<?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-5765319525773289576</id><updated>2011-09-03T02:11:23.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>odie as a senior.</title><subtitle type='html'>2008-2009</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>odie ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16963333332663443055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/Sb557yshj-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/NeBrm0kcTdA/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765319525773289576.post-7374377461138636183</id><published>2009-10-20T16:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T16:56:56.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure</title><content type='html'>There are days when you feel as if all is lost. I've been feeling that way for &lt;em&gt;days &lt;/em&gt;and to be honest I am fed up with it. I actually begged our Lord for mercy. To take this pain and depression away, the heavy heart I constantly carry. I want to be a better mother to Gabriel and being depressed doesn't solve anything. A few minutes later, my chest felt much lighter and I felt stronger as well. He works in mysterious ways for us all. And these past few years, I've been questioning my faith to him. Its a long road to go down but I'm up for it. Take it day by day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765319525773289576-7374377461138636183?l=odiekins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/feeds/7374377461138636183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765319525773289576&amp;postID=7374377461138636183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/7374377461138636183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/7374377461138636183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/2009/10/failure.html' title='Failure'/><author><name>odie ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16963333332663443055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/Sb557yshj-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/NeBrm0kcTdA/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765319525773289576.post-8966652450715572480</id><published>2009-05-13T09:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:35:57.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Story spinner, best friend in the world</title><content type='html'>As she approached my friends in me, I looked her over. She was the kind of girl that my aunt would call a "Freckle -face &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cartoon&lt;/span&gt;". She had strawberry blond hair, blue eyes, freckles everywhere, and about my height, which I tell you, isn't tall at all. This was years ago when I first meet Annie. My 7 year old self at my old house with "The group" or so we called ourselves. Annie had just moved here from Atlanta, GA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the girls did not like her. They said she was different, which I really didn't get. They made fun of her because she liked to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;barefoot&lt;/span&gt;. Well so did I but they never said anything about me. I liked her the first day I met her and knew we were going to be best friends.&lt;br /&gt;We were inseperable. Secret handshakes, slumber parties, playing dolls and dress-up, climbing trees, trying to sell lemonade to raise money to buy dog food for a stray puppy we found. We even had our own secret language. No one understood it and that made it better. My big sister said it sounded like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gibberish&lt;/span&gt; and that we were dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always caused trouble though. Something always went wrong. There was even this one time where we were playing soccer in her house and we dropped the mini &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chandelier&lt;/span&gt; in her dining room. She kicked it extra hard in the wrong direction and the ball went soaring over our heads smashing into the light and it came crashing down onto the dining room table. Now that was uncalled for. She was awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765319525773289576-8966652450715572480?l=odiekins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/feeds/8966652450715572480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765319525773289576&amp;postID=8966652450715572480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/8966652450715572480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/8966652450715572480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-she-approached-my-friends-in-me-i.html' title='Story spinner, best friend in the world'/><author><name>odie ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16963333332663443055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/Sb557yshj-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/NeBrm0kcTdA/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765319525773289576.post-3164257573763528295</id><published>2009-05-13T09:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:23:13.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>swine flu</title><content type='html'>to be honest, the swine flu pandemic scares me. last year when staph was going around, i got it! when a stomach bug or flu is going around, i always get it. so lately i've been trying to be really careful. washing my hands, using hand sanitizer, especially with Gabriel being home. Its horrible that something you can't see can harm you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765319525773289576-3164257573763528295?l=odiekins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/feeds/3164257573763528295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765319525773289576&amp;postID=3164257573763528295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/3164257573763528295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/3164257573763528295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/2009/05/swine-flu.html' title='swine flu'/><author><name>odie ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16963333332663443055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/Sb557yshj-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/NeBrm0kcTdA/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765319525773289576.post-4484279438241435631</id><published>2009-05-06T12:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T15:18:19.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher</title><content type='html'>Mrs. Connie Inman- I can't make out a single situation that's happened in my head, it seriously feels as if i've lost my memory. I do remember her being my favorite teacher in 6th grade though. She was always so nice and warm to me, and I was going through alot that year. I had her for Language Arts &amp;amp; Reading so that was fun. She knew I loved fish and the ocean so one day she gave me a bracelet that had fish on it. Everyday I looked forward to going to her class. My cousins Rianna &amp;amp; Soly had her their 6th grade year and she treated them like she treated me. To Mrs. Inman =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765319525773289576-4484279438241435631?l=odiekins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/feeds/4484279438241435631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765319525773289576&amp;postID=4484279438241435631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/4484279438241435631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/4484279438241435631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/2009/05/teacher.html' title='Teacher'/><author><name>odie ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16963333332663443055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/Sb557yshj-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/NeBrm0kcTdA/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765319525773289576.post-1649083188931507576</id><published>2009-04-07T18:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:27:34.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Senior Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Senior days, senior night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;How I dreaded those daily plights&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Pregnant and whiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Yet so tiny&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like screaming out loud&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Months pass by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby is no lie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach is really huge&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes February,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A forever-long memory&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son is actually here&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;He’s 12 weeks early,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;And I’m in a hurry,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To recover and to be with him.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing out my senior year&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though enjoying my baby’s first tear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ll miss you guys and always will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Can’t think of anything that rhymes with that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh and to add, Gabriel is getting fat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765319525773289576-1649083188931507576?l=odiekins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/feeds/1649083188931507576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765319525773289576&amp;postID=1649083188931507576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/1649083188931507576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/1649083188931507576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/2009/04/senior-year.html' title='Senior Year'/><author><name>odie ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16963333332663443055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/Sb557yshj-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/NeBrm0kcTdA/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765319525773289576.post-2055173482166645051</id><published>2009-04-07T17:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T17:49:38.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>comic strip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/SdvYKorgBdI/AAAAAAAAAFs/cde6rXqFLfs/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 135px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/SdvYKorgBdI/AAAAAAAAAFs/cde6rXqFLfs/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322085061898536402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;click picture to see closer =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;my dearest sister christabel &amp;amp; me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765319525773289576-2055173482166645051?l=odiekins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/feeds/2055173482166645051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765319525773289576&amp;postID=2055173482166645051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/2055173482166645051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/2055173482166645051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/2009/04/comic-strip.html' title='comic strip'/><author><name>odie ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16963333332663443055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/Sb557yshj-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/NeBrm0kcTdA/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/SdvYKorgBdI/AAAAAAAAAFs/cde6rXqFLfs/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765319525773289576.post-4445412730113859742</id><published>2009-04-07T16:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T16:19:07.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Salem Witch Trials</title><content type='html'>Dear Church,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can prove my innocence before your eyes. I am not a witch! You see, the reason why I have been so withdrawn and silent is because my beloved cat died. The reason why you saw me go into the forest holding a dead animal is because I've gone to put her in her final resting place. You people say I was chanting? I was singing to her. She was my child and I loved her. If you don't believe this, go dig her up, although I suggest you not to. Her body is more than likely rotting by now. Maybe you should look into Ms. Sarah's acts too perhaps? I told you why I was in the woods, so now it is her turn. She did turn me in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Odessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765319525773289576-4445412730113859742?l=odiekins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/feeds/4445412730113859742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765319525773289576&amp;postID=4445412730113859742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/4445412730113859742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/4445412730113859742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/2009/04/salem-witch-trials.html' title='Salem Witch Trials'/><author><name>odie ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16963333332663443055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/Sb557yshj-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/NeBrm0kcTdA/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765319525773289576.post-2575255111272025746</id><published>2009-04-07T16:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T16:09:02.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Reasons I Love Spring Semester</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1. school is nearly out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2. we are graduating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;3. fresh green grass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;4. beautiful breezy sunny weather, with an occasional shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;5. blue skies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;6. baseball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;7. Earth month =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;8. time to bring out the spring wardrobe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;9. smiles usually everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;10. love is in the air! Luis&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765319525773289576-2575255111272025746?l=odiekins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/feeds/2575255111272025746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765319525773289576&amp;postID=2575255111272025746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/2575255111272025746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/2575255111272025746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/2009/04/10-reasons-i-love-spring-semester.html' title='10 Reasons I Love Spring Semester'/><author><name>odie ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16963333332663443055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/Sb557yshj-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/NeBrm0kcTdA/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765319525773289576.post-8495796629184965672</id><published>2009-04-02T09:32:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:18:06.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'>18 Reasons Why I Am Thankful For My Parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Even though distance has seperated me from my dad, he's still willing to help me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;My dad trusts me and the decisions that I choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;Since no one ever "spoiled" me(lol), my mom did that cause Christabel had grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Both of my parents are excited to be grandparents =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;Dad takes things so calmly and is very optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;Mom always told me that school is important and gave me that push when I needed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;When it came to "girl talk", my mom helped me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. &lt;/span&gt;My dad is a funny guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. &lt;/span&gt;I have no idea where I'd be if neither were in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. &lt;/span&gt;Both have taught me right from wrong in their own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt; Both have shown me the importance of family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. &lt;/span&gt;I can't stay mad at either, they have that advantage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. &lt;/span&gt;I've always been given the choice to go live with my dad, but my mommy needed me&lt;3 style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Mom has protected me, she was a mom and "dad" at times since he is a billion miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. &lt;/span&gt;Both have nurtured, comforted, and provided me with all my needs including emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. &lt;/span&gt;Without them, I wouldn't exist(haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. &lt;/span&gt;Both love me no matter what! Even though I'm still in high school, have a kid, and got married...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. &lt;/span&gt;Throughout my whole life, I never realized how much they both mean to me. Even though they have been seperated just about through all of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765319525773289576-8495796629184965672?l=odiekins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/feeds/8495796629184965672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765319525773289576&amp;postID=8495796629184965672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/8495796629184965672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/8495796629184965672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/2009/04/18-reasons-why-i-am-thankful-for-my.html' title='18 Reasons Why I Am Thankful For My Parents'/><author><name>odie ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16963333332663443055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/Sb557yshj-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/NeBrm0kcTdA/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765319525773289576.post-6269238185261329696</id><published>2009-01-16T11:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T11:48:47.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>human interest</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Craigery Michael Owens&lt;/b&gt; is a musician from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Davison,_Michigan" title="Davison, Michigan"&gt;Davison, Michigan&lt;/a&gt; and he currently resides in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rochester_Hills,_Michigan" title="Rochester Hills, Michigan"&gt;Rochester Hills, Michigan&lt;/a&gt;. He is the lead singer of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chiodos" title="Chiodos"&gt;Chiodos&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cinematic_Sunrise" title="Cinematic Sunrise"&gt;Cinematic Sunrise&lt;/a&gt;, and is co-leading another side project, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isles_%26_Glaciers" title="Isles &amp;amp; Glaciers"&gt;Isles &amp;amp; Glaciers&lt;/a&gt;, along side &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jonny_Craig" title="Jonny Craig"&gt;Jonny Craig&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emarosa" title="Emarosa"&gt;Emarosa&lt;/a&gt;. He was also a part of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Sound_of_Animals_Fighting" title="The Sound of Animals Fighting"&gt;The Sound of Animals Fighting&lt;/a&gt; and was given an offer to reprise his role in their third album, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Ocean_and_the_Sun" title="The Ocean and the Sun"&gt;The Ocean and the Sun&lt;/a&gt;, but declined due to a full schedule.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Owens and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anthony_Green_%28musician%29" title="Anthony Green (musician)"&gt;Anthony Green&lt;/a&gt; were both featured for cover stories in &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alternative_Press_%28music_magazine%29" title="Alternative Press (music magazine)" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Alternative Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; in September 2008.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Craig_Owens_%28musician%29#cite_note-0" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-1" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Craig_Owens_%28musician%29#cite_note-1" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;table id="toc" class="toc" summary="Contents"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; //&lt;![CDATA[  if (window.showTocToggle) { var tocShowText = "show"; var tocHideText = "hide"; showTocToggle(); }  //]]&gt; &lt;/script&gt; &lt;p&gt;Owens was born when his mother was 17 years old. His parents would often fight and as a young boy, he would climb out of his bedroom window and listen to music in his father's car. He has cited &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alkaline_Trio" title="Alkaline Trio"&gt;Alkaline Trio&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Goddamnit" title="Goddamnit"&gt;Goddamnit&lt;/a&gt; as a favorite in high school as well as the band &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MxPx" title="MxPx"&gt;MxPx&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;On July 20, 2008, Craig Owens attempted to overdose on prescription &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xanax" title="Xanax" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Xanax&lt;/a&gt; in his Michigan home.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I woke up in the emergency room surrounded by my family and best friends, with an IV in my left arm, and hooked up to machines."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-2" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Craig_Owens_%28musician%29#cite_note-2" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;The attempt was the result of a long struggle with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bipolar_disorder" title="Bipolar disorder"&gt;bipolar disorder&lt;/a&gt;, and frequent anxiety attacks. Owens has stated that he has not suffered any permanent physical damage from the incident and can't wait to embark on his next tour with Chiodos. Craig had booked over 350 Chiodos shows before they were signed to Equal Vision.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Both Craig Owens and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jonny_Craig" title="Jonny Craig"&gt;Jonny Craig&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emarosa" title="Emarosa"&gt;Emarosa&lt;/a&gt;, have started a new project and band which is currently recording. On December 15, 2008 this side project was revealed to be called &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isles_%26_Glaciers" title="Isles &amp;amp; Glaciers"&gt;Isles &amp;amp; Glaciers&lt;/a&gt; and includes Craig Owens (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chiodos" title="Chiodos"&gt;Chiodos&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cinematic_Sunrise" title="Cinematic Sunrise"&gt;Cinematic Sunrise&lt;/a&gt;) and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jonny_Craig" title="Jonny Craig"&gt;Jonny Craig&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emarosa" title="Emarosa"&gt;Emarosa&lt;/a&gt;) providing Vocals, Vic Fuentes (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pierce_the_Veil" title="Pierce the Veil"&gt;Pierce the Veil&lt;/a&gt;) on guitar and backing vocals, Nick Martin (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Underminded" title="Underminded"&gt;Underminded&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cinematic_Sunrise" title="Cinematic Sunrise"&gt;Cinematic Sunrise&lt;/a&gt;) on guitar, Matt Goddard (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chiodos" title="Chiodos"&gt;Chiodos&lt;/a&gt;) on bass, Brian Southall (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Receiving_End_of_Sirens" title="The Receiving End of Sirens"&gt;The Receiving End of Sirens&lt;/a&gt;) on Programming/Guitar, and Mike Fuentes (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pierce_the_Veil" title="Pierce the Veil"&gt;Pierce the Veil&lt;/a&gt;) on Drums/Percussion.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Craig Owens and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jonny_Craig" title="Jonny Craig"&gt;Jonny Craig&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emarosa" title="Emarosa"&gt;Emarosa&lt;/a&gt; will be featured as guest vocalists on the debut album "Kingdoms" by rock band &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Broadway" title="Broadway"&gt;Broadway&lt;/a&gt;, which is set to release in March 2009.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-3" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Craig_Owens_%28musician%29#cite_note-3" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-4" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Craig_Owens_%28musician%29#cite_note-4" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="Discography" id="Discography"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765319525773289576-6269238185261329696?l=odiekins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/feeds/6269238185261329696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765319525773289576&amp;postID=6269238185261329696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/6269238185261329696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/6269238185261329696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/2009/01/human-interest.html' title='human interest'/><author><name>odie ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16963333332663443055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/Sb557yshj-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/NeBrm0kcTdA/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765319525773289576.post-5297707867256649328</id><published>2009-01-13T11:23:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T11:52:32.377-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Through the eyes of a dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/SW91ZR0p5SI/AAAAAAAAAEc/mmVUoqcjUdk/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 84px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/SW91ZR0p5SI/AAAAAAAAAEc/mmVUoqcjUdk/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291577164325053730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/SW91Eg9BBbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Mtz9De1uVvc/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 126px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/SW91Eg9BBbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Mtz9De1uVvc/s200/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291576807609402802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;hello! my name is Romeo. i have a best friend who is a cat! her name is&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Juliet and we are entirely inseparable. my master is the best in the world. she gives me my favorite food every day. i enjoy being pet by her. when i was first brought into the home of the master's, causing trouble was my thing! knocking stuff over, attacking the pillows, chewing on such good shoes, oh my! i loved the adventure. the master scolded me on a daily basis and even sometime locked me up in the empty bathroom with only paper to chase around. she didnt like that either. Juliet then came into my life teaching me right and wrong. cats are always smart. its like she could read the master's mind. without Juliet, i'd probably have been sent away due to my bad behavior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/ocavazos/Desktop/images.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/ocavazos/Desktop/images.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/ocavazos/Desktop/images.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/ocavazos/Desktop/images.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/ocavazos/Desktop/images.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/ocavazos/Desktop/images.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/ocavazos/Desktop/images.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765319525773289576-5297707867256649328?l=odiekins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/feeds/5297707867256649328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765319525773289576&amp;postID=5297707867256649328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/5297707867256649328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/5297707867256649328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/2009/01/through-eyes-of-dog.html' title='Through the eyes of a dog'/><author><name>odie ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16963333332663443055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/Sb557yshj-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/NeBrm0kcTdA/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/SW91ZR0p5SI/AAAAAAAAAEc/mmVUoqcjUdk/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765319525773289576.post-6261523481053402485</id><published>2009-01-06T11:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T11:55:32.712-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The senses of Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-smells of christmas: thanksgiving-like food, mexican sugar cookies, peppermint, chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;-sights of christmas: christmas lights everywhere, christmas trees, stockings, presents, smiling faces, sometimes snow, snowman, children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-sounds of christmas: laughter, gasps &amp;amp; shrieks of surprise, ripping of wrapping paper, christmas carols, spanish music(Feliz Navidad), the thank- yous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;-touches of christmas: new gifts, snow, food, hands, hugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-tastes of christmas: candy canes, chocolate, tamales, cookies, snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" src="file:///Users/ocavazos/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://johnbokma.com/mexit/2006/12/13/christmas-tree.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://mylovestrings.blogspot.com/2007/12/we-had-big-tree-na-weee.html&amp;amp;usg=__qd8jUbEx1eQbM1GpLXgzIWfnTGs=&amp;amp;h=500&amp;amp;w=375&amp;amp;sz=108&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=17&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=DdhDmMBfuOU3-M:&amp;amp;tbnh=130&amp;amp;tbnw=98&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dchristmas%2Btree%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26safe%3Dactive%26sa%3DG"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid ; width: 109px; height: 132px;" src="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:DdhDmMBfuOU3-M:http://johnbokma.com/mexit/2006/12/13/christmas-tree.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://whatscookingamerica.net/Cookie/MexicanSugarCookies.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://whatscookingamerica.net/Cookie/MexicanSugarCookies.htm&amp;amp;usg=__9vrJva_ZXY1uWyjS26lMtCUQIy0=&amp;amp;h=276&amp;amp;w=432&amp;amp;sz=22&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=1&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=WBV5DWM7G2VYRM:&amp;amp;tbnh=81&amp;amp;tbnw=126&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dmexican%2Bsugar%2Bcookie%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26safe%3Dactive%26sa%3DN"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid ; width: 128px; height: 98px;" src="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:WBV5DWM7G2VYRM:http://whatscookingamerica.net/Cookie/MexicanSugarCookies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;mexican sugar cookies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765319525773289576-6261523481053402485?l=odiekins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/feeds/6261523481053402485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765319525773289576&amp;postID=6261523481053402485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/6261523481053402485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/6261523481053402485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/2009/01/senses-of-christmas.html' title='The senses of Christmas'/><author><name>odie ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16963333332663443055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/Sb557yshj-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/NeBrm0kcTdA/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765319525773289576.post-9136562049911169812</id><published>2008-12-12T11:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:43:42.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Room 101 =/</title><content type='html'>Room 101 would be all my fears placed right in front of my eyes. i'm claustrophobic too. The room would be small and i'd be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt; struggling to breathe as if i was in a deep depth of water. each wall would have wall-size pictures flashing before my eyes. worms, owls, death, abortion, slaugtering, everything that scares me. white strobe light-like devices flashing everywhere, blood here and there and i couldnt leave the room. the room would start to move as if it were a vehicle colliding into another and would flip and toss and turn me like a helpless rag doll. i'd hear screaming, crying, and other agonizing sounds. it would be literally killing me inside and out. and no one would come to save me. I am afraid of so many things. Room 101 would be the nightmare of all nightmares.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765319525773289576-9136562049911169812?l=odiekins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/feeds/9136562049911169812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765319525773289576&amp;postID=9136562049911169812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/9136562049911169812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/9136562049911169812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/2008/12/room-101.html' title='Room 101 =/'/><author><name>odie ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16963333332663443055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/Sb557yshj-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/NeBrm0kcTdA/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765319525773289576.post-3131320032644230007</id><published>2008-12-05T11:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T08:31:24.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/ST0vg6mA0bI/AAAAAAAAAD8/eDAuStPz9ag/s1600-h/DSCN2555-797169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/ST0vg6mA0bI/AAAAAAAAAD8/eDAuStPz9ag/s320/DSCN2555-797169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277426580879102386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was once a 8-year old boy named timmy turner. timmy was once an only child until his mother had a baby in late november. he was excited at first because he was now officially a big brother. then the feeling lost its touch. he began to notice that EVERYTHING was about his new sister. Her name was wendy and in his eyes, the most spoiled rotten thing hes ever laid eyes on. she cried a whole bunch and always got what she wanted. timmy felt a bit forgotten. even his parents were always fussing with her, singing to her, holding her, talking to her. he wanted that. he missed his parents. one evening when the family was in the living room decorating the tree, timmy remained silent. his parents took no notice. they finished the tree before midnight. early morning the next day, timmy decided to do something thatll harm him and make his parents run to him. he was tired of being ignored. his parents were still sleeping and so was wendy. he ran downstairs into the living room with the newly decorated tree. timmy unwrapped the lights off the christmas tree and began wrapping them around him, like a mummy. he was about to scream bloody horror then he hears his sister start wailing her lungs out upstairs. his plan was foiled by a crying baby. timmy's father comes downstairs into the living room. he laughs at his son and of how funny he looks. "Well then son," he says, then takes a picture of timmy to place onto the tree(after its fixed back up). "You really made my christmas timmy, of course you always do son." timmy's heart swells and eyes fill with tears. this was his best christmas ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kinda corny haha&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/5765319525773289576-3131320032644230007?l=odiekins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/feeds/3131320032644230007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765319525773289576&amp;postID=3131320032644230007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/3131320032644230007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/3131320032644230007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-story.html' title='christmas story'/><author><name>odie ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16963333332663443055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/Sb557yshj-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/NeBrm0kcTdA/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/ST0vg6mA0bI/AAAAAAAAAD8/eDAuStPz9ag/s72-c/DSCN2555-797169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765319525773289576.post-4914744044670539017</id><published>2008-12-05T11:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T11:52:57.165-06:00</updated><title type='text'>thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;food that family &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;usually &lt;/span&gt;eats:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turkey&lt;br /&gt;ham(not this year though)&lt;br /&gt;mashed potatoes&lt;br /&gt;corn&lt;br /&gt;green beans(this year they were mashed and weird-looking)&lt;br /&gt;these little rolls&lt;br /&gt;stuffing&lt;br /&gt;gravy&lt;br /&gt;pecan pie&lt;br /&gt;koolaid pie(new favorite all thanks to Patricia Vasquez)&lt;br /&gt;food from other families(aunt's husbands homes)&lt;br /&gt;we drink coke, diet coke(for grandma), sprite, and whatever else&lt;br /&gt;My favorite is mixing mashed potatoes with corn. i love it! i had a plate of it at least 4 times this past thanksgiving day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 things i love about Thanksgiving break:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. no school&lt;br /&gt;2. seeing family(finally together for once)&lt;br /&gt;3. more time to not worry&lt;br /&gt;4. sleep late&lt;br /&gt;5. the food!&lt;br /&gt;6. football(its okay)&lt;br /&gt;7. eat as many times as you want&lt;br /&gt;8. wrestling on the trampoline with cousins(didn't get to this year though...preggo)&lt;br /&gt;9. taking pictures with family&lt;br /&gt;10. being fat =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765319525773289576-4914744044670539017?l=odiekins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/feeds/4914744044670539017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765319525773289576&amp;postID=4914744044670539017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/4914744044670539017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/4914744044670539017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving.html' title='thanksgiving'/><author><name>odie ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16963333332663443055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/Sb557yshj-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/NeBrm0kcTdA/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765319525773289576.post-394011481906395188</id><published>2008-11-21T11:34:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:15:46.277-06:00</updated><title type='text'>those who packed me well</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;for the past year, ive taken those who care the most for granted. maybe even have ignored the fact that they are there. yes i have been selfish but not purposely...no. just blinded by confusion and lack of confidence for anything. i hate showing my emotions but it never fails. the tears and hurt just always burn through leaving me in guilt and regret. these people love me and have many times showed me a thing or two worth knowing. they have also hurt me too, yes but whos to say i havent done the same to them? im so tired of being selfish, insecure, and in a itty bitty shell for a bit then not caring about a thing the next. just dont know what else to turn to. but for a fact, i do know these people will love me and support/accept every aspect of me in any given moment. being around them, i feel comfortable in my own skin. they are the packers of my parachute(as weird as that sounds).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;1. my mom- has been my favorite lady since birth 18 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;2. christabel- the peanut to my butter, we have our disagreements but have to stuck to one another like glue through all these years together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;3. justin/danielle...two faraway siblings, its a tie- i don't see them often but no matter the distance, we love and care for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;4. courtney/lacie...another tie- these girls are like sisters, great advice-givers...shoulders to cry on...fun times, the whole package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;5. roly- the brother i never had. hes my cousin but pretty awesome to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;6. LUIS- the boyfran =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everyone all comes in a tie with this but i'm only gonna write about one(too lazy). luis and me were brought together near the beginning of the year. to me, it was in spite of both of our loneliness feeling that connected us to one another. the fear of rejection from a simple crush and never having a date...stuff like that. also, cause i was a tad bit interested in going to prom with someone whos a regular at reeses. luis was the choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;we hung out at the same place but never really talked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; he was a nice mysterious-like guy. i wanted to get to know him more.  we got to know each other and were declared boyfriend and girlfriend . alot of bad stuff took place not too long after and we suffered many breakups(heartbreaking more like). that was the beginning though and the past. we really cared for one another. maybe even loved each other. we still do. thats whats kept us together for the past year. the past is horrible but we both have put it behind us. yes we still are spoiled brats from our parents but id say that we've grown up alot this year and learned from the start. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i love you luis :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&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/5765319525773289576-394011481906395188?l=odiekins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/feeds/394011481906395188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765319525773289576&amp;postID=394011481906395188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/394011481906395188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/394011481906395188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/2008/11/those-who-packed-me-well.html' title='those who packed me well'/><author><name>odie ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16963333332663443055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/Sb557yshj-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/NeBrm0kcTdA/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765319525773289576.post-8525718406409223114</id><published>2008-11-07T11:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:03:48.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>baaaby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;fat baby is four months as of this past wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;due date is may 6, 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;i'm stoked for next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;hungry too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;need a job too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;any suggestions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;have fun at the senior pep rally dudes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. luis is fat haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The stars will cry&lt;br /&gt;The blackest tears tonight&lt;br /&gt;And this is the moment that I live for&lt;br /&gt;I can smell the ocean air&lt;br /&gt;And here I am&lt;br /&gt;Pouring my heart onto these rooftops&lt;br /&gt;Just a ghost to the world&lt;br /&gt;That's exactly&lt;br /&gt;Exactly what I need&lt;br /&gt;From up here the city lights burn&lt;br /&gt;Like a thousand miles of fire&lt;br /&gt;And I'm here to sing this anthem&lt;br /&gt;Of our dying day&lt;br /&gt;For a second I wish the tide&lt;br /&gt;Would swallow every inch of this city&lt;br /&gt;As you gasp for air tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'd scream this song right in your face&lt;br /&gt;If you were here&lt;br /&gt;I swear I won't miss a beat&lt;br /&gt;Cause I never&lt;br /&gt;Never have before&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i miss the ocean air =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765319525773289576-8525718406409223114?l=odiekins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/feeds/8525718406409223114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765319525773289576&amp;postID=8525718406409223114' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/8525718406409223114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/8525718406409223114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/2008/11/baaaby.html' title='baaaby'/><author><name>odie ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16963333332663443055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/Sb557yshj-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/NeBrm0kcTdA/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765319525773289576.post-5174204001928439475</id><published>2008-10-31T10:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T08:08:04.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>this is halloween</title><content type='html'>ten reasons i love halloween:&lt;br /&gt;1. family time- my cousins dress up in the cutest costumes&lt;br /&gt;2. the excitement- its been a life long happy gut feeling&lt;br /&gt;3. haunted houses- in alice, they had real scary ones at the military building and the old hospital, i really do miss those.&lt;br /&gt;4. trick-o-treating- i loved those days! in alice, there was this block full of rich houses that gave out the best candies, and we always went to this house that usually had three adults dressed in scary costumes that would follow us and creep us out. it was so funny!&lt;br /&gt;5. scary movie marathons- michael myers was my favorite :)&lt;br /&gt;6. hanging out- i got too old for trick o treating&lt;br /&gt;7. being out late at night- the perfect excuse&lt;br /&gt;8. having fun with my friends&lt;br /&gt;9. halloween parties- well when they happen.&lt;br /&gt;10. dressing up as someone/something else for a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765319525773289576-5174204001928439475?l=odiekins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/feeds/5174204001928439475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765319525773289576&amp;postID=5174204001928439475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/5174204001928439475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/5174204001928439475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-halloween.html' title='this is halloween'/><author><name>odie ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16963333332663443055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/Sb557yshj-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/NeBrm0kcTdA/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765319525773289576.post-6342764710130531728</id><published>2008-10-31T10:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T10:26:44.882-06:00</updated><title type='text'>costumes</title><content type='html'>that does stink for that school but the kid kind of did wrong. why dress up as someone who's responsible of the deaths of people by the millions all cause of their religion? its not even funny or cool at all. i think its sick. i wish our school got to dress up though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765319525773289576-6342764710130531728?l=odiekins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/feeds/6342764710130531728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765319525773289576&amp;postID=6342764710130531728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/6342764710130531728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/6342764710130531728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/2008/10/costumes.html' title='costumes'/><author><name>odie ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16963333332663443055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/Sb557yshj-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/NeBrm0kcTdA/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765319525773289576.post-2256218407067176866</id><published>2008-10-24T11:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T11:26:51.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>coach memory</title><content type='html'>i distinctly remember being called "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cavazos&lt;/span&gt;" from coach rhodes. i never was an athlete so had no recognition of doing anything great but making good grades. so i will always be known as "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cavazos&lt;/span&gt;". probably even after i'm married lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang i'm hungry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765319525773289576-2256218407067176866?l=odiekins.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/Sb557yshj-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/NeBrm0kcTdA/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765319525773289576.post-6963544187261431512</id><published>2008-10-03T11:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T11:55:13.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>birthdays...</title><content type='html'>they are usually reasonable. i've never had a disapointing one. parties used to matter but now they don't. i'd just like to have my family and closest friends there. those who love me for me. i had a cool birthday last year. we got the laptops right on my birthday and my class sang to me while we were in the cafeteria for the orientation thing. my friends threw me a little surprise party. that was really sweet. they did it again this year, well mainly family but still. i appreciate them. luis(^-^) and reese were there. so were my family. so it was just perfect. when my sister and me were little, my dad would travel 3 hours to come see us and spend a day(and money) on both of us. her birthday is in may, mines in september but we both got the same treatment on both days. it was funny. i miss those days though. my dad was "rich" or so we would call him lol. just cause he had a credit card hah we were such dorks! oh and my birthday is sept 6, my cousin roly is the 7th, and my uncles is the 8th. my favorite birthday factor. when i turned 1, roly turned 4, and uncle turned 18. we had a party together. too young to remember, there are pictures to prove it. but anyways, i like seeing other people celebrate their birthday. their face shines, big smile and real happy. the way its supposed to be. they are like magic happy days...well usually. you have a day to shine cause you turn another year older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;COACH K I DO CARE! =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY 25TH BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765319525773289576-6963544187261431512?l=odiekins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/feeds/6963544187261431512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765319525773289576&amp;postID=6963544187261431512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/6963544187261431512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/6963544187261431512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/2008/10/birthdays.html' title='birthdays...'/><author><name>odie ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16963333332663443055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/Sb557yshj-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/NeBrm0kcTdA/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765319525773289576.post-8022512934290227078</id><published>2008-09-19T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T10:59:51.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fridays</title><content type='html'>1. its the end of another week!&lt;br /&gt;2. the weekend is here!&lt;br /&gt;3. more time&lt;br /&gt;4. no school&lt;br /&gt;5. not much stress over schoolwork&lt;br /&gt;6. get out more&lt;br /&gt;7. parties&lt;br /&gt;8. football games&lt;br /&gt;9. movies&lt;br /&gt;10. out of town(like today!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765319525773289576-8022512934290227078?l=odiekins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/feeds/8022512934290227078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765319525773289576&amp;postID=8022512934290227078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/8022512934290227078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/8022512934290227078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/2008/09/fridays.html' title='fridays'/><author><name>odie ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16963333332663443055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/Sb557yshj-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/NeBrm0kcTdA/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765319525773289576.post-206195388520908425</id><published>2008-09-12T11:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T12:00:20.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>crystal ball</title><content type='html'>when i was a little girl, i dreamed for a two-story house by the ocean. it would have 4 or 5 bedrooms maybe...not sure. my kids would surely love to have their own rooms so that would happen. my kitchen would have wood-floors but full of color. living room would be colorful too, id let the kids help me decorate the whole house and their rooms how they want it because they would be my first priority. so basically my adult life would be run by kids, not fully, but their ideas would inspire what should really happen. like what kind of car to get, any pets, family vacations and so on. im not saying ill be filthy rich and be able to do these things for them all the time but a person can dream. the one id marry would be someone who somehow shares some values as me but have their own at the same time. they'd be fun or and serious when necessary. nice but not fake. honest, loving, and amazing. the connection is spotted in many marriages, just like the teachers'. i dont know if ive met this person yet, luis could be the one but we'll see. he's amazing.  california, florida, australia, or even southern texas is my destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;more later.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not done yet =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765319525773289576-206195388520908425?l=odiekins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/feeds/206195388520908425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765319525773289576&amp;postID=206195388520908425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/206195388520908425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/206195388520908425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/2008/09/crystal-ball.html' title='crystal ball'/><author><name>odie ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16963333332663443055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/Sb557yshj-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/NeBrm0kcTdA/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765319525773289576.post-969240097709308161</id><published>2008-09-05T11:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T11:58:52.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bonfire</title><content type='html'>okay whoever making this possible for our tradition doesn't seem to understand the point of it. i like what lacie said on her blog. i feel exactly the same way. when our whole class is standing in front of that fire for pictures or whatever, we become one. we are the class of '09 and we stand together for this. now its all gone. for the present and the future. i remember watching benji and his class all bonded up together(class of '05) and my sister and her class('07). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what is there left to do now???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765319525773289576-969240097709308161?l=odiekins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/feeds/969240097709308161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765319525773289576&amp;postID=969240097709308161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/969240097709308161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/969240097709308161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/2008/09/bonfire.html' title='bonfire'/><author><name>odie ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16963333332663443055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/Sb557yshj-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/NeBrm0kcTdA/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765319525773289576.post-7410169020202405415</id><published>2008-09-05T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T10:22:48.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>seventeen forever(NOT!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/SMFOUMQ462I/AAAAAAAAACQ/7FjXhbWNPRQ/s1600-h/3617068697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/SMFOUMQ462I/AAAAAAAAACQ/7FjXhbWNPRQ/s320/3617068697.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242557550032382818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;okay that's not possible(being 17 forever) but it would be dandy. i liked being 17. i feel as if ive grown so much this year. its not 16 and not an adult-like 18 year old. it just felt like a perfect age. one more day left =/ i mean trust me, i am a bit stoked for being able to have more rights, vote, and practically begin my life financially, but i do not think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; im ready. why cant it be one more month? or another year? im not going to smoke or anything like that. *sighs* bye bye 17....hello 18 =]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;09/06/90&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or start my life all overs?&lt;br /&gt;reincarnation?&lt;br /&gt;hah not possible either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i wish to stay the sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e age forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i dont even look my age anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765319525773289576-7410169020202405415?l=odiekins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/feeds/7410169020202405415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765319525773289576&amp;postID=7410169020202405415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/7410169020202405415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/7410169020202405415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/2008/09/seventeen-forevernot.html' title='seventeen forever(NOT!)'/><author><name>odie ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16963333332663443055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/Sb557yshj-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/NeBrm0kcTdA/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/SMFOUMQ462I/AAAAAAAAACQ/7FjXhbWNPRQ/s72-c/3617068697.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765319525773289576.post-7948014510689292536</id><published>2008-09-01T12:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T12:04:37.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>southern bound</title><content type='html'>right now, i'm feeling obssesed with going down south already. To the beach, aquariums, to start my life...yeah these couple of months will pass by quickly and i'll miss every moment of it. but at the same time, i'm excited. south padre island is gonna be one of my regular places to visit. maybe i'll work down there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765319525773289576-7948014510689292536?l=odiekins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/feeds/7948014510689292536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765319525773289576&amp;postID=7948014510689292536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/7948014510689292536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/7948014510689292536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/2008/09/southern-bound.html' title='southern bound'/><author><name>odie ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16963333332663443055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/Sb557yshj-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/NeBrm0kcTdA/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765319525773289576.post-7882324544884167199</id><published>2008-08-29T11:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T11:42:59.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>picture</title><content type='html'>i just wanted to post this up =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/SLgmoiemQqI/AAAAAAAAABg/jKlVd8OpiCI/s1600-h/chris"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/SLgmoiemQqI/AAAAAAAAABg/jKlVd8OpiCI/s320/chris" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239980644337336994" 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/5765319525773289576-7882324544884167199?l=odiekins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/feeds/7882324544884167199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765319525773289576&amp;postID=7882324544884167199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/7882324544884167199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/7882324544884167199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/2008/08/picture.html' title='picture'/><author><name>odie ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16963333332663443055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/Sb557yshj-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/NeBrm0kcTdA/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/SLgmoiemQqI/AAAAAAAAABg/jKlVd8OpiCI/s72-c/chris' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765319525773289576.post-4299272907199515161</id><published>2008-08-29T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T11:36:27.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>first week of sr. year</title><content type='html'>this week has been weird and different to me. my first full week of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;senior year&lt;/span&gt; and working at &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;wal-mart&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;major changes guys&lt;/span&gt;. the school itself feels unfamiliar, more than likely because of the many new faces. there are sooo many freshmen! everytime i turn around in the hallways there's somone unknown to me. the teachers are nice though. it feels as if this is gonna be a uber awesome year. although, i do miss my best friend courtney, of course. the year would be a billion times better if she were here with us. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;to courtney, enjoy your senior year =] i'll never forget you best friend&lt;3333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;and thank you luis ^-^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;for being amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and huge...jk&lt;/span&gt; hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765319525773289576-4299272907199515161?l=odiekins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/feeds/4299272907199515161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765319525773289576&amp;postID=4299272907199515161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/4299272907199515161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/4299272907199515161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-week-of-sr-year.html' title='first week of sr. year'/><author><name>odie ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16963333332663443055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/Sb557yshj-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/NeBrm0kcTdA/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765319525773289576.post-1291235489418550151</id><published>2008-08-27T14:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T14:01:01.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>school</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;okay so far so good.&lt;/span&gt; hopefully the remainder goes alright. i feel nervous, no clue why. lately my tempers been short then back to the same hyper self. I don't know whats going on. Probably the situations that I face every day put me into that mode. It would be better not for me to explain my personal life. I just think it doesn't really matter to be posted up on a blog site, especially for my classmates to be reading(hello btw XD).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my fellow peers of '09...hows it going?&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/SLWH5QLCYNI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/MnGuqfUcoZ4/s1600-h/Photo+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/SLWH5QLCYNI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/MnGuqfUcoZ4/s200/Photo+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239243159178993874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me &amp;amp; luis being nerds lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765319525773289576-1291235489418550151?l=odiekins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/feeds/1291235489418550151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765319525773289576&amp;postID=1291235489418550151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/1291235489418550151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765319525773289576/posts/default/1291235489418550151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiekins.blogspot.com/2008/08/school.html' title='school'/><author><name>odie ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16963333332663443055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/Sb557yshj-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/NeBrm0kcTdA/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhOF-awkk78/SLWH5QLCYNI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/MnGuqfUcoZ4/s72-c/Photo+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
