I also got a new hairdo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I am going to go to sleep very soon but before I do I am going to tell you a dream that my music teacher told me about&lt;br /&gt;   So on Wednesday I went to music lessons and about half way through the lesson my teacher Eric asked me if I had a pencil on the music stand, which I did, and asked me to write some fingering in. Then he says " Oh yeah that reminds me last night I had a dream that I was in some orchestra and I forgot my pencil, it was just like one of those really embarrassing dreams, and everyone was laughing at me" and I just though "wow, most people have dreams where they go to school or the mall or something in there underwear but Eric has dreams where he forgets his pencil".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh well, what can you do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584125-6675017593665492491?l=bofishie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/feeds/6675017593665492491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9584125&amp;postID=6675017593665492491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/6675017593665492491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/6675017593665492491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/2007/04/hair.html' title='Hair!'/><author><name>bofishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08337979694404862818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584125.post-117504567663747127</id><published>2007-03-27T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T19:34:21.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing people</title><content type='html'>Well I have been missing all me friends that I don't see very often. Meaning my southern peeps (Annie, Jamie, ect.)  and even some people who live like 20 minutes away, meaning Becki and all those other people who go to fellowship. So I have been kinda bored with all this missing and stuff. But since Cassie moved out and I have my own room I have been able to bum around in there and not bother anyone! So I have found myself  playing solitaire on my bedroom floor while listening to music with, of course, the random song thats so awesome you can't help but get up and bop around the room to it(that would be Annie's phrasing to it). I have also read over 1,600 page's of 3 diffrent books in about 2 and a half weeks, and thats not including school books. So as you might be able to tell, I have some time on my hands. Well thats great because I have been able to complete a 400 piece  flower puzzle 4 times with a record time of 1 and a half hours time to finish it, by myself. Yes, thats a big accomplishment for me! Also another good thing is my room has been kept clean with all my time to sit and do nothing. I have also been able to hang with Lexi more. Because she rocks like that. We have decided that in the summer of 2014, when Lexi turns 18 and I turn 21, we are going on a month and a week long trip to Greece! well as long as we got the moneys! so feel free to donate! Because you know, two Greek girls gotta get out there sometime!&lt;br /&gt;So since i have nothing better to do i think i might put up some pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2687/704/1600/261156/january%202007%20007.jpg"&gt;My homie ted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/704/1600/February%202007%20047.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humpty Dumpty got scrambled&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2687/704/1600/939441/February%202007%20200.jpg"&gt;conduction to some mean lord of the rings soundtrack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/704/1600/February%202007%20207.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rockin out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2687/704/1600/669273/February%202007%20132.jpg"&gt;bobs a bad boy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2687/704/1600/595990/February%202007%20166.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lexi pretending to be a bad girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2687/704/1600/948266/February%202007%20042.jpg"&gt;bible dress up night at awana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2687/704/1600/365727/February%202007%20029.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad with a third eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2687/704/1600/274565/February%202007%20070.jpg"&gt;He is gonna suck your blood!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/704/1600/February%202007%20054.jpg"&gt;I think he was dancing.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all I have to say and its my bed time! so I hope you enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584125-117504567663747127?l=bofishie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/feeds/117504567663747127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9584125&amp;postID=117504567663747127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/117504567663747127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/117504567663747127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/2007/03/missing-people.html' title='Missing people'/><author><name>bofishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08337979694404862818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584125.post-116908830702108778</id><published>2007-01-17T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T18:45:07.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sputtering spray cheese!</title><content type='html'>So lately I have been having some pretty weird dreams. Okay so In this one dream I was hanging out at my friend Lexi's house and Lexi was training  one of those little yappy dogs that never shuts up, how to jump through a hoop. So after many trys and me demonstrating, we finally got the dog through. After that (well not right after. I am skipping some minor details)  I said how it was getting dark and that I should get going. So I start walking up the hill to my house, when 10 feet in front of me, a man(who is clearly drunk) and a police man are standing. For some reason our street was very backed up and there was a fence on the side of the street, so to get up the hill I had to go between the man and the cop. So I do and I accidentally bump into the man. Well he starts yelling and getting mad and all this stuff when the cop suddenly decides to leave. Now this guy is really mad and he grabs me and I just start yelling "CHARLIE, DAD, ANDREW!!". After calling each of there names about 3 times I see Chaz running out of the front door with a big gun in his arms, and he was looking mean. The Drunk dude is still holding onto me when Charlie shoots at him and just misses(on purpose) and the guy lets me go. Now at this point i don't really remember if Chaz shot him or he ran away but at one point in the dream (after Charlie came out of the house) my dad just came strolling out of the garage door with a gun and he sees Charlie and just shrugs and gives a "ehh he's got this covered" look on his face, turns on his heels, and walks right back inside the house. And what happened to Andrew and why he didn't come to my aid? Who knows his car wasn't there and he might have been at work or maybe he just had headphones on so he didn't hear me. I had some other dreams to but i am out of breath right now. Mayhaps in the morrow. All I can say is THERAPY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584125-116908830702108778?l=bofishie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/feeds/116908830702108778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9584125&amp;postID=116908830702108778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/116908830702108778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/116908830702108778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/2007/01/sputtering-spray-cheese.html' title='Sputtering spray cheese!'/><author><name>bofishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08337979694404862818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584125.post-116769826939621574</id><published>2007-01-01T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T16:37:49.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New years Palooza and a photo documentary</title><content type='html'>Well I hope every one of you people had a very happy new year. Okay so first things first. On new years eve we went over  to Cass and Marks apartment and hung out. It was pretty sick and totally outta control. I am no good at writing so I will just skip to the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2687/704/1600/269696/january%202007%20005.jpg"&gt;Drew gets a new do&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2687/704/1600/355027/january%202007%20007.jpg"&gt;the whole gang  &lt;/a&gt;(minus cass)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2687/704/1600/355027/january%202007%20007.jpg"&gt;don't look at my face!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2687/704/1600/960779/january%202007%20010.jpg"&gt;Chaz has anger problems&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2687/704/1600/111798/january%202007%20013.jpg"&gt;Lightning extreme. one player.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2687/704/1600/327386/january%202007%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen locked out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2687/704/1600/312221/january%202007%20022.jpg"&gt;Andrew locked IN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2687/704/1600/632153/january%202007%20023.jpg"&gt;Whoop whoop whoop whoop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2687/704/1600/937377/january%202007%20025.jpg"&gt;The microwave broke. OH NO COLD PIE!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2687/704/1600/79312/january%202007%20026.jpg"&gt;Swifter!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with that we close this part of the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so today Me, my music, and Bob hung out in my room. As you all know Cassie will be getting married in 5 days. That means I need to pack and THAT means that bob needs to pack. so I took a few pictures and now I present to thee " The way Bob packs". Bow bow kiss kiss and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First he irons all his clothes. next he folds and packs them into his bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2687/704/1600/132211/january%202007%20033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2687/704/320/970985/january%202007%20033.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2687/704/1600/809653/january%202007%20035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2687/704/320/403824/january%202007%20035.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Bob showing off his sweet clothes.           Bob packing everything with his foot.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2687/704/1600/935210/january%202007%20037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2687/704/320/881814/january%202007%20037.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2687/704/1600/936432/january%202007%20038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2687/704/320/587956/january%202007%20038.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with all that effort Bob is now rockin and ready to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2687/704/1600/583725/january%202007%20047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 242px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2687/704/320/819382/january%202007%20047.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for joining us today I hope you have a great 2007 and don't forget to pick up a Bob bag from our gift shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2687/704/1600/820037/january%202007%20048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2687/704/320/766944/january%202007%20048.jpg" alt="" 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/9584125-116769826939621574?l=bofishie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/feeds/116769826939621574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9584125&amp;postID=116769826939621574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/116769826939621574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/116769826939621574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-years-palooza-and-photo.html' title='New years Palooza and a photo documentary'/><author><name>bofishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08337979694404862818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584125.post-116751983612989464</id><published>2006-12-30T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T15:03:56.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Annie and I were talking about the video palooza we had at the Compton's and we started talking some more and I just though this was pretty funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Annie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt; why no Grammy pictures?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Annie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;  Ya know Grammy is a funny word,not that she is funny looking but saying "grammy" is just strange to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;Tessa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt; she wasn't there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;Tessa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt; and its common up here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Annie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt; OoO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Annie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt; My other cousins call my grandparents MewMaw and Poppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;Tessa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt; now thats funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Annie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;  both of mine are Gommie's except for the K and B. and Pop Pop and G-Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Annie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;  now those are senseable names if I do say so myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just thought it was kinda funny the only time I have heard of some one being called MewMaw was on TV.  thats all I have to say! So I hoope everybody had a Merry Christmas and I hope y'all have a happy new year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584125-116751983612989464?l=bofishie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/feeds/116751983612989464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9584125&amp;postID=116751983612989464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/116751983612989464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/116751983612989464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/2006/12/annie-and-i-were-talking-about-video.html' title=''/><author><name>bofishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08337979694404862818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584125.post-116476035978143007</id><published>2006-11-28T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T16:32:39.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arrr this be my pirate name! thanks be to Heidi and Annie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="position:relative; border-width:1px; border-color:332200; border-style: solid; background-color:c9b390; padding:0 10px; width:400px; text-align:center; font-family:serif; left:50%; margin:25px 0 25px -200px; color:332200;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My pirate name is:&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="font-size:32px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Bloody Bess Kidd    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.piratequiz.com/flag.gif" style="top:5px; position:relative; display:block; width:100px; background-color:332200;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="left:110px; top:-60px; width:290px; position:relative; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Every pirate lives for something different. For some, it's the open sea. For others (the masochists), it's the food. For you, it's definitely the fighting. Even though you're not always the traditional swaggering gallant, your steadiness and planning make you a fine, reliable pirate.    Arr!&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.piratequiz.com/" style="position:absolute; width:100%; left:0px; bottom:20px; color:f8eecc;"&gt;Get your own pirate name from piratequiz.com.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part of the fidius.org network&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/9584125-116476035978143007?l=bofishie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/feeds/116476035978143007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9584125&amp;postID=116476035978143007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/116476035978143007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/116476035978143007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/2006/11/arrr-this-be-my-pirate-name-thanks-be.html' title=''/><author><name>bofishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08337979694404862818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584125.post-116181535085929984</id><published>2006-10-25T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T15:29:43.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures!</title><content type='html'>well I notice I am the only one in my family who hasn't posted in a while so I think I will! But the problem is i don't have much to say(hopefully I will soon!!). so i think i will just post a few pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/704/320/Tessa%27s%20Party%20Dress.0.jpg"&gt;One &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/704/320/Dresses%20For%20Tessa.jpg"&gt;Two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/704/320/P8270056.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Sun hat!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/704/320/P8190035.jpg"&gt;Dominoes! Egg timer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/704/320/P8270077.jpg"&gt;Hey look!&lt;/a&gt; its tessa really really bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/704/320/P9170181.jpg"&gt;My baby!!!&lt;/a&gt; it needs a silver racing stripe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/704/320/P8210044.0.jpg"&gt;My best friend&lt;/a&gt; This was at courtneys and no it is not mine I am poor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/704/320/P8170003.jpg"&gt;rice crispys spoons!&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/704/320/P8170004.jpg"&gt;Elisa&lt;/a&gt; and I made rice chrispys In maine for Mr. and Mrs. Lundquist and Elisa's cousin Cole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/704/320/P8190033.jpg"&gt;Animal crackers!!&lt;/a&gt;  Mrs. Lundquist didn't let us get hungry at 6:00 in the morning when we went to watch the sun rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/704/320/P8180025.jpg"&gt;Tory&lt;/a&gt; This little girl live's in the frount part of the house at the lunkintosh farms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/704/320/P8270061.jpg"&gt;Jail bird &lt;/a&gt; Actually its just david&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/704/320/P8300136.jpg"&gt;What ever! &lt;/a&gt;Lexi wanted me to do a 90's hair thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/704/1600/P9030145.jpg"&gt;Belle&lt;/a&gt;  this is lexis little dog she's just as wild as Lexi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/704/320/P9060165.jpg"&gt;My awesome watch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/704/320/P9140170.jpg"&gt;Potatoe eyes&lt;/a&gt; Tis blurry but you get the point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/704/320/P9150178.jpg"&gt;Milk weed!&lt;/a&gt;  Gretchen was cutting it for to feed her monarch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/704/1600/P9180190.jpg"&gt;Al and Chives&lt;/a&gt;  our little kittys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have more pictures but I don't feel like putting them up maybe another time but it is now time for church so good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584125-116181535085929984?l=bofishie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/feeds/116181535085929984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9584125&amp;postID=116181535085929984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/116181535085929984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/116181535085929984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/2006/10/pictures.html' title='pictures!'/><author><name>bofishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08337979694404862818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584125.post-115983182013336084</id><published>2006-10-02T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T16:30:20.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In addition</title><content type='html'>well I am pretty sure you all read my last post  were i told ya'll about who I am gonna marry. My friend Becki decided that if I am going to get married I am going to need a wedding dress! We were looking on line and laughing at the poofy dresses like &lt;a href="http://www.davidsbridal.com/bridal_gowns_detail.jsp?stid=358&amp;prodgroup=10"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt;  and others when she said "I wanna make a pretty picture on paint and then email it to you"and then "im going to make your dream dress". I just said sure what ever then she asked for a picture of me so she could use my head on it, So I sent her a link.  I just waited and waited and waited and about 10 minutes later,while I was checking my email,I see one from becki so I open it up to see &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/704/1600/Tessa_s_Dream_Dress-1.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;   isn't it beautiful?!!? I love it. I've got to get those dress people working on that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584125-115983182013336084?l=bofishie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/feeds/115983182013336084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9584125&amp;postID=115983182013336084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/115983182013336084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/115983182013336084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/2006/10/in-addition.html' title='In addition'/><author><name>bofishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08337979694404862818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584125.post-115793649982686667</id><published>2006-09-10T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T14:20:48.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just pondering</title><content type='html'>Well, today I wasn't feeling to great and I am still feeling crummy. This morning I didn't go to church because, well, I was feeling crummy. So I grabbed my nice cozy Gretchen blankie and climbed on the couch watched some TV  and I think I might have even slept a little. But some how I sat on the remote and it changed to some news channel and they said some thing about a wedding. So naturally I thought about Cass and mark and then I thought about how I always say that I am gonna marry rich guys so I decided to give a list of all the people I want to marry so here it goes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Rory Gates.&lt;br /&gt;If you can't figure this one out I will tell you. He is Bill Gates'(Mr. MicrosoftMan) son. Even though he is only seven years old his allowence for one week is probably a lot! Lives in Seattle Wa.(I think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;a href="http://www.princeofwales.gov.uk/gallery-year/images/2006/060412_sandhurst/060412_sandhurst_03.jpg"&gt;Prince William of Wales &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and Prince Henry inherited all there mothers money and when there father dies they will have even more! Also he looks alot better then his father(who doesn't!).He is 23  and has an awesome line of stamps. If I was to marry him i would become a Princess and I mean how cool is that just to hear "And now announceing princess Bofishie!!!" now that would be awesome and also wouldn't you all liked to be invited to a royal palooza?Lives all over Europe. One thing is I think he could benifit from my next contestant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Timmy Richeld&lt;br /&gt;He is my orthadontists son and for at least the last 2 decades his fore fathers ( and regular father) have been orthadontists.I think he is about my age. Lives some were in New England and possibley in Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;a href="http://shop.nickjr.com/graphics/product_images/p731585reg.jpg"&gt;SpongeBob Squarepants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Is so very spongy and not to mention cute.I imagne he is very rich with all that merchandise they have. And common how cool would it be to have a towel with your husbands face on it! I don't think many people are sure of how old spongebob really is but he is old enough to get his drivers license, drive a car, and work. so I imagne he is at lease 18. Lives in Bikni Bottem USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;a href="http://www.ghoulishsystems.com/files/pooh12.gif"&gt;Winnie The Pooh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could any one NOT love this silly old bear? he's a rumbley tumbley bear and he is so kind and very...ummm....Not smart. but He is so fuzzy and warm. I have no idea how old he is. Lives in the Hundred Acre Wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;a href="http://www.stockfisch.de/masken/mario.jpg"&gt;Mario &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one guy! He may not have the best looks but he is soooo cool. when ever I use him in SuperSmash Brothers I do pertty well. but then I will try Luigi and the game gets all messed up. He probably have a good about of money. Can you call 1-877CASH like I always say "The money is always right!".....Okay so thats what Mr. Krabs always says but thats okay!Lives in....Mario land!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://web360.server2.dce4u.de/cookie.jpg"&gt;Cookie Monster&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well man this is  one of the best monsters I have ever seen. and He would truley appriciate my cookies unlike SOME people who make fun of you after ONE TIME of spoofing. I really don't know how old he is. Lives at 123 Sesame Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all the time I have. But I gotta go squeeze an elephant! Well not really I just need to get to bed but if you know anyone that I forgot please tell me and I will consider adding them!&lt;br /&gt;Good bye and Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. hey just try to think about what it would be like to have Bill Gates as a father in Law!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584125-115793649982686667?l=bofishie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/feeds/115793649982686667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9584125&amp;postID=115793649982686667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/115793649982686667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/115793649982686667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-pondering.html' title='just pondering'/><author><name>bofishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08337979694404862818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584125.post-115213396879714536</id><published>2006-07-05T13:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T13:03:52.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funnnyyy</title><content type='html'>well this post is mostly for paul but others will think it is funny so here it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Symphony was preforming Beethovens 9th symphony and things were getting a bit crazy. In the 4th movement, the lead violin tied the conductor's music to his stand. Meanwhile, the basses had been sneaking shots of whiskey through the whole performance and were completly plastered by this point. The bass trombone player looks up from his latest issue of Feild and Stream to ask his neighbor what in the world was going on. The guy turns to him and says "Well, it's the bottem of the 9th, the bases are loaded and the score is tied."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584125-115213396879714536?l=bofishie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/feeds/115213396879714536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9584125&amp;postID=115213396879714536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/115213396879714536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/115213396879714536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/2006/07/funnnyyy_05.html' title='Funnnyyy'/><author><name>bofishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08337979694404862818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584125.post-115117520533412732</id><published>2006-06-24T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T11:55:08.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer has started!</title><content type='html'>Whelp its summer and I have already started celebrating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Dad,Cass,Teds,Ray, and I went and saw cars. It was pretty good.....For a Pixar movie. It was all southern and stuff. What with the "piston cup" and all the redneck cars. But it was a sad movie because there were no Mustangs,BUT on the way home from the movies I saw my wonderful awesome car a black 2006 mustang GT!!! It would have been better if it had a sliver racing stripe down the center. In other summer news Sunday(the 25th) is a baby shower, Lexi's birthday, Lexi's Great Grams birthday, and my violin recital. Starting on Monday(the 26th) is VBS and I get to help with crafts whoop de doop(sarcasm) and the 26th will be one month from my birthday. On July 1st (Cassie's birthday) Marky Mark is coming up. On July 4th I will be running the road race watching the parade and mayhaps a cook out at the cromptons.  On July 18th we will celebrate ray's b-day.  In 30 days(July 23) I am leaving for North Carolina for camp and returning on the 30th!!! While at camp I will be turning 13 (on the 26th). On the 31st I am going to the orthodontist so they can take ALL my brackets off and then put them back on. Fun fun fun! In the beginning of August the Van Der Hyde's will be coming up and staying for a week I think. I can't wait!! After that my summer is empty. There is not even one word on the month of August on my calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So In case I don't post in a while.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY SUMMER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and don't forget my birthday is the 26th and I am running low on beads :P&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah and&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584125-115117520533412732?l=bofishie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/feeds/115117520533412732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9584125&amp;postID=115117520533412732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/115117520533412732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/115117520533412732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/2006/06/summer-has-started.html' title='Summer has started!'/><author><name>bofishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08337979694404862818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584125.post-114382671138140921</id><published>2006-03-31T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T09:38:31.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>check this out</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wished you knew  someone with awesome killer dance moves? Well you sure will after you see &lt;a href="http://home.comcast.net/%7Echazeroni/dancing_guy_0001.wmv"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. Yes I know its too awesome to be made by me but yes it was.  Enjoy.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.comcast.net/%7Echazeroni/dancing_guy_0001.wmv"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.comcast.net/%7Echazeroni/dancing_guy_0001.wmv"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584125-114382671138140921?l=bofishie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/feeds/114382671138140921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9584125&amp;postID=114382671138140921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/114382671138140921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/114382671138140921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/2006/03/check-this-out.html' title='check this out'/><author><name>bofishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08337979694404862818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584125.post-114368461690981956</id><published>2006-03-29T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T18:10:16.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO WICKED AWESOME</title><content type='html'>sweet my friend just found a web site ALL BOUT ME check it out &lt;a href="http://www.tessa.org/"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tessa.org"&gt;tessa.org sweeet&lt;/a&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/9584125-114368461690981956?l=bofishie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/feeds/114368461690981956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9584125&amp;postID=114368461690981956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/114368461690981956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/114368461690981956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-wicked-awesome.html' title='SO WICKED AWESOME'/><author><name>bofishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08337979694404862818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584125.post-114141904627642275</id><published>2006-03-03T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T12:51:33.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.orientaltrading.com/otcimg/25_528.jpg?resize%28250x250%29"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://image.orientaltrading.com/otcimg/25_528.jpg?resize%28250x250%29" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I finished science. YAY. A while ago I finished health but I didn't want to tell y'all (I said a funny word) yet because I had a special picture I drew for you guys but it won't let me upload it so that stinks. Other than that I am pretty happy.2 Fridays ago I went to Rachels birthday party it was a sleep over and it was a dress up one so I was me when I was little and I wore a denim jumper *GASP* I know its creepy and I had my hair in pony tails and I wore all my old jewelry. We had to wear masks. I had a pink one it. But yeah it was fun my had pizza BACON pizza,it was good. Any ways that's all I have to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584125-114141904627642275?l=bofishie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/feeds/114141904627642275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9584125&amp;postID=114141904627642275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/114141904627642275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/114141904627642275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/2006/03/yes.html' title='YES'/><author><name>bofishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08337979694404862818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584125.post-113699597701050336</id><published>2006-01-11T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T08:13:52.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Health AHHHHH</title><content type='html'>Well the title says it all, let us start at the beggining. Its a very good place to start. Okay so I am reading about "Commonly Abused Drugs" , so said the title, and this part of the chaper was about grass, pot, weed,reefer, Mary Jane, or as they call it Marijuana. They were talking about some of the affects it has on it's users You know, increasing of heart rate and blood pressure and all that junk when I ran into this: Long-time heavy users of marijuana often become dull, slow-moving, and unaware of their surroundings. Their friends appropriately use the term &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;fried to describe their condition. Yeah thay did TWENTY YEARS AGO.&lt;br /&gt;whooo do I hate this book my history book still has the soviet union and my science book says that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; some day&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; we will send stuff to mars. DO YOU BELEVE THAT  that would never happen blah de blah blah blah. what ever i guess i will just have to deal with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584125-113699597701050336?l=bofishie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/feeds/113699597701050336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9584125&amp;postID=113699597701050336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/113699597701050336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/113699597701050336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/2006/01/health-ahhhhh.html' title='Health AHHHHH'/><author><name>bofishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08337979694404862818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584125.post-113658353243855547</id><published>2006-01-06T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T13:38:52.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my family</title><content type='html'>Okay so I am on the computer ( DUHH) but any ways about five minutes ago I her Charlie in his room making wookie sounds ( creepy huh?). Then 2 minutes after that I hear Cassie ( who I hope was on the phone) was making monkey sounds (I think?!?!). Well... Yeah thats pretty much all I have to say yeah sooo be back in like a month.... or two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584125-113658353243855547?l=bofishie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/feeds/113658353243855547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9584125&amp;postID=113658353243855547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/113658353243855547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/113658353243855547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-family.html' title='my family'/><author><name>bofishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08337979694404862818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584125.post-113304277756133597</id><published>2005-11-26T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T14:08:19.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wowzers</title><content type='html'>I was bored today so I decided to google my name and guess what popped up, none other than MY BLOG I was just like WHOA. That was SOO cool. Other than that today (and my life) is boring exsept when teddys hulk arm broke. He was crying. Poor hulk, OH well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Boohbah is wearing under paints...... &lt;br /&gt;             I have been eating pie........ alot&lt;br /&gt;                 Its snowing.....................&lt;br /&gt;                   I wish I had candy ......&lt;br /&gt;                      lots of candy.&lt;br /&gt;                        This is a random post.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah my life is not boring. not at all.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584125-113304277756133597?l=bofishie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/feeds/113304277756133597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9584125&amp;postID=113304277756133597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/113304277756133597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/113304277756133597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/2005/11/wowzers.html' title='Wowzers'/><author><name>bofishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08337979694404862818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584125.post-112804354558431090</id><published>2005-09-29T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T18:25:45.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LAME BIBLE JOKES YAY</title><content type='html'>Fetafishie: Q. What kind of man was Boaz before he married?&lt;br /&gt;A. Ruth-less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What do they call pastors in Germany?&lt;br /&gt;A. German Shepherds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Who was the greatest financier in the Bible?&lt;br /&gt;A. Noah. He was floating his stock while everyone else was in liquidation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Q. What was the greatest female financier in the Bible?&lt;br /&gt;A. Pharaoh's daughter. She went down to the bank of the Nile and drew out a little prophet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What kind of motor vehicles are in the Bible?&lt;br /&gt;A. Jehovah drove Adam and Eve out of the Garden in a Fury.&lt;br /&gt;David's Triumph was heard throughout the land. Honda,&lt;br /&gt;because the apostles were all in one Accord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Who was the greatest comedian in the Bible?&lt;br /&gt;A. Samson. He brought the house down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What excuse did Adam give to his children as to why he no longer lived in Eden?&lt;br /&gt;A. Your mother ate us out of house and home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Which servant of God was the most flagrant lawbreaker in the Bible?&lt;br /&gt;A. Moses. He broke all 10 commandments at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Which area of Palestine was especially wealthy?&lt;br /&gt;A. The area around Jordan. The banks were always overflowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Who is the greatest baby sitter mentioned in the Bible?&lt;br /&gt;A. David. He rocked Goliath to a very deep sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Q. Which Bible character had no parents?&lt;br /&gt;A. Joshua, son of Nun.&lt;br /&gt; sorry What else wa i suppost to do with them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584125-112804354558431090?l=bofishie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/feeds/112804354558431090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9584125&amp;postID=112804354558431090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/112804354558431090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/112804354558431090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/2005/09/lame-bible-jokes-yay.html' title='LAME BIBLE JOKES YAY'/><author><name>bofishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08337979694404862818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584125.post-112777421085966352</id><published>2005-09-26T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T15:36:50.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure is a stepping stone to success..</title><content type='html'>Failure is a stepping stone to success.....unless you are Jenifer. Jenifer had always been an &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; A&lt;/span&gt; student. Her parents urged her to study and to keep up her grades. One semester she got a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; B&lt;/span&gt; in one subject. She was so devastatedthat she commited suicide.  &lt;br /&gt;  Wow souch a touching story if I got a B I would be dancing. well thats what I read in health what about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584125-112777421085966352?l=bofishie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/feeds/112777421085966352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9584125&amp;postID=112777421085966352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/112777421085966352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/112777421085966352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/2005/09/failure-is-stepping-stone-to-success.html' title='Failure is a stepping stone to success..'/><author><name>bofishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08337979694404862818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584125.post-112587348112975414</id><published>2005-09-04T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T15:38:01.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun</title><content type='html'>Today I had fun like ALLLL day. So to start my day off I got up before every one and took a shower and I was the FIRST to use our new shower head. So there. Next I got to see my self I the paper, cool... I guess. THEN we went to the Lowell Sports mans club. I got to shoot one of our awesome 22's  with a SWEET scope. And I only missed 2 out of 30 shots, and those ones were off the chart that's how good they were. heh heh, I crack my self up, any who that was from 25 yards?? I don't know if it was yards or feet. I am  pretty sure its yards. I did not get scared when mark was shooting and he was really pretty good... for a boy. &lt;br /&gt;    We had a normal day at the sports mans club, older sibs stealing your bike, ham burgers and hot dogs, and dancing on the dance floor. Okay so that's not normal but peoples from the club had just had there wedding reception there yesterday. So they had a giant tent and a dance floor. T'was cool and awesome watching Teds trying to break dance, watching ray break his neck, And watching Chaz break dancing .&lt;br /&gt;Man that was fun the best part was a warm Pepsi I had or maybe the hot dogs NO WAIT I KNOW I loved the guns.              Well all I know was that was fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584125-112587348112975414?l=bofishie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/feeds/112587348112975414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9584125&amp;postID=112587348112975414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/112587348112975414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/112587348112975414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/2005/09/fun.html' title='Fun'/><author><name>bofishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08337979694404862818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584125.post-112440951018614987</id><published>2005-08-18T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T16:59:52.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>coooool</title><content type='html'>Eámanë Elendil's my name and watching Lord Of the Rings is my game. Well thats Tessa Anganes in &lt;a href="http://www.chriswetherell.com/elf/"&gt;elvish&lt;/a&gt; and in &lt;a href="http://www.chriswetherell.com/hobbit/"&gt;hobbit&lt;/a&gt; I am Bramblerose Peatfingers of Brockenborings. Its pretty cool I guess.Thanks to Nessa Minyatur( Laura) for those rockin links.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584125-112440951018614987?l=bofishie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/feeds/112440951018614987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9584125&amp;postID=112440951018614987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/112440951018614987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/112440951018614987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/2005/08/coooool.html' title='coooool'/><author><name>bofishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08337979694404862818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584125.post-112351255256961270</id><published>2005-08-08T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T07:49:12.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>uggggghhhh</title><content type='html'>So I woke up this morning and do YOU know what I said to myself? Well of course you don't.I said " wow I feel really crummy." and I did and I still do but at that time it was 7:07 and my back was killing and so was me toe( because I skinned all the skin off) and it still is. So I fell back asleep and woke up a hour later and do you know what I said to myself " I still feel really crummy" and I did so I went back asleep for 51 minutes. I woke up for the 3rd time that morning my back my toe and my hands were all killing me but I looked at the clock and it said 8:53. Wow man I was like awed that I slept that late and I said to myself "ok I still feel really crummy I probley look like it to. I have to get out of bed." and I did and know what I thought of, Well of course you don't you are not in my mind. Any way I was thinking about the time I was at Lexis and sleeping over with her and Nicole and 3 of there cousins Kristin Katie and Megan and Lexi said " its no fair all the cousins have k Swiss and I don't" and of course all the girls start saying " I don't have them and never have". I was just watching from the side lines laughing at them and all that stuff. Lexi walks over and asks " what brand of shoes are yours?" and I replied "Haines" and she says " YOUR SHOES NOT YOUR UNDER WEAR!!". So I had to show her and we had  a good laugh. It was easily one of the best lines I have heard in my life. But that is the end of my happy sad day but I still feel pretty crummy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584125-112351255256961270?l=bofishie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/feeds/112351255256961270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9584125&amp;postID=112351255256961270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/112351255256961270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/112351255256961270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/2005/08/uggggghhhh.html' title='uggggghhhh'/><author><name>bofishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08337979694404862818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584125.post-111944867551287665</id><published>2005-06-22T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T06:57:55.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night</title><content type='html'>Ok so i got all this information just this morning.So last night I wake up in the middle of the night  IN THE BATHROOM with a towel under my head like a pillow with Charlie above me saying TESSA?!?!?!? TESSA!!! I was just like " What am I doing in here?! and that's what Charlie was saying to me. I was telling Charlie how I was so hot in my bed room so he was saying i will take a fan up for you and I was just like oh no that's ok but he did any way so he plugged it in and fan it but it was squealing so i was just like get the other one so he got it and turned it on and he went back to bed or what ever i think the clock said 11:00 i don't know thoi but then my mom came out of her room and asked wheat happened and i think i said Charlie just set up the fan then i fell asleep .........But in the morning I was pratcing my violin and i had one measure left and my Mother popped her head through the door and said were did you sleep tonight and Charlie stepped in and said "last night you went down stairs and went right past mom and he said he was in his room and he needed to use the bath room but i was in there 10 minutes went past and so he went down stairs and knocked on the door but no one answered so he was going to open the door but it was locked so he looked under the door the light was and and he could just see my feet so then he started pounding on the door and i did not move ( heavy sleeper i guess) so then he grabbed a screw driver and tried unlocking the door and it did not fit but he jammed it in and made it fit and he rammed the door with his shoulder and it opened then he was like TESSA TESSA and i was just saying I AM TRYING TO SLEEP and tht went on for a few seconds then i woke up and so on so my night was wacky of and Chaz thought i was eather dead or that I passed out so my night was fun filled&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584125-111944867551287665?l=bofishie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/feeds/111944867551287665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9584125&amp;postID=111944867551287665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/111944867551287665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/111944867551287665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/2005/06/last-night.html' title='Last night'/><author><name>bofishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08337979694404862818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584125.post-111745436342572265</id><published>2005-05-30T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T04:59:23.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>do you know...</title><content type='html'>Do you know why they call it puke when you throw up?? I do in 1770's doctors ground herbs into pukes, or pastes, with mortar and pestle. Patients swallowed the paste and soon began vomiting, which supposedly rid their bodies of too much bile. Now wasn't that fun?? not really but who really cares thanks for listeing to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584125-111745436342572265?l=bofishie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/feeds/111745436342572265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9584125&amp;postID=111745436342572265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/111745436342572265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/111745436342572265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/2005/05/do-you-know.html' title='do you know...'/><author><name>bofishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08337979694404862818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584125.post-111447756510050468</id><published>2005-04-25T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T18:06:05.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>do you know....</title><content type='html'>Do you know what maple syrup is? I mean I know what to DO with it. But what IS maple syrup anyhow? And where does it come from? Maple syrup is made from a slightly sweet liquid, called sap. It comes from inside of a suger maple trees. The sap runs through the inside of the tree, just beneath the bark, in late winter or early spring when the night are below freezing and the days are mild. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a native american legend about the discovery of maple syrup.........&lt;br /&gt;  Iroquois Chief , Woksis, pulled his tomahawk out of a suger maple tree were he had thrown it the day bofore. The weather got warmer that day, and sap started to flow out of the cut tree. It accidentally dripped into a trough near the tree trunk. Woksis' wife went out looking for water to cook their supper in. She found the trough filled with sap. It looked just like water, so she decided to use it. Woksis' wife boiled their meat in the sugary liquid. It filled the woods with the most wonderful maple smell, and Woksis couldn't wait to get home to eat his dinner. AND DID HE LIKE IT!! so they used it for some other stuff like food and now like umm... 21 century they use metal buckets and tap thingies then they boil it and all that and 43 gallons (163.4 liters) of sap will make one gallon(3.8 liters) of syrup AND REMEBER , never teach a chicken to ride a bike unless the monkeys are eating thier bananas in pine trees&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584125-111447756510050468?l=bofishie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/feeds/111447756510050468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9584125&amp;postID=111447756510050468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/111447756510050468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/111447756510050468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/2005/04/do-you-know.html' title='do you know....'/><author><name>bofishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08337979694404862818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584125.post-111324431245490773</id><published>2005-04-11T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T11:31:52.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob</title><content type='html'>OHHHHH SAVE MY POOR BOB PLEASE oh well its not like I use him but,would you like to sit down in the dining room waching a family eat while you gather dust? I know I wouldn't but my poor poor baby bob thats how his life is accasually getting up for a party of urmm... something. but feel free to donate. DISCLAMER:I will NOT be held responsible for any miss use of your money  it will be all your fault Thank you Tessa Anganes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584125-111324431245490773?l=bofishie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/feeds/111324431245490773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9584125&amp;postID=111324431245490773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/111324431245490773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/111324431245490773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/2005/04/bob.html' title='Bob'/><author><name>bofishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08337979694404862818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584125.post-111249913089137861</id><published>2005-04-02T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T15:08:37.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Easter Egg</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/alanganes/P3260023.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Tessa, I just couldn't resist posting this picture. Love ya!&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584125-111249913089137861?l=bofishie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/111249913089137861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/111249913089137861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-easter-egg.html' title='My Easter Egg'/><author><name>bofishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08337979694404862818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584125.post-111023922856462640</id><published>2005-03-07T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T15:47:08.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bofishie89's weblog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bofishie.blogspot.com/"&gt;bofishie89's weblog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Woha its been  long time since the last post. oh well I was pretty bored today the only fun thing I did so far is go down the street and ee to puppys and even makeing cake was not fun because the pan keeps leaking but I think it wil taste pretty good thanks to Evelyn Bryant (whoever that is) I am makeing her blueberry cake sept its cranberry cake. I am gessing it is some one from the blakes church on accounta itss from there church cook book but othr than the dripping pn and school work my day was good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584125-111023922856462640?l=bofishie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/feeds/111023922856462640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9584125&amp;postID=111023922856462640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/111023922856462640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/111023922856462640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/2005/03/bofishie89s-weblog.html' title='bofishie89&apos;s weblog'/><author><name>bofishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08337979694404862818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584125.post-110901284768029458</id><published>2005-02-21T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T11:49:17.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hipity hoppity hippity hoppity hippity hop</title><content type='html'>I have not been able to write on here for a while. Hey cool I acculey have some thing i can talk about. This week I went up to Maine it was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;so&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; much fun my head almost exoploded. It is my friends grand parents apple orchard up in Alfred Maine (if you know were Camp Cherith is you know were I mean) but they have a big pond that was totally frozen and We went sleding down thew big hill onto the water it was so much fun. The place is called Lunk-n-Tush Farms and I learned to go cross courtrey skiing it was fun, the end&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/9584125-110901284768029458?l=bofishie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/feeds/110901284768029458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9584125&amp;postID=110901284768029458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/110901284768029458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/110901284768029458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/2005/02/hipity-hoppity-hippity-hoppity-hippity.html' title='hipity hoppity hippity hoppity hippity hop'/><author><name>bofishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08337979694404862818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584125.post-110641505548887308</id><published>2005-01-22T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T09:30:55.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>skateing</title><content type='html'>The other day I went ice skateing  it was fun except the falling down part it never hurt to bad but it was fun. Sorry about not posting a lot I have not been on the computer in a while I miss my computer when I do not use it I miss poor wizzy( thats what I call my computer) acculey I never botherd to name my computer I don't know who would name the computer. One Christmas this nice lady at my church gave me a doll. I was standing next to the Christmas tree and I opened it and there was a doll...a boy doll (only I did not know that)  it was wearing a dress and I said, Oh its a girl and my Mom was just like uhhh....... then I said oh its a boy...... and his name is Bob. And mind you it is NOT Robert its Bob Bob Anganes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584125-110641505548887308?l=bofishie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/feeds/110641505548887308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9584125&amp;postID=110641505548887308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/110641505548887308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/110641505548887308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/2005/01/skateing.html' title='skateing'/><author><name>bofishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08337979694404862818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584125.post-110493151747540376</id><published>2005-01-05T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T05:25:17.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>school</title><content type='html'>I was suppost to start school yesterday but I was sick so today I have to start  it will be a sad very boring day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584125-110493151747540376?l=bofishie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/feeds/110493151747540376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9584125&amp;postID=110493151747540376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/110493151747540376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/110493151747540376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/2005/01/school.html' title='school'/><author><name>bofishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08337979694404862818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584125.post-110486442004082437</id><published>2005-01-04T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T10:47:00.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man </title><content type='html'>I have been going every were  I have not been able to post and Annie has been kill9ing me for that ohh well. If  Annie ever gets a blog and does not post OFF WITH HER HEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584125-110486442004082437?l=bofishie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/feeds/110486442004082437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9584125&amp;postID=110486442004082437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/110486442004082437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/110486442004082437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/2005/01/man.html' title='Man '/><author><name>bofishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08337979694404862818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584125.post-110419840124043239</id><published>2004-12-27T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T14:47:09.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>brrrrrrrrrr</title><content type='html'>Man, it is cold and I am freezing. I was playing in the snow all day and my clothes got all wet . I am bored. Maybe I could surprise my mom and clean my messy room! Oh well, WHO WANTS SOME HOT COCOA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584125-110419840124043239?l=bofishie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/feeds/110419840124043239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9584125&amp;postID=110419840124043239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/110419840124043239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/110419840124043239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/2004/12/brrrrrrrrrr.html' title='brrrrrrrrrr'/><author><name>bofishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08337979694404862818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584125.post-110416735424937800</id><published>2004-12-27T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T09:09:14.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow</title><content type='html'>wow dude all I did  so far today is cross  stich  so I  am board and I am trying to use my moms key board it is very small and  weird  I  am not use to it so nothingnew I need something inturesting in my lifeI shold invite Emily over lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584125-110416735424937800?l=bofishie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/feeds/110416735424937800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9584125&amp;postID=110416735424937800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/110416735424937800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/110416735424937800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/2004/12/wow.html' title='wow'/><author><name>bofishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08337979694404862818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584125.post-110400168820839537</id><published>2004-12-25T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T11:08:08.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>I am here at Emily , Paul,and Bryans house because it is Christmas this morning my Dad made a cassoril it had eggs and olives it was SOOOOOO gross i allmost barfed (no offence Dad) it was really eggy thats why it was gross but to day for lunch i am gonna eat ravvilloi (yum) i can't wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584125-110400168820839537?l=bofishie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/feeds/110400168820839537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9584125&amp;postID=110400168820839537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/110400168820839537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/110400168820839537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>bofishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08337979694404862818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584125.post-110398433317278502</id><published>2004-12-25T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T06:18:53.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DUDE </title><content type='html'>awesome I got a blog ty Mark this is like awesome i am sooooo happy I don't know why mabey because its christmas oh well ITS AWEESOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584125-110398433317278502?l=bofishie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/feeds/110398433317278502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9584125&amp;postID=110398433317278502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/110398433317278502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/110398433317278502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/2004/12/dude.html' title='DUDE '/><author><name>bofishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08337979694404862818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584125.post-110607580279249128</id><published>1999-01-18T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T11:16:42.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry</title><content type='html'>I have not been  on the computer for like 5 days it seems so odd, but mabey it will do me good not to use the computer for a while.......NAHHH i like the computer it is my baby his name is winner ( I don't know why I call him that).  Well I never acculey named my computer and if I do I will name it  Edward... or...uhh.. Bob yeah that works.  I once had a doll that I got from this lady at my church i got it for Christmas i opened it and is wasin a dress I was oh its a baby girl then my Moms like errmmmm OH ITS A BOY!!!! And his name  is Bob Bob Anganes and allways will be. Oh yeah and its not Robert his first name is Bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584125-110607580279249128?l=bofishie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/feeds/110607580279249128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9584125&amp;postID=110607580279249128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/110607580279249128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9584125/posts/default/110607580279249128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bofishie.blogspot.com/1999/01/sorry.html' title='sorry'/><author><name>bofishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08337979694404862818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
