<?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-8434520958618054083</id><updated>2012-01-21T14:08:05.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RysJunk</title><subtitle type='html'>Pure and Simply because I Have Nothing else, Or better to do :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-2861295764655972930</id><published>2012-01-17T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T14:08:02.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im plating a garden!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Yes... for the second year in a row I'm going to attempt to plant a garden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The first year was fun and more of a "fly by the seat of my pants" and just toss some seeds into a mound of VERY straight OCD organized rows of dirt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698725917482956930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oJ9gKGk2KSw/TxXxB1_iOII/AAAAAAAAAzs/H_bdUddivnk/s400/2012-softcover-rgb-300dpi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;This year I have drooled over the farmers almanac and plotted what nutrients to add to my soil, dreamed about what I want to plant, and even researched the zone I live in for the best harvesting results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ohh yes... This just got real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(Stay tuned for a mournful and sad post if my garden turns out to be a mound of expensive dirt) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-2861295764655972930?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2861295764655972930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-plating-garden.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/2861295764655972930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/2861295764655972930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-plating-garden.html' title='Im plating a garden!'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oJ9gKGk2KSw/TxXxB1_iOII/AAAAAAAAAzs/H_bdUddivnk/s72-c/2012-softcover-rgb-300dpi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-608108379041695596</id><published>2012-01-03T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T12:31:33.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal Your Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Since I love pictures (mostly of myself) and sine I can’t seem to stick to my blog unless I have some template to follow…. I have this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Journal Your Year Photo Project : 12 themes in 12 months in 2012&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693505877261993762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6vtHyAh0Twk/TwNlbgzMxyI/AAAAAAAAAzc/APu7enDmXlQ/s400/23_08_2010_Photography%2BJournal%2B%25281%2529.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Found this on line… so some of them are a little odd… but do’able)&lt;br /&gt;And since taking my photography class (that I didn’t enjoy) I figure this could help me try and spruce up my journal with some fancy photos(always a good effort at the beginning of the year!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January : Make a wish&lt;br /&gt;February: Dinner Spinner&lt;br /&gt;March: Faces&lt;br /&gt;April: Faces&lt;br /&gt;May: Mothers Love&lt;br /&gt;June: Let It Bloom&lt;br /&gt;July: Fresh and Fruity&lt;br /&gt;August: Shades of Summer&lt;br /&gt;September: Street Art&lt;br /&gt;October: Grab Your Coats&lt;br /&gt;November: My Style&lt;br /&gt;December: Kitsch and Cozy &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So get READY!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-608108379041695596?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/608108379041695596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2012/01/journal-your-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/608108379041695596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/608108379041695596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2012/01/journal-your-year.html' title='Journal Your Year'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6vtHyAh0Twk/TwNlbgzMxyI/AAAAAAAAAzc/APu7enDmXlQ/s72-c/23_08_2010_Photography%2BJournal%2B%25281%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-8714287638281916332</id><published>2011-12-27T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T10:08:26.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wish I could lie and say something creative about how busy and crazy things have been in my life and I just haven't had a spare second to blog.... but nope. I have been lazy and anti-exciting. my usual day currently consists of going to work, coming home, doing some homework, texting a few friends, make/eat/go out for dinner watch some FOODnetwork or any number of random TV shows... pathetic right???? Eventually Ill leap right out of this slumpy-funk and be my funny loud crazy busy exciting and creative blogger again............. eventually......... until then, I'm turning on some Diners,Drive-Inns and Dives..... and taking a nap in my crevasse on the couch.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690870760498430834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J3CNOKV2FYM/TvoIzh4qg3I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/-QoeRPhXo6s/s400/homerizlazyazz_couch_potato.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-8714287638281916332?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8714287638281916332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-wish-i-could-lie-and-say-something.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/8714287638281916332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/8714287638281916332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-wish-i-could-lie-and-say-something.html' title=''/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J3CNOKV2FYM/TvoIzh4qg3I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/-QoeRPhXo6s/s72-c/homerizlazyazz_couch_potato.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-8843548869592341774</id><published>2011-12-06T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T17:59:59.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apparently after a 30 day challenge I got a smidgen burnt out on blogging... So i created a whole new project to distract myself from "school-Ryanne" as well as "blogger-Ryanne" .....SO........ I decided to make a cookbook (plus its something on my 30x30 list I have wanted to do)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5cdq5ZP1NpI/Tt7IKuGZQ6I/AAAAAAAAAyg/dv1hX1xVmJY/s400/chickenchilada1z.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683199866287244194" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So with the help of &lt;a href="http://www.blurb.com/"&gt;http://www.blurb.com/&lt;/a&gt; I will be cooking/baking/grilling/etc... taking pictures of said cooked/baked/grilled foods...and making a cookbook of all the yummy foods I know I can cook!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zAA9mKJl8DY/Tt7ILG0PzHI/AAAAAAAAAyw/WnydVIFPjqk/s400/LemonBar2-528x352.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683199872922012786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This won't be in a hopes to reach #1 on the best seller list, nope this little book will be compiled for me, myself, and I. (any maybe if you beg really-really hard, Ill order a copy for you) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-8843548869592341774?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8843548869592341774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/12/apparently-after-30-day-challenge-i-got.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/8843548869592341774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/8843548869592341774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/12/apparently-after-30-day-challenge-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5cdq5ZP1NpI/Tt7IKuGZQ6I/AAAAAAAAAyg/dv1hX1xVmJY/s72-c/chickenchilada1z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-7039540561494537004</id><published>2011-10-19T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T09:51:39.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 30</title><content type='html'>Day 30 (LAST DAY!!!!!!!!!) A photograph of yourself today + three good things that you have learned in the last 30 days.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-19F33G2PIC4/TqGhtqvZrvI/AAAAAAAAAxI/PSKxGNIVNF0/s1600/IMG-20110903-00068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 224px; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665987612148084466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-19F33G2PIC4/TqGhtqvZrvI/AAAAAAAAAxI/PSKxGNIVNF0/s400/IMG-20110903-00068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-36UlvUT_R-M/TqGhsqrPRCI/AAAAAAAAAwk/G2zaJMywmLw/s1600/63050463502733815_nOCBkTOy_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 145px; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665987594950755362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-36UlvUT_R-M/TqGhsqrPRCI/AAAAAAAAAwk/G2zaJMywmLw/s400/63050463502733815_nOCBkTOy_c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yQn7b1F8fWI/TqGhtVnyP-I/AAAAAAAAAw8/gqkCaBjjnB4/s1600/89509111313566037_FxFSU43Q_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 164px; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665987606478995426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yQn7b1F8fWI/TqGhtVnyP-I/AAAAAAAAAw8/gqkCaBjjnB4/s400/89509111313566037_FxFSU43Q_c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y3oo8REzGXo/TqGhs_3VdPI/AAAAAAAAAw0/IIrfdrRE1CA/s1600/259942209711845158_bcjXHYlc_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 125px; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665987600638637298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y3oo8REzGXo/TqGhs_3VdPI/AAAAAAAAAw0/IIrfdrRE1CA/s400/259942209711845158_bcjXHYlc_c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-7039540561494537004?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7039540561494537004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-30.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/7039540561494537004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/7039540561494537004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-30.html' title='Day 30'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-19F33G2PIC4/TqGhtqvZrvI/AAAAAAAAAxI/PSKxGNIVNF0/s72-c/IMG-20110903-00068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-511064012359261553</id><published>2011-10-18T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T13:04:38.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 29</title><content type='html'>Day 29: Something you could never get tired of doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664924922994569186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMEXh9m87tQ/Tp3bNBJZL-I/AAAAAAAAAwU/crCUkpvxWj0/s400/catnap.jpeg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Mmmmm... sleeping... napping...laying in my hammock... drifting in and out of consciousness... snoring... medicated comas... Mmmmmmmmm) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-511064012359261553?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/511064012359261553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/511064012359261553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/511064012359261553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-29.html' title='Day 29'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMEXh9m87tQ/Tp3bNBJZL-I/AAAAAAAAAwU/crCUkpvxWj0/s72-c/catnap.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-3112222806805225484</id><published>2011-10-17T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T10:15:00.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 28</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day 28: your favorite movie:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dang! I can only pick ONE???? (please, I am a rule breaker...lets see if I can pick one per genre...but I doubt I can... ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664508237441619042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IamHNCLCGD8/TpxgOuf7VGI/AAAAAAAAAv8/qbG5nI0TCHw/s400/Vin%252BDiesel%252BFast%252Band%252BFurious%252BMovie.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664508226412127826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7NxNvvESqNA/TpxgOFaSplI/AAAAAAAAAvk/DFSLqVw-Qfs/s400/Vin%2BDiesel%2Bfast%2Band%2Bfurious%2Bby%2Bcool%2Bimages786%2B%25283%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664508098358880546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FK3KFUbuUMg/TpxgGoYBKSI/AAAAAAAAAvE/cYJv5dz5Zgc/s400/diesel-v.jpg" /&gt;(*Action/Adventure: Fast and the Furious (but it has less to do with action and more to do with Vin) Transformers / Batman(all of them) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 187px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664508112361656514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-90EwymyuiRc/TpxgHciikMI/AAAAAAAAAvU/3M4BqD0Tkik/s400/The_Brave_Little_Toaster_by_enigmawing.jpg" /&gt;(*Cartoon: Emperors new groove /Wall-E / Spirit:Stallion of the Cimeron / The Brave little Toaster)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 189px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664509478444710002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0pZH_AVLUOo/TpxhW9mHuHI/AAAAAAAAAwI/YMLwhCX52GU/s400/bridesmaids%2Bposter.jpg" /&gt;(*Comedy: Easy A / I love you man / Bridesmaids / Zoolander/ Envy / For Richer or Poorer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664508228841847026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A9e6TDk7B5w/TpxgOOdlOPI/AAAAAAAAAv0/f_roNStU2Xk/s400/the-count-of-monte-cristo-movie-poster.jpg" /&gt;(*Drama: Count of Monte Cristo / Shawshank Redemption)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664508106379459826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VEdDbD0Z_oc/TpxgHGQRfPI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gRVieTxRu18/s400/imagesCAU827Y2.jpg" /&gt;(*Horror: The Crazies / The Strangers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664508095807620754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tg_PZRDDB00/TpxgGe3wBpI/AAAAAAAAAuo/aVrdgYKF4sU/s400/778655.jpg" /&gt;(*Romance: Memoirs of a Geisha / Ever After / Sex and the City 1 / Hitch)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8434520958618054083-3112222806805225484?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3112222806805225484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-28.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/3112222806805225484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/3112222806805225484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-28.html' title='Day 28'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IamHNCLCGD8/TpxgOuf7VGI/AAAAAAAAAv8/qbG5nI0TCHw/s72-c/Vin%252BDiesel%252BFast%252Band%252BFurious%252BMovie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-1408698387755491436</id><published>2011-10-14T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T06:57:34.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 27</title><content type='html'>Day 27 - A picture of you last year and now and how you changed since then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;October 2010&lt;/strong&gt;... blond hair, cute face...enjoying my life...with work/church calling/friends...free from a lot of stress and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reeving&lt;/span&gt; up for a great &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; with friends and dancing!)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663344648299516034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Au2e6TPMAoI/Tpg987KAkII/AAAAAAAAAuU/-aASE2xVRp4/s400/IMG00687-20101006-1640.JPG" /&gt; (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;October 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...black hair, cute-older-chubbier-face...enjoying my busy life with work/school/friends...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;relatively&lt;/span&gt; free from stress...and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reeving&lt;/span&gt; up for ... finals and enjoying the craving for a vacation!) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663344697031046194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gTeLUxejMjM/Tpg9_wsgtDI/AAAAAAAAAuc/fm7Mvn8AB7Q/s400/IMG-20111004-00111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How have I changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?....&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cynical&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; smarter...I have eliminated a lot of random &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unnecessary&lt;/span&gt; things...I try harder to laugh...I eat out a lot more.&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/8434520958618054083-1408698387755491436?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1408698387755491436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/1408698387755491436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/1408698387755491436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-27.html' title='Day 27'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Au2e6TPMAoI/Tpg987KAkII/AAAAAAAAAuU/-aASE2xVRp4/s72-c/IMG00687-20101006-1640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-2632473058886219183</id><published>2011-10-13T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T13:08:57.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 26</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 26 : A photo of somewhere you have been to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am SO very lucky to have been able to travel to some of the most beautiful parts of the world. (From Mexico to Canada.. hopefully one day to Peru, Greece, Australia! ) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663069695694467634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w2nrJsRLxm4/TpdD4k4l8jI/AAAAAAAAAtg/KRz9HDidRAs/s400/17548_462703985017_712845017_10720662_8364533_n.jpg" /&gt;(Mayan Ruins in Belize) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 339px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663069712067839778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ulPbinpmAU8/TpdD5h4TxyI/AAAAAAAAAuE/0NA3jFu3SVU/s400/180310_10150387096015018_712845017_16664698_8313251_n.jpg" /&gt;(Beach side in St. Thomas ) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663069707376747634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YK1HWwNSWKM/TpdD5QZ3ZHI/AAAAAAAAAt4/qaoWACJuIJI/s400/167803_10150387094085018_712845017_16664633_748261_n.jpg" /&gt;(Old Town -Turks &amp;amp; Caicos) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663069701250291234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n-6LRzGrDGA/TpdD45lNFiI/AAAAAAAAAtw/GRnb6LfwNa8/s400/17548_462782515017_712845017_10721047_2373821_n.jpg" /&gt;(Zip Lining over/thru the jungle- Honduras) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-2632473058886219183?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2632473058886219183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/2632473058886219183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/2632473058886219183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-26.html' title='Day 26'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w2nrJsRLxm4/TpdD4k4l8jI/AAAAAAAAAtg/KRz9HDidRAs/s72-c/17548_462703985017_712845017_10720662_8364533_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-1763028368425486205</id><published>2011-10-07T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T10:46:53.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 25</title><content type='html'>Day 25 : whats in your purse.... well this seems relatively boring.... but..... (I will go clock wise) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) A Junk-drive (Jump drive/USB stick/ memory stick/ etc..) for my school work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) "The Hand Lotion" from Victoria secret.... Mmmmmmm good stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Clear "Beauty Rush" lip gloss from Victoria Secret... Hello- Kissable lips are always a must! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Usually Cinnamon 5-gum ... currently winter fresh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Sweet Shades- who doesn't need a good pair of shades??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) My Clutch (black) my check-book (red... who even carries around a check book any more???? I last wrote a check in ... January'11 ... wow) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) A magazine to shuffle through when I get bored waiting on people (you should ALL know what a pet peeve that is for me....) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) my make-up bag (Feel free to refer to Day 11 for those contents) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) A sharpie pen. my favorite writing tool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) *Not pictured but still deserves an honorable mention : my phone, my keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660805681615826642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_QQ7YNEq4bk/To84xnM5btI/AAAAAAAAAtY/JtKGPXpdOpM/s400/IMG-20111007-00116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-1763028368425486205?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1763028368425486205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/1763028368425486205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/1763028368425486205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-25.html' title='Day 25'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_QQ7YNEq4bk/To84xnM5btI/AAAAAAAAAtY/JtKGPXpdOpM/s72-c/IMG-20111007-00116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-8602513806324383636</id><published>2011-10-06T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T09:48:45.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 24</title><content type='html'>Day 24 a photo of something that means a lot to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The St George Utah Temple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(My great friend Aimee (who is also an INCREDIBLE photographer...see {Aimee Lee Photography} on face book...*hint*hint*) took this picture... I wanted something special to give to the girls at church to not only remember me and what I believed, but to also remember that the Temple should be their ultimate goal. I had Aimee edit the picture to say " Righteousness brings peace". This picture means more to me than just a beautiful building. It represents so much to my testimony and love of an eternal Heavenly Father, and my Savior and Redeemer, Jesus Christ. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660421490698089362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kecFgeUyfwU/To3bWwgL85I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/u5iQOWt45lk/s400/282721_150048658406630_100002044905920_293959_4391967_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-8602513806324383636?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8602513806324383636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-24.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/8602513806324383636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/8602513806324383636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-24.html' title='Day 24'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kecFgeUyfwU/To3bWwgL85I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/u5iQOWt45lk/s72-c/282721_150048658406630_100002044905920_293959_4391967_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-5577550602612044777</id><published>2011-10-05T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T16:33:02.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 23</title><content type='html'>Day 23: 15 facts about you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I hate HATE bad grammar (I realize that since I am a horrible speller so this may seem odd... however, it still makes my skin crawl.) and pronunciation!!!!?!?!?!?! (It's Drive-ING, not drive-INK and that's just the tip of the ice burg. )In fact...I edit your grammar/pronunciation in my mind when you talk to me. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 147px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660037553844905810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3TqiSppKBCc/Tox-KsRL51I/AAAAAAAAAsw/Y21Mo2iplys/s400/cbbpg1001.jpg" /&gt;2) I love black-people movies. Tyler Perry makes me giggle. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660034535321483778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wxRULY8QxsQ/Tox7a_ZHugI/AAAAAAAAAsY/Zx16LErbs4o/s400/Madea-Goes-To-Jail-1769.jpg" /&gt;3) I love all things Breakfast Food!!!! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660034541054250386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z3WolA1c9o4/Tox7bUv6zZI/AAAAAAAAAsg/JeKi6HTVSjQ/s400/breakfast_meals.jpg" /&gt;4) My favorite color is Black. (Not in a emo dark kind of way, but because its classy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Unless I go out to eat, I don't eat dinner... If I eat after 4 its usually cottage cheese or something really little.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 161px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 129px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660037542155353010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ReADzloYjg/Tox-KAuLe7I/AAAAAAAAAso/w09qPdR9X0I/s400/fotolia_2061778_XS.jpg" /&gt; 6) Midgets both fascinate and scare the crap out of me. They make me giggle and I love them, but I am to chicken to get to close. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 142px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660028100835401442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NxSj1Jj0mgw/Tox1kdEF3uI/AAAAAAAAArw/WK0kLjLr91Y/s400/Gang_members_midgets.jpg" /&gt; 7) I do not like sandwiches. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 111px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 107px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660043715797968450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nYhgfRkEqU8/ToyDxXVR5kI/AAAAAAAAAtI/XK9bQVqDBgM/s400/imagesCAGK5V0R.jpg" /&gt;8) Sponge-Bob knocks me out! Put that little yellow square on, and Ill be snoring in no time!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 98px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 110px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660043713075341906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d4m6lmAEdHM/ToyDxNMJ6lI/AAAAAAAAAs4/Eh5WQG-lzHY/s400/27425Happy-Spongebob-psd8792%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;9) I'd rather watch a psychological scary movie (not all gore and blood) than a comedy any day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) Growing up, I wanted to be an accountant.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 99px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660043714451282082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-76kFeu1hpks/ToyDxSUNGKI/AAAAAAAAAtA/ycqMW-1Ynf4/s400/accountant3.jpg" /&gt;11) I have had 17 jobs since I turned 16.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660028106241807666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_5H3dKWFpw/Tox1kxNFFTI/AAAAAAAAAr4/NW545T_oRc0/s400/ibm-gadgets-05-0511-mdn.jpg" /&gt;12) I have been engaged 3 times. (twice to the same guy).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13) I listen to NPR every morning, in my car, and sometimes at work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14) I can count on one hand the things I regret doing/not doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15) I don't mind washing dishes... but the one thing I hate washing is silverware. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 125px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660028113854272226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_J3s-kemovA/Tox1lNkCEuI/AAAAAAAAAsA/JW1QE6ZBhDA/s400/silverware_650.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-5577550602612044777?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5577550602612044777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-23.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/5577550602612044777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/5577550602612044777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-23.html' title='Day 23'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3TqiSppKBCc/Tox-KsRL51I/AAAAAAAAAsw/Y21Mo2iplys/s72-c/cbbpg1001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-7249929799311128367</id><published>2011-10-04T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T13:26:53.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 22</title><content type='html'>Day 22 - A letter to someone who has hurt you recently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Flu Shot,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate you... I always have... I always will... no matter what I will always think the worst about you... I cant believe you are mandatory...you make me SICK .... seriously, you make me sick...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, the newly infested me. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659735356458652402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hJR8mqG3Qy8/TotrUfRv0vI/AAAAAAAAArg/POykWQsGL8w/s400/flu-vaccine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-7249929799311128367?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7249929799311128367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-22.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/7249929799311128367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/7249929799311128367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-22.html' title='Day 22'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hJR8mqG3Qy8/TotrUfRv0vI/AAAAAAAAArg/POykWQsGL8w/s72-c/flu-vaccine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-23289202614838180</id><published>2011-10-03T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T10:49:42.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day 21 - A photo of something that makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing at the top of my lungs with the windows down and the wind blowing through my already crazy hair to any song that I know every single word to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659324371178580914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lGgGHyoMebg/Ton1h_zPa7I/AAAAAAAAArQ/GcUnH8f2EZQ/s400/windows-down2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-23289202614838180?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/23289202614838180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-21.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/23289202614838180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/23289202614838180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-21.html' title='Day 21'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lGgGHyoMebg/Ton1h_zPa7I/AAAAAAAAArQ/GcUnH8f2EZQ/s72-c/windows-down2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-551101855559244189</id><published>2011-09-30T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T11:00:00.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 20</title><content type='html'>Day 20 - The meaning behind your blog name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;??????? Ry's- Junk ................ &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658213872791794370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a4gvnIQWBy4/ToYDie7xMsI/AAAAAAAAArI/or_IQ1crp1Q/s400/junklkhlkjhkjhlkj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-551101855559244189?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/551101855559244189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/551101855559244189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/551101855559244189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-20.html' title='Day 20'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a4gvnIQWBy4/ToYDie7xMsI/AAAAAAAAArI/or_IQ1crp1Q/s72-c/junklkhlkjhkjhlkj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-231376777567682444</id><published>2011-09-29T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T15:10:25.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 19</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 19 - Another picture of yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me sort thru my other computer picture files and see what goodies I can find for you :) ......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Vv7Uhqcknc/ToTq6oSMUNI/AAAAAAAAAqg/nH6AayYWQow/s400/423.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657905324851220690" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and If that didn't entertain you enough......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is one of me rappelling in Moab (I used to repel all the time...memories.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PTqU6t02ElU/ToTsZ_E0MXI/AAAAAAAAAqw/FVWHLh4pFfQ/s400/041.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657906963056701810" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-231376777567682444?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/231376777567682444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-19.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/231376777567682444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/231376777567682444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-19.html' title='Day 19'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Vv7Uhqcknc/ToTq6oSMUNI/AAAAAAAAAqg/nH6AayYWQow/s72-c/423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-8972155174288287544</id><published>2011-09-28T10:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T10:41:02.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 18</title><content type='html'>Day 18 - Something you crave a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BACON!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (MMMMm,mm..Ba'con) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657465684217210610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FRAKSTjs7N4/ToNbELS6pvI/AAAAAAAAAqA/s5RCdecTklo/s400/bacon-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Krispy Kream glazed doughnuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;........ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*wipe drool and bacon grease off face to make room for glaze*&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657465688483484834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p60Mwa1eWmc/ToNbEbME1KI/AAAAAAAAAqI/Dhw2hwr7kLI/s400/freebies2dealsfree-krispy-kreme-donuts.jpg" /&gt;I think I get the SAME look this creepy little girl is making... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Maybe she is pretending those hands are bacon????? yeah- Id TOTALLY make that face &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657466516822634818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YKe2q0IwV8k/ToNb0o_hMUI/AAAAAAAAAqY/ge41rHZdxXI/s400/krispy-kreme.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-8972155174288287544?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8972155174288287544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-18.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/8972155174288287544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/8972155174288287544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-18.html' title='Day 18'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FRAKSTjs7N4/ToNbELS6pvI/AAAAAAAAAqA/s5RCdecTklo/s72-c/bacon-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-1035715945692051249</id><published>2011-09-27T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T07:44:38.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day 17 - A photo of you and your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any given time I have a number of step-people involved in my life... But these are the eternal ones.&lt;br /&gt;(Mom, Sean (white shirt) , Ryanne, Tavin (black shirt) , Melyssa) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 388px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657048797637402802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T3CPcLobsmI/ToHf6Lw6YLI/AAAAAAAAApo/QW9E6__dAx8/s400/25572_10150160763360018_712845017_11427509_3218551_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657048796867136562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9jA3mNH4Vi0/ToHf6I5RDDI/AAAAAAAAApw/waz9y_KA5zE/s400/25572_10150160763435018_712845017_11427522_7705443_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is our album cover in case my family magically develops some musical talent and we are cool enough to make a CD ;) (I specifically remember trying to talk my mom out of wearing white shoes... she never listens) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657049664888742434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7axlKfFiddk/ToHgsqhvoiI/AAAAAAAAAp4/YtjKIFopzfM/s400/25572_10150160763330018_712845017_11427506_5630604_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-1035715945692051249?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1035715945692051249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/1035715945692051249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/1035715945692051249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-17.html' title='Day 17'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T3CPcLobsmI/ToHf6Lw6YLI/AAAAAAAAApo/QW9E6__dAx8/s72-c/25572_10150160763360018_712845017_11427509_3218551_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-5100006861373446491</id><published>2011-09-26T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T12:47:36.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 16</title><content type='html'>Day 16 - Your celebrity crush...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um, I dont have a celebrity "crush" ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 'baby-daddys" ... This is just to START the list... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Michael C. Hall:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656756726626295250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRRceFdwGdw/ToDWRadcndI/AAAAAAAAApY/TshXKJWYuPA/s400/michael-c-hall-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mark Strong :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656754561300476882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M5gYyhk73fs/ToDUTX_is9I/AAAAAAAAApQ/SKTCky5s544/s400/Mark_Strong.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Liev Schreiber:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ghLKBKQ8wpk/ToDUTGtC9jI/AAAAAAAAApI/sPz_53gDejk/s1600/Liev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 163px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656754556659496498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ghLKBKQ8wpk/ToDUTGtC9jI/AAAAAAAAApI/sPz_53gDejk/s400/Liev.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian McMahon:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wbmfsnyTUQg/ToDUNobMDRI/AAAAAAAAApA/04JV_XgkeW0/s1600/julian-mcmahon-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656754462632185106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wbmfsnyTUQg/ToDUNobMDRI/AAAAAAAAApA/04JV_XgkeW0/s400/julian-mcmahon-6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rufus Sewell:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gNZOGhnwWV0/ToDUNYNNxkI/AAAAAAAAAo4/HHG0N5FgKfM/s1600/images5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 148px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656754458278610498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gNZOGhnwWV0/ToDUNYNNxkI/AAAAAAAAAo4/HHG0N5FgKfM/s400/images5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vin Diesel:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wn1WvZn_xmg/ToDUNZfXzVI/AAAAAAAAAow/zTYxZdal6aM/s1600/images2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656754458623200594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wn1WvZn_xmg/ToDUNZfXzVI/AAAAAAAAAow/zTYxZdal6aM/s400/images2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blake Shelton:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5yOht9Sxhj0/ToDUNMAUy6I/AAAAAAAAAoo/5rWPiGXeQ80/s1600/Blake_Shelton_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656754455003319202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5yOht9Sxhj0/ToDUNMAUy6I/AAAAAAAAAoo/5rWPiGXeQ80/s400/Blake_Shelton_300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alexander Skarsgard:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wfBe11Ji7AY/ToDUMilRVtI/AAAAAAAAAog/8_M196JoRVk/s1600/200906_alexander-skarsgard-interview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656754443883992786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wfBe11Ji7AY/ToDUMilRVtI/AAAAAAAAAog/8_M196JoRVk/s400/200906_alexander-skarsgard-interview.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-5100006861373446491?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5100006861373446491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-16.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/5100006861373446491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/5100006861373446491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-16.html' title='Day 16'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRRceFdwGdw/ToDWRadcndI/AAAAAAAAApY/TshXKJWYuPA/s72-c/michael-c-hall-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-7960543888454200953</id><published>2011-09-23T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T09:44:38.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 15</title><content type='html'>Day 15 - Something you don't leave the house without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shoes? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 152px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655596850048836930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LNrj1AY1rVM/Tny3Xtf6pUI/AAAAAAAAAoY/mLe0LnApqK8/s400/il_fullxfull_79448783.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-7960543888454200953?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7960543888454200953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/7960543888454200953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/7960543888454200953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-15.html' title='Day 15'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LNrj1AY1rVM/Tny3Xtf6pUI/AAAAAAAAAoY/mLe0LnApqK8/s72-c/il_fullxfull_79448783.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-4705963539683180413</id><published>2011-09-22T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T12:25:09.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day 14 - A TV show you're currently addicted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I don't really watch to much TV... aside from my favorites I plow thru once they are on DVD (Parks and Rec, Big Bang Theory, Modern Family, Dexter, How I Met Your Mother)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well since it is the summer and all that I have access to (since my stink'n landlord gave us the crappy basic cable and removed all the good junk gossipy channels like E! and Bravo... ) has been re-runs, and bad cable shows like "Swamp people" and "The secrets of the Mole people reveled!". Not quite my choice of mind numbing television...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT I have been watching this new show on Lifetime that caught my eye one lazy morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 325px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655262732113475474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9RQknxgojbc/TnuHffMg95I/AAAAAAAAAoI/z2Mgid_FnEs/s400/86796.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Picker Sisters"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I know, my first thought was picking noses etc... as well, but no! two girls (who aren't even sisters) drive Route 66 on the hunt for junk they can transform into pieces of usable furniture and art with the help of their trusty sidekick/eye candy for the show/ handy man Alan Luxmore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655266763834679218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qVacpUJz4dE/TnuLKKhwX7I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/R2Is6GPX9TE/s400/PickerSisterEpisodeP13.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEFORE PICTURE: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 147px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 131px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655260999789857362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sze9AhUf2jw/TnuF6pyYSlI/AAAAAAAAAoA/A0gN6i0wVcE/s400/stock-photo-old-grunge-rusted-industrial-metal-chain-62156599.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 153px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 108px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655260993689931218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bvS6ZUdVBEI/TnuF6TECzdI/AAAAAAAAAnw/u__hYyC86IE/s400/20_1_35_1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AFTER PICTURE :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See what some paint, a glass table top, and a random picture of a Buffalo can do to some old junk found in a barn off Route 66 ?????? AMAZING! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(and addicting...and really expensive)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655260993707067714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qaK2YWB25zQ/TnuF6TIISUI/AAAAAAAAAn4/0LcdjX4Fhsc/s400/115156652_ClPFVNvR_c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-4705963539683180413?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4705963539683180413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/4705963539683180413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/4705963539683180413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-14.html' title='Day 14'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9RQknxgojbc/TnuHffMg95I/AAAAAAAAAoI/z2Mgid_FnEs/s72-c/86796.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-6228460897255879071</id><published>2011-09-21T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T08:05:54.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 13</title><content type='html'>Day 13 - Your favorite musician and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont think I have 'just one' that I could pick. Depending on my mood I range from Kenny-G and Yo-Yo-Ma back to Emenem and TreSongz in any given day. I listen to music all day long and love somany different ganeras from Jazz to classical to rap to smooth to oldies to alturnitive to ... well everything! (even country!!! ) So here are a few of my current top picks: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greenday&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654827787675191346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z_TLoRybGkc/Tnn76Y5jSDI/AAAAAAAAAnI/SQu_KDrsXsQ/s400/greenday3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(classic angry jump around songs with a great vocals and guitar music) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;John Meyer&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654827797592118210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HVHkWjDD4OU/Tnn76917k8I/AAAAAAAAAnY/K1NjB-Ougyo/s400/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Every CD he pushes out has such a different sound mixed with great lyrics)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Christina Perri &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 140px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654827790739182066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VyOv2AZUgcI/Tnn76kUEEfI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/vQgKp-2xo1E/s400/images1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Smooth soft and emotional songs about heartbreak and love)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maroon 5&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 172px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654827796851263730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nnaRpO5MvUA/Tnn767FTCPI/AAAAAAAAAng/F6ysAVfT8xw/s400/maroon5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Spesifically Adam Lavein ... fun sing-along-to songs that just put you in a fun mood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tre Songz &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 142px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654827788647696050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LlI-mh3iMLM/Tnn76chahrI/AAAAAAAAAnA/vpLwm54IU7Q/s400/2354_trey-songz1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Um... how can you NOT like a sexy black guy with a good voice!?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And.... the list could go on and on and on and on.... an on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-6228460897255879071?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6228460897255879071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-13.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/6228460897255879071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/6228460897255879071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-13.html' title='Day 13'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z_TLoRybGkc/Tnn76Y5jSDI/AAAAAAAAAnI/SQu_KDrsXsQ/s72-c/greenday3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-3828222931844962682</id><published>2011-09-17T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T00:54:07.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 12 - A photograph of the town you live in. (The one in my head? or.... the pit I call home??)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some beautiful pictures of ...the pit'o'St George&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iOf-Hb54yd4/TnRR_f2e8sI/AAAAAAAAAmU/zHk9s3C4cKM/s400/stg%2Brainbow%2Bno2-brian%2Bpassy.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653233583580443330" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2v9uA_2OrZw/TnRRzlL9b0I/AAAAAAAAAmM/icfY-90GTmA/s400/stgeorge-view.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653233378854268738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 145px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tkcPpDGi1m8/TnRRjtaSlGI/AAAAAAAAAmE/KrySPOIbsnk/s400/Image2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653233106183951458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r9peAWN_ClE/TnRROuxOK2I/AAAAAAAAAl8/J-QVymmz27Y/s400/58074_10150098846607442_682582441_7228867_7226431_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653232745771314018" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-3828222931844962682?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3828222931844962682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/3828222931844962682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/3828222931844962682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-12.html' title='Day 12'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iOf-Hb54yd4/TnRR_f2e8sI/AAAAAAAAAmU/zHk9s3C4cKM/s72-c/stg%2Brainbow%2Bno2-brian%2Bpassy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-4694659427570728716</id><published>2011-09-15T09:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T10:06:54.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11</title><content type='html'>Day 11 - What's in your makeup bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Um perhaps the better question is whats NOT in my make-up bag...I collect make up like other people collect... socks or junk mail) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652632158858469842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ujyhbAHd5QI/TnIu_-K1YdI/AAAAAAAAAls/MRfOJcPfBA4/s400/IMG-20110915-00096.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;While I can slap on the 'war paint' like a cross-dressing-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tranny&lt;/span&gt;...I usually &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; need a few things to make it through a day....My make-up &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;necessities&lt;/span&gt;... eyeliner, and the ORANGE tube of black &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cover girl&lt;/span&gt; lash blast mascara...everything else is just sprinkles on top! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-4694659427570728716?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4694659427570728716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-11.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/4694659427570728716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/4694659427570728716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-11.html' title='Day 11'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ujyhbAHd5QI/TnIu_-K1YdI/AAAAAAAAAls/MRfOJcPfBA4/s72-c/IMG-20110915-00096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-4033875785371951696</id><published>2011-09-14T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T13:38:43.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day 10 - A photo of your favorite place to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is SO EASY!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652315686807451346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oOhB4fxAVYQ/TnEPK36GttI/AAAAAAAAAlU/lONhi3JsLgI/s400/cheesecake_factory1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Did this make you Drool? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652316368247747938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fso0L4exS9o/TnEPyieIdWI/AAAAAAAAAlk/3LtvNJX3IWY/s400/cheesecake_4.jpg" /&gt;How about now? &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 185px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652315439774997714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s8tDPN2mvtg/TnEO8fo-nNI/AAAAAAAAAlE/TI6yhfhI8E0/s400/Cheesecake%252520Factory%252520offering%252520low%252520price%252520slices%252520today.jpg" /&gt;Anything yet?? &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652315383692924978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kxg1099RlJ8/TnEO5Ot-GDI/AAAAAAAAAk8/AZwxjPrzTIE/s400/Cheese_Cake_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-4033875785371951696?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4033875785371951696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-10.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/4033875785371951696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/4033875785371951696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-10.html' title='Day 10'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oOhB4fxAVYQ/TnEPK36GttI/AAAAAAAAAlU/lONhi3JsLgI/s72-c/cheesecake_factory1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-1281538639595253207</id><published>2011-09-13T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T08:41:20.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9</title><content type='html'>Day 9 : A photo of the last thing your purchased...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651869168366931282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2mE_h5QOgkk/Tm95EFF-TVI/AAAAAAAAAk0/LhFY6KwsSRQ/s400/IMG-20110913-00084%255B1%255D.JPG" /&gt;I'm a purse snob... It takes me FOREVER to find a purse to haul around all my crap in...but when i find one I keep them for a long time! (my last purse's life? 2.8 years)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-1281538639595253207?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1281538639595253207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-9.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/1281538639595253207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/1281538639595253207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-9.html' title='Day 9'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2mE_h5QOgkk/Tm95EFF-TVI/AAAAAAAAAk0/LhFY6KwsSRQ/s72-c/IMG-20110913-00084%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-96340498917479828</id><published>2011-09-13T08:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T08:34:16.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8</title><content type='html'>Day 8 : A song to match your mood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651867384274784082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z16D-vWq-P4/Tm93cO1Qj1I/AAAAAAAAAks/L_m9PVO0IUw/s400/tropical_island_screensaver1.jpg" /&gt; Not sure how to take a picture of a song….. so here is a video. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Weezer-“Island in the Sun”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0C3zgYW_FAM&amp;amp;ob=av2e"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0C3zgYW_FAM&amp;amp;ob=av2e&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be on an island.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-96340498917479828?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/96340498917479828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/96340498917479828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/96340498917479828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-8.html' title='Day 8'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z16D-vWq-P4/Tm93cO1Qj1I/AAAAAAAAAks/L_m9PVO0IUw/s72-c/tropical_island_screensaver1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-5952175281966542946</id><published>2011-09-09T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T12:57:47.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7</title><content type='html'>Day 7 : Your dream wedding... &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lffyUxNriSY/TmovTlUGyWI/AAAAAAAAAkk/hvSiQZf300Y/s1600/normal_wedding-chapel-las-vegas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 168px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650380695970171234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lffyUxNriSY/TmovTlUGyWI/AAAAAAAAAkk/hvSiQZf300Y/s400/normal_wedding-chapel-las-vegas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jh24y6mqa8Q/TmovTeUXCBI/AAAAAAAAAkc/YKXeBS5iQX4/s1600/las-vegas-wedding-chapels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650380694092187666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jh24y6mqa8Q/TmovTeUXCBI/AAAAAAAAAkc/YKXeBS5iQX4/s400/las-vegas-wedding-chapels.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WIiIXLN0or8/TmovTUjmpRI/AAAAAAAAAkU/pPYNdSk1NFg/s1600/las-vegas-weddings-chapels-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 143px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650380691471770898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WIiIXLN0or8/TmovTUjmpRI/AAAAAAAAAkU/pPYNdSk1NFg/s400/las-vegas-weddings-chapels-21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7laxq0EpyTI/TmovTPCogAI/AAAAAAAAAkM/amswVY03PBQ/s1600/elvis3_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 117px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650380689991303170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7laxq0EpyTI/TmovTPCogAI/AAAAAAAAAkM/amswVY03PBQ/s400/elvis3_small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The older I get... and the more weddings I am obligated to be apart of... the more desire I have to elope. (to the temple of course!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-5952175281966542946?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5952175281966542946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/5952175281966542946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/5952175281966542946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-7.html' title='Day 7'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lffyUxNriSY/TmovTlUGyWI/AAAAAAAAAkk/hvSiQZf300Y/s72-c/normal_wedding-chapel-las-vegas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-3826466369733526470</id><published>2011-09-08T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T09:12:29.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 6 - A photo of an animal you'd love to keep as a pet... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm allergic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(and even for animals I'm not allergic too I lie and say I am just so I don't have to make up some reason as to why I don't have one IE: goldfish... Birds... a salamander... etc...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have any of you ever seen the TV show "Wilfred" ?&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 172px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650019629333863762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-37NyGdIufY4/Tmjm6vRt3VI/AAAAAAAAAjs/o9biLz4vjHQ/s400/wilfred_0.jpg" /&gt; Elijah Wood has a mental breakdown and suddenly sees his neighbors dog as a human-dog thing. Stupid show with a few funny one liners. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650021526427264930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mNejXSY9lLU/TmjopKgB56I/AAAAAAAAAkE/h562XNyJ4-8/s400/MV5BMTY5ODAzNDYwNV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMDU1OTE3NQ%2540%2540__V1__SY317_CR13%252C0%252C214%252C317_.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The "dog" is completely sarcastic and teaches Elijah life lessons and Elijah takes Wilfred to the vet and on walks... plays catch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650019633038220690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DTCL7VMe3cg/Tmjm69E53ZI/AAAAAAAAAj0/qn2tvj1PpYE/s400/Wilfred_070321025249331_wideweb__300x436.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I wouldn't say no to a sarcastic funny man-dog... but then again, isn't that what a boyfriend is? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-3826466369733526470?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3826466369733526470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/3826466369733526470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/3826466369733526470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-6.html' title='Day 6'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-37NyGdIufY4/Tmjm6vRt3VI/AAAAAAAAAjs/o9biLz4vjHQ/s72-c/wilfred_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-703749590209456912</id><published>2011-09-07T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T07:54:39.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5</title><content type='html'>Day 5 : a photo of yourself 2 years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So with all my selfish picture taking this was an EASY challenge... in fact, I take so many silly pictures of myself that I was 100% positive that I had a picture taken on 9/7/09 stored somewhere on my phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TA'DAAAA!!!(with sunglasses even!!... don't hate) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 185px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649630930174213266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NPDNh1tCGS8/TmeFZeEX_JI/AAAAAAAAAjk/qM3bX9gOCmQ/s400/IMG00422-20091005-1845%255B1%255D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-703749590209456912?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/703749590209456912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-5.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/703749590209456912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/703749590209456912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-5.html' title='Day 5'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NPDNh1tCGS8/TmeFZeEX_JI/AAAAAAAAAjk/qM3bX9gOCmQ/s72-c/IMG00422-20091005-1845%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-716620142420171961</id><published>2011-09-06T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T10:52:07.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4</title><content type='html'>Day 4 - Your favorite photo of your best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-did-you-meet-your-best-friend.html"&gt;http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-did-you-meet-your-best-friend.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aside from those amazing friends... Id also like to add my baby sister. Melyssa. Complete opposites in almost every single way. But I love and would consider her one of my closest friends. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649304958825482130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i5ADtQcLLYw/TmZc7cKlR5I/AAAAAAAAAjc/5gAqNMa-Pq4/s400/n712845017_4426172_6625.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-716620142420171961?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/716620142420171961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/716620142420171961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/716620142420171961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i5ADtQcLLYw/TmZc7cKlR5I/AAAAAAAAAjc/5gAqNMa-Pq4/s72-c/n712845017_4426172_6625.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-419051126866749074</id><published>2011-09-02T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T07:54:02.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day 3 - Your idea of the perfect first date. Would you believe me if i said I didn't have a 'perfect first date' ?? I have been lucky to experience some dozy first dates. Blind dates. Double dates. Suedo dates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since I'm not the typical girl with doe-eyes dreaming of a walk on the beach or possibly of a spaghetti dinner where you both latch on to the same curiously long noodle...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm more or a realist...If the guy shows up, makes me laugh, and doesn't sneeze on me, I call that a successful evening. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647771727921746626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S4VC6ZX5maw/TmDqdp9FEsI/AAAAAAAAAjM/l7yjH-3O9Vo/s400/The_Perfect_Moment8enDetail.png" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since I have low standards when it comes to date-expectations I figure ill tell you about one of the more perfect dates I had.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A handsome young man picked me up, opened my doors, and we went to a rock concert at this little hole in the wall club. We stood in the balcony and sung along to the songs, laughed at the weird dance the keyboardist kept thinking he could do, and stood closer than we probably had to&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Hey! I was being considerate! someone got a great view because I scooched over so they could see! )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and... I was wearing some really cute boots.(VERY important to a successful evening)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a great stream of music, we went to dinner and laughed through chips and salsa (we had our own little fiesta!) then spent the rest of the evening cuddling while he taught me how to play Halo (Usually strongly opposed to video games... but I'm weak when in the arms of a strong handsome man!!! )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not unlike another cute blond..... &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 111px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 103px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647774248402540210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ir6lU6DCXw/TmDswXeh1rI/AAAAAAAAAjU/wOCJS6FK9bA/s400/mario_princess1297318870.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-419051126866749074?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/419051126866749074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-3.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/419051126866749074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/419051126866749074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S4VC6ZX5maw/TmDqdp9FEsI/AAAAAAAAAjM/l7yjH-3O9Vo/s72-c/The_Perfect_Moment8enDetail.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-3330919768142486000</id><published>2011-09-01T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T19:21:36.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 2 ... A Photo of something I ate today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course today is the day that my menu consisted of sugar, high fructose corn syrup, carbs, and of course... bacon. HOWEVER.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also ate these:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O00ERpPPITw/TmA9KtFnCsI/AAAAAAAAAjE/6XKYq4jN_Fs/s400/IMG-20110901-00065.jpg" style="text-align: center;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647581186833713858" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks to my Roommate Jodie who has me addicted... and yes... I eat them in color groups. In color order. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-3330919768142486000?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3330919768142486000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/3330919768142486000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/3330919768142486000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O00ERpPPITw/TmA9KtFnCsI/AAAAAAAAAjE/6XKYq4jN_Fs/s72-c/IMG-20110901-00065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-6926214232500622264</id><published>2011-08-31T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T09:26:16.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zKZV0zBry_E/Tl5fI1vXB2I/AAAAAAAAAi8/9TDuHnIeRSA/s1600/IMG-20110826-00056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 251px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647055588238493538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zKZV0zBry_E/Tl5fI1vXB2I/AAAAAAAAAi8/9TDuHnIeRSA/s400/IMG-20110826-00056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Day 1 - A photo of yourself and a description of how your day was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;This is me. Today. If you look &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;closely&lt;/span&gt; you can see a 'glazed' over effect from lack of sleep and about 8 liters of Diet Dr Pepper. My day has been pretty decent so far...but then again how bad could it be after only 5 hours?? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; just impressed that I have makeup and contacts in- next I plan on taking over the world! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-6926214232500622264?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6926214232500622264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/6926214232500622264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/6926214232500622264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zKZV0zBry_E/Tl5fI1vXB2I/AAAAAAAAAi8/9TDuHnIeRSA/s72-c/IMG-20110826-00056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-7926845765943644328</id><published>2011-08-30T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T08:44:51.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel free to enjoy the Peep-Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5zoMro8Urc/Tl0E2xtPurI/AAAAAAAAAik/AZukq47RkYE/s1600/dre2376l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 280px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646674846895028914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5zoMro8Urc/Tl0E2xtPurI/AAAAAAAAAik/AZukq47RkYE/s400/dre2376l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend Erin did this on her blog… and since she is possibly the only person left reading MY blog… I hope she enjoys my 30 DAY BLOG CHALENGE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Let’s be honest though… is this really a challenge? Take pictures of things(mostly myself) for 30 days in a row?? Maybe for others but not for me… I’m a picture taking PRO! Plus I’m a sucker for silly things that not only take up my time, but also allow me to ‘talk about myself’ and telling you all my quarks without blatantly talking about myself. ..Kind of like having my own stalkers... and my own peeping tom...I love a good Voyure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are the topics for the next 30 days. Enjoy stalking my life thru my pictures &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 - A photo of yourself and a description of how your day was.&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 - A photo of something you ate today.&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 - Your idea of the perfect first date.&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 - Your favorite photograph of your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 - A photo of yourself two years ago.&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 - A photo of an animal you'd love to keep as a pet.&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 - Your dream wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Day 8 - A song to match your mood.&lt;br /&gt;Day 9 - A photo of the item you last purchased.&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 - A photo of your favorite place to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 - What's in your makeup bag.&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 - A photograph of the town you live in.&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 - Your favorite musician and why?&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 - A TV show you're currently addicted to.&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 - Something you don't leave the house without.&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 - Your celebrity crush.&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 - A photo of you and your family.&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 - Something you crave a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 - Another picture of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 - The meaning behind your blog name.&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 - A photo of something that makes you happy.&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 - A letter to someone who has hurt you recently.&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 - 15 facts about you.&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 - A photo of something that means a lot to you.&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 - What's in your purse?&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 - A photo of somewhere you've been to.&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 - A picture of you last year and now and how you changed since then?&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 - Your favorite movie.&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 - Something you could never get tired of doing.&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 - A photograph of yourself today + three good things that have happened in the past 30 days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-7926845765943644328?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7926845765943644328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/08/feel-free-to-enjoy-peep-show.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/7926845765943644328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/7926845765943644328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/08/feel-free-to-enjoy-peep-show.html' title='Feel free to enjoy the Peep-Show'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5zoMro8Urc/Tl0E2xtPurI/AAAAAAAAAik/AZukq47RkYE/s72-c/dre2376l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-1843616336124544654</id><published>2011-07-08T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T11:03:22.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY WEEK IN PICTURES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sometimes Bordem sets in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(OK, a lot of time bordem sets in!!! ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So I decided to show you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"MY WEEK IN PICTURES"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;4Th of July:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z8nC0SNmBuU/Thc5RLPUY7I/AAAAAAAAAiU/H2rcnBBYsR8/s1600/IMG01328-20110701-2123.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 292px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627029226660324274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z8nC0SNmBuU/Thc5RLPUY7I/AAAAAAAAAiU/H2rcnBBYsR8/s400/IMG01328-20110701-2123.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; MONDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(26 cars total on my block. My Mexican neighbors sure know how to celebrate Independence day [all racism aside... I think 2 of them might actually be American citizens)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nOAkg7Fxy44/Thc5REqDCEI/AAAAAAAAAiM/H1aUWFY2edM/s1600/IMG01338-20110704-2143.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 244px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627029224893384770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nOAkg7Fxy44/Thc5REqDCEI/AAAAAAAAAiM/H1aUWFY2edM/s400/IMG01338-20110704-2143.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;( Heather, SueAnn, Ryanne at the amphitheater pit where we watched fireworks [after a day of lake fun!] hence the burnt-to-a-crisp look I'm sporting.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TUESDAY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFdyNTfGquA/Thc5Ks7AMrI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Jbk2yN3qWtw/s1600/IMG01339-20110705-0955.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 186px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 187px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627029115442836146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFdyNTfGquA/Thc5Ks7AMrI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Jbk2yN3qWtw/s400/IMG01339-20110705-0955.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;( One of my Dr's has a daughter the same age as me, So she will bring me things/souvenirs just like she would her daughter. During her recent beach-side wedding in Hawaii, she snatched up these little beauties- Glass blown earrings! ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DYf8k8uuPeo/Thc5KaT-1VI/AAAAAAAAAh8/e01h5gcJ_xc/s1600/IMG01344-20110705-2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 206px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627029110447330642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DYf8k8uuPeo/Thc5KaT-1VI/AAAAAAAAAh8/e01h5gcJ_xc/s400/IMG01344-20110705-2006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; (well... I really have no excuse as to why... but smore's for dinner sounded AMAZING! and an easy-bake-oven toasts them up perfectly!!) Don't judge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;WEDNESDAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sf1eQid8aQU/Thc5KGunQuI/AAAAAAAAAh0/vWYIkoKhaxE/s1600/IMG01347-20110706-2202.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 210px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627029105190322914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sf1eQid8aQU/Thc5KGunQuI/AAAAAAAAAh0/vWYIkoKhaxE/s400/IMG01347-20110706-2202.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(I may have raved about my addiction to "Post-Secret" ... I have had some secrets posted on the web sight... my next goal is to see one in a book! I got this post-secret book from one of my best-friends and I read it ALL the time!!... seriously... and addiction. So while reading it (again) I decided to write another secret. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THURSDAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0qNvPFEQxiY/Thc5KASEGrI/AAAAAAAAAhs/e0C-sJ4I_h0/s1600/IMG01351-20110707-1948.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 336px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627029103459965618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0qNvPFEQxiY/Thc5KASEGrI/AAAAAAAAAhs/e0C-sJ4I_h0/s400/IMG01351-20110707-1948.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(After a fun crab-o-loaded dinner-date with my roommate we come here. How fun right??? A vintage style Carousel in the middle of the city!!!- YES PLEASE!) the only down side? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;1. Well, I didn't get the awesome horse with the mo-hawk (yet!) 2. I broke the ride. (In an embarrassing plastic shattering event, that caused the whole ride to stop, myself and a very unhappy 3 year old to get off the ride....All it took was a few slabs of plastic to be pushed back into place.. but I may be scared forever. well... until i pay my $1 to ride the ride again to saddle up on the horse with the mo-hawk!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;FRIDAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9N3gvIICRnA/Thc-pE1gALI/AAAAAAAAAic/zdTRoFmBmb8/s1600/IMG01304-20110622-1940.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 190px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 185px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627035134816420018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9N3gvIICRnA/Thc-pE1gALI/AAAAAAAAAic/zdTRoFmBmb8/s400/IMG01304-20110622-1940.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;(While on Monday i came across a beautiful garden that was so nice i almost wept... I decided to celebrate MY little garden. while everything else has all but whithered and is on the brink of death, this little baby keeps giving me the most delicious cherry tomato's i have ever experienced. Thank you for not dieing. ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-1843616336124544654?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1843616336124544654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-week-in-pictures.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/1843616336124544654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/1843616336124544654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-week-in-pictures.html' title='MY WEEK IN PICTURES'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z8nC0SNmBuU/Thc5RLPUY7I/AAAAAAAAAiU/H2rcnBBYsR8/s72-c/IMG01328-20110701-2123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-556095273020151459</id><published>2011-06-24T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T09:47:14.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Did You Meet Your Best Friend?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FX5EwVOTDKM/TgThx1l4pyI/AAAAAAAAAgs/7ZNu4w0EuYM/s1600/467.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;How Did You Meet Your Best Friend ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't think I'm one of those people that has a bunch of best friends. I have a TON of acquaintances...and a lot of people that know me, and people that I know. But I'm not one of those people that goes around saying "OH my B.F.F.!!! my best friend"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On one hand I can list my Best Friends&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6th Grade &lt;strong&gt;Sarah N:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623646594783000866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIucB4nSnXo/Tgs0yFhgOSI/AAAAAAAAAhE/aMRkZBkekfs/s400/IMG01318-20110628-1738.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; We bonded over a common enemy. Jenny. she was like a fuzzy dumpy troll of a girl ! (ok, maybe not that bad... but she was mean!) We had sleep overs, we played "Pocahontas" in the forest and Rollerblade while eating Popsicles in the summer. (until i moved...then her best friend became..JENNY! I may need therapy for this. ) My first experience with having someone in my life that i loved like family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;High School &lt;strong&gt;Amber L:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623680037344460946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hklbqHRTPWo/TgtTMsxfQJI/AAAAAAAAAhc/1SZZsEdTjU0/s400/35791_10150212018450018_712845017_12852226_5109721_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I needed a tag-team camp counselor for girls camp and we were in the same ward growing up. She was in a few of my classes in high school. Little did i know she would become a major player in my life( and one of the very best camp counselor choices EVER!). Dancing in the car to the radio, teasing her sisters, wreaking my car in her drive-way, laughing at her husband, bad-mouthing her ex husband, and loving and raising her daughter. At times, Amber and her family have been closer to me than my own. I love her for the amazing person she is, and the person she inspires me to be without knowing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Post Mission&lt;strong&gt; S. Woolley:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623646592965779938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V0U-fSUgsgs/Tgs0x-wPoeI/AAAAAAAAAg8/J7h053XAylk/s400/5328_280752855416_577850416_9728127_6809358_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The first time we met...We didn't like each other at all. couldn't stand each other. But there came a time when we hated those around us more. We couldn't be separated after that. Shes one of the few people I let hug me (that's HUGE) We have played together, cried together. partied together. gone to church together. and have been together thru multiple life changing events. her personality is infectious. I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Current- &lt;strong&gt;SueAnn R:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 349px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623680035135720946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3IcK25c4pLU/TgtTMki4jfI/AAAAAAAAAhU/1lcAGssU7DI/s400/25572_10150163544860018_712845017_11501833_7263780_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; We met on a cruise. On the dance floor off the Mexican coast line. we bonded over our hatred of living where we live. we made each other laugh every single day. we still do. we go through the highs and lows of dating and non-datable people. her sarcastic sense of humor makes me smile. her kindness makes me smile. I don't know what I would do without her. Shes seen me at some of my lowest points and helped me laugh through them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last but not least &lt;strong&gt;Erin M: &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623646592348410322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBCdfwFoCN8/Tgs0x8dDUdI/AAAAAAAAAg0/eBWoH46vfkc/s400/195842_557577080679_177803914_31922734_2971695_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The first time I met Erin, she gave me a present. how do you not like people that give you things? how? HOW? and it only got better from there. from giggling on the back row of church like chatty 7 year olds. to late night dinners at Texas road house. Even experiencing something with her that i haven't done with anyone in a decade or more. Camping. Erin is hilarious and up for anything. A great friend to have close by for any and all emergencies (Even if she listens to country music.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-556095273020151459?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/556095273020151459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-did-you-meet-your-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/556095273020151459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/556095273020151459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-did-you-meet-your-best-friend.html' title='How Did You Meet Your Best Friend?'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIucB4nSnXo/Tgs0yFhgOSI/AAAAAAAAAhE/aMRkZBkekfs/s72-c/IMG01318-20110628-1738.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-54394266890323965</id><published>2011-06-16T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T09:53:23.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DpL9zOgTpZI/Tfo0TnPfDlI/AAAAAAAAAgk/YV4ZJKgcPMM/s1600/Diet%2BDr_Pepper.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 190px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618860996654206546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DpL9zOgTpZI/Tfo0TnPfDlI/AAAAAAAAAgk/YV4ZJKgcPMM/s400/Diet%2BDr_Pepper.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I ♥ Diet Dr Pepper&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Its almost past love and borderline addicted obsessive love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But recently in an attempt to be a little healthier I gave it up. Yup. Cold turkey. Almost 2 months without my morning, afternoon, and evening beverage of choice. I stood strong thru the headaches and said "ill have water" at restaurants... I was strong!! I waved goodbye to caffeine and carbonation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HOWEVER ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;After seeing ZERO change in my health (despite multiple changes) and being completely and utterly tired for almost 2 months straight... I plan on drinking a huge can of cold crispy cool bubbly 23 original and unknown flavors (I'm almost drooling as I type this out) I cant wait!!! (did I mention COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY TIRED ??????) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have missed you Dr.! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-54394266890323965?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/54394266890323965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-diet-dr-pepper.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/54394266890323965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/54394266890323965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-diet-dr-pepper.html' title=''/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DpL9zOgTpZI/Tfo0TnPfDlI/AAAAAAAAAgk/YV4ZJKgcPMM/s72-c/Diet%2BDr_Pepper.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-7253461938980940434</id><published>2011-05-23T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T11:09:11.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Monday is the perfect day of the week to vent about things that make you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;CRAZY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;the little things that get under my skin and could instantly turn my fine-decent-uncomplicated-easy-pleasant Monday morning into a seething pit of black anger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while this normally bugs me... today this cracked me up into a hysterical laughter that caused tears in my eyes, sore cheeks from such a tight smile/laugh while enduring looks on others faces that made me think THEY were thinking "OH wow- I'm pretty sure this girl is having a psychotic break... should i call someone or should i just pretend nothing is happening and walk away" - but i digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if this has ever happened to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 169px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609971809670271442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ku4BFM8J8aE/Tdqfo1NaEdI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Ef5Z7vAz0X0/s400/4640723661_230835dbcf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Your standing in line waiting to get on the elevator. you push the button. the doors open and BAM out of nowhere any number of people DASH into the elevator all but shoving you out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 174px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609971814930418354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hGVciD6cHb4/TdqfpIzhirI/AAAAAAAAAgY/evOMOBoA9nw/s400/elevator_myth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Your inside the elevator (music playing) and *ding* you reach your floor and the doors slowly open and the instant there is at least 3 inches of space in the opening of the doors , someone is shoving there way in , before you get a chance to even to move! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;As you are stepping out right as someone steps in and you both get smooshed in the opening !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO ELEVATOR ETIQUETTE !!! ???&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Every time i see this occur or end up massaging elevator door marks off my arm ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I cant help but laugh to myself... well until my psychotic break anyways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-7253461938980940434?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7253461938980940434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/05/monday-is-perfect-day-of-week-to-vent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/7253461938980940434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/7253461938980940434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/05/monday-is-perfect-day-of-week-to-vent.html' title=''/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ku4BFM8J8aE/Tdqfo1NaEdI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Ef5Z7vAz0X0/s72-c/4640723661_230835dbcf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-3264443341173086880</id><published>2011-05-18T06:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T09:50:31.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I look at my blog I realize I don’t post as often as I could(or as often as silly ideas pop into my mind.) BUT its Wednesday and its time again for .....&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ourdandelionwishes.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1096.photobucket.com/albums/g328/OurDandelionWishes/WWTKbutton.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{1} If you could choose a Super Power, what would it be? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Lets forever set aside the image of me in spandex and a cape. Never. Gunn’a. Happen! (Although I am having flashes of awesome future Halloween costumes! ! ! –You have been warned) As far as super powers are concerned, how cool would it be to just freeze time! *freeze* and put a banana peel under someone’s walking foot *unfreeze* and giggle as they biff it on the sidewalk. *freeze* put a pie inches away from someone’s face *unfreeze* giggle as a cream pie smashed into their face! … The more I go on, the more I sound like a villin *cue evil cackle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{2} what would be your first frivolous purchase if you were awarded a million dollars tomorrow?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(And don't say "that's not a lot of money", it sounds pretentious)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I would buy a completely over the top shinny new convertible sports car. Doesn’t matter what type or style… I would just want the one that people would look at and think to themselves- “wow! Nice car! I wish I could take a test drive in that!!! Ohh and that sexy blond behind the wheel doesn’t look that bad either" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;{3} What would be the hardest current luxury for you to give up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Air Conditioning. When the weather here in the desert gets hot enough to cook an egg on the sidewalk, nothing feels as good as blasting the AC in your card and jamming out to some ABBA song, or walking into an air conditioned building with sweat dripping off your face. I shed a little tear of sadness for those that are unaware of the wonderful bliss that is a blast of arctic air in the middle of summertime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;{&lt;strong&gt;4} If you were given a choice between being given great wisdom and great wealth, which would you choose? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Wealth!!!! Besides, with all the money and life experiences I could have I could become wise and knowledgeable. Money, money, moooooney-Mo-knee! ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;{5} If you were to be stranded on a deserted island for 100 days what 5 THINGS would you pack?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;This questions was EASY!!! I would spend the rest of my life on any island !!!&lt;br /&gt;1. Swimsuit (as “deserted” as this island might claim to be, I still have my decency)&lt;br /&gt;2. Hammock (never leave home without it!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Pinicolata ingredients (Virgin of course- but cold, frosty, coconutty, pinapple-ee goodness)&lt;br /&gt;4. Trash magazines. (Toss me a people, star, us weekly, or even and enquirer and I’ll be set!)&lt;br /&gt;5. Scuba diving equipment. (Because the only thing equal to the cozy awesomeness of a deserted island is the quiet peace and beauty that is coral reefs under the sea [hope that song gets stuck in your head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-3264443341173086880?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3264443341173086880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/05/as-i-look-at-my-blog-i-realize-i-dont.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/3264443341173086880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/3264443341173086880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/05/as-i-look-at-my-blog-i-realize-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-458864245914212456</id><published>2011-05-11T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T12:23:45.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Want To Know Wednesdays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ourdandelionwishes.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1096.photobucket.com/albums/g328/OurDandelionWishes/WWTKbutton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My friend Erin turned my on to this new site where they play "We Want To Know Wednesday" So I am going to play along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{1} what game shows have you always thought you could be on and totally WIN! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605500159825588338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSVmi1P4cFI/Tcq8sjbMsHI/AAAAAAAAAgA/QTQ_Ir2QQQc/s400/newlywedgame.jpg" /&gt;Well ... I could TOTALLY win "the Newlywed game" ... but since i am lacking a piece of that puzzle currently( a husband) , I will go with my next option- The Price Is Right! Who wouldn’t want to win a washer/dryer combo, a boat and a log cabin in the woods of the Alaskan wilderness? Plus the wheel ? HECK YES! sign me up! force me to stand in line and be giddy and giggly until the loud voice from above says "Come OoooN DOWN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{2} Do you have a tattoo(s)? What are they and what made you chose them? If not, would you get one, yes/no/why? &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 142px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 153px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605500154262645218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V152cY4moX8/Tcq8sOs46eI/AAAAAAAAAf4/SZE8KDAUdZc/s400/09sd7.jpg" /&gt;The large panther that covers my back from my thigh to my ear isn’t a dead giveaway of my amazing ink skillz? (with a "Z" because that’s how us cool kids roll) But really, since my mom doesnt read my blog, and Im pretty sure she suspects it anywys... Yes. I have scared my body with the perminent ink. Stupid choice? probubly. Does any one know I have one? very few people(now at least 5 new people- who should probubly keep it to themselves to avoid having my mother speed over to my house and hack a chunk of inked-skin off my body)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{3} what is your favorite piece of jewelry that you own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a simple black beaded long necklace that goes with everything. It was about $7 at Wal-Mart. Thats it. Its easy and classic and go with everything. Enough said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{4} what is your driving pet peeve(s)? &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 76px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 56px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605501115530583778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WbcAJblpgpQ/Tcq9kLtBnuI/AAAAAAAAAgI/BjJ5viuxfQ0/s400/roadrage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can ask my sister, my roommate and pretty much any one that rides in a vehicle with me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) I hate break happy drivers. 2) I hate people that go 10 under the speed limit blocking you off. 3) I hate people that drive slow until you try to pass them and then suddenly they feel as if they can go 65 in a school zone. The list goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{5} what was your favorite sitcom growing up that you wish was still on?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605500142137586018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EOp-DtaeZaI/Tcq8rhiDMWI/AAAAAAAAAfo/nzwO1k00Lk8/s400/full-house-1.jpg" /&gt;I loved Full house. The comedy of Bob Saget. The sex appeal of Uncle Jessie (remember the music video he made???? I DO! For your viewing pleasure --&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/video/becki/jesse-and-the-rippers/3777966"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/video/becki/jesse-and-the-rippers/3777966&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fashion of Stephanie and D.J.. The crazy neighbor. Ahhh what a great show where all family problems are easily solved in 30 min of TV gold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-458864245914212456?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/458864245914212456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/05/we-want-to-know-wednesdays.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/458864245914212456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/458864245914212456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/05/we-want-to-know-wednesdays.html' title='We Want To Know Wednesdays!'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSVmi1P4cFI/Tcq8sjbMsHI/AAAAAAAAAgA/QTQ_Ir2QQQc/s72-c/newlywedgame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-1861664813702577063</id><published>2011-05-05T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T09:19:11.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HIKING=HELL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I hate Hiking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gu4lSDd9_3g/TcLGrtEnfhI/AAAAAAAAAfg/REVtGf6qvCk/s1600/n712845017_5726093_1745.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 457px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 322px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603259340537953810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gu4lSDd9_3g/TcLGrtEnfhI/AAAAAAAAAfg/REVtGf6qvCk/s400/n712845017_5726093_1745.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I despise it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Ryanne/Nicole @ Angles Landing Zion Nat. Park)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603259269116675906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ux5w3q8DLoY/TcLGnjAdR0I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/vUDZQ0dxzrw/s400/n712845017_3717388_9520.jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have zero desire to do it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Ryanne/Charlie-Subway, Zion Nat Park)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603259272837708402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nX1sPhdxiUw/TcLGnw3nunI/AAAAAAAAAfY/mgDDOaEroLM/s400/n712845017_5726085_8893.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I swear in my head with almost every single step.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Ryanne/Jon-Angels Landing, Zion Nat Park)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Getting to the top and looking out means nothing to me because I hated every second of getting there... no matter what they say- to me, ITS NEVER WORTH IT!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gWaEJ1NIyPE/TcLGnhz-S2I/AAAAAAAAAfI/gJXCnKV_gVM/s1600/n712845017_3630587_4655.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603259268795878242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gWaEJ1NIyPE/TcLGnhz-S2I/AAAAAAAAAfI/gJXCnKV_gVM/s400/n712845017_3630587_4655.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I hate having to catch my breath like a 98 year old smoker &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Ryanne- Weeping Rock, Zion Nat Park)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603259266416016130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N-nSQneaMKo/TcLGnY8kewI/AAAAAAAAAfA/N5FS-HWzfB0/s400/n712845017_3628736_9331.jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I hate getting red in the face and watching my foot placement so I don't biff it over some branch or rock or skeleton from the last hiker that didn't make it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Ryanne- Valley of Fire, NV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SdV5awZsSKk/TcLGmyYNYgI/AAAAAAAAAe4/LqNwZ7IDuB8/s1600/30751_10150182130605018_712845017_12010524_2190842_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 464px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603259256062960130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SdV5awZsSKk/TcLGmyYNYgI/AAAAAAAAAe4/LqNwZ7IDuB8/s400/30751_10150182130605018_712845017_12010524_2190842_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I hate it all. No matter who, what, where, when or why. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Ryanne-Arches Nat Park-Moab UT) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I go. I do. I see. I breath. I stop. I get red in the face. I trip over rocks. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I swear in my head. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-1861664813702577063?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1861664813702577063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/05/hikinghell.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/1861664813702577063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/1861664813702577063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/05/hikinghell.html' title='HIKING=HELL'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gu4lSDd9_3g/TcLGrtEnfhI/AAAAAAAAAfg/REVtGf6qvCk/s72-c/n712845017_5726093_1745.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-149505515108251858</id><published>2011-03-31T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T10:18:49.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 x 30 List</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Once upon a time, In a spring-ISH time of year on a Sunday morning a pregnant lady showed up at the hospital. Some time around lunch time a precious ball of wrinkly flesh was coo-ing in a pink blanket. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Welcome to the world ... ME! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xHBSuPZd7PA/TZSubNoNPTI/AAAAAAAAAeo/zbhoYVKejSw/s1600/n712845017_118184_7916.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590284820011629874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xHBSuPZd7PA/TZSubNoNPTI/AAAAAAAAAeo/zbhoYVKejSw/s400/n712845017_118184_7916.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Sweet little me was a kind child (or so i have been told... when I wasn't tripping my brother who was 3 years older than me, to climb on top of him and slap him around I was a sweet ball of cuteness.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f7d5cmx-O_o/TZSubAOzeFI/AAAAAAAAAeg/JuTgQNQ5FOA/s1600/n712845017_785371_7288.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590284816415422546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f7d5cmx-O_o/TZSubAOzeFI/AAAAAAAAAeg/JuTgQNQ5FOA/s400/n712845017_785371_7288.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; If you can look past the sexy 'bowl-cut' style of the early '80s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(I honestly remember sitting on a stool in the kitchen as my mom slapped a bright orange Tupperware bowl on our heads... so cruel. ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i87M9GII-6o/TZSua-jGr2I/AAAAAAAAAeY/kIV4eU6_sqc/s1600/4308_202857635017_712845017_6919870_4212022_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590284815963696994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i87M9GII-6o/TZSua-jGr2I/AAAAAAAAAeY/kIV4eU6_sqc/s400/4308_202857635017_712845017_6919870_4212022_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So this year i turn 27. Not a HUGE milestone in the multiple groups of ages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But a birthday non-the-less. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ueA0MJFwhyM/TZSuSQFRC9I/AAAAAAAAAeI/HTgIHoNyt8Y/s1600/n712845017_785371_7288.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590287969981154130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wp4C10X8jcM/TZSxSkLdw1I/AAAAAAAAAew/DsGwgjr_8HU/s400/154098_10150341106445018_712845017_15814120_5900659_n.jpg" /&gt;In trying to live life to the fullest and experience all things life has to offer me, I have compiled a 30 x 30 list. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thirty things that I want to accomplish in the next 3 years before my 30Th Birthday. Like a bucket list ...only you don't die in the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I found it a little difficult since the rules I set for it were: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*Things I wont already do eventually (buy a house, have kids, fall in love, etc...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*Things I have NOT previously done (difficult since i have done A LOT in 27 years)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SO I present my list...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Stay up all night and watch the sun rise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Participate in a celebratory event for a different culture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Buy myself something impractical just because I like it. (jewelry?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Attend a huge sporting event&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Grow and eat my own vegetables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Take a hot air balloon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Build something useful to use (something more than a bird house) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Take a road trip all by myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Go sky diving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Walk the golden gate bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Certify in scuba diving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ride something bigger than a horse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Go to a major rock star concert. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fix an entire Thanksgiving/Christmas dinner by myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Get/learn to use a gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Learn to ride a motorcycle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Go fishing in Alaska&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;See an active volcano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Write in my journal once a week until its filled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Make a piece of art I would be proud to display in my home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Find 5 books that inspire me (not just cover art...but actually READ THEM!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Write a letter to a missionary every month for their whole mission. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Compile my memories for posterity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Name a star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Surprise some one that I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Organize/ create my own cookbook (for my own personal use) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Attended a taping of a TV show &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Have dessert at Serendipity's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;See one of the natural wonders of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Volunteer outside of the USA (habitat for humanity?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wish me luck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-149505515108251858?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/149505515108251858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/03/once-upon-time-in-spring-ish-time-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/149505515108251858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/149505515108251858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/03/once-upon-time-in-spring-ish-time-of.html' title='30 x 30 List'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xHBSuPZd7PA/TZSubNoNPTI/AAAAAAAAAeo/zbhoYVKejSw/s72-c/n712845017_118184_7916.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-5271138375120352717</id><published>2011-03-04T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T11:55:32.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello my name is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Yes, Hello... My name is Ryanne ... and... *emotional tear*.... I'm an addict. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccffff;"&gt;I don't know how it happened. it just dawned on me one day. I tried to fight it off for so long (ok, not really) - but no, it snuck up on me like a ninja !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Try not to judge... but I'm addicted to trashy television. (admit it, so are you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Its true. everything from (the very talented ) Chelsey Lately on E! gossip network, to (the classy) Jersey Shore and Teen Mom on MTV, not to mention Bridalplasty and everything in-between. I would even call in sick to work if there was a season marathon of Americas Next Top Model. To be honest... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I feel Jerry Springer was my gate-way show...... "Jerry! Jerry! Jerry!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9ujwdmi8lo/TXFCbRQR48I/AAAAAAAAAd4/Nc6BAPO30eE/s1600/Springer.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 325px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580314449544340418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9ujwdmi8lo/TXFCbRQR48I/AAAAAAAAAd4/Nc6BAPO30eE/s400/Springer.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-5271138375120352717?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5271138375120352717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/03/hello-my-name-is.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/5271138375120352717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/5271138375120352717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/03/hello-my-name-is.html' title='Hello my name is...'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9ujwdmi8lo/TXFCbRQR48I/AAAAAAAAAd4/Nc6BAPO30eE/s72-c/Springer.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-118289386020225439</id><published>2011-02-09T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T10:20:01.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571915429232027586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TVNrj8Xkp8I/AAAAAAAAAco/A82ocItLJTc/s400/thing.17660447.l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Every single work day, at the crack of dawn, My coworker Brian and I say in a motivating way, "Today's going to be a great day! I can feel it, can you feel it???" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Some days&lt;/span&gt; are... and other days the morning pep-talk falls by the way side as we watch the day go down in a ball of flames. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Either way... we know that tomorrow is going to be a good day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-118289386020225439?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/118289386020225439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/02/every-single-work-day-at-crack-of-dawn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/118289386020225439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/118289386020225439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/02/every-single-work-day-at-crack-of-dawn.html' title=''/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TVNrj8Xkp8I/AAAAAAAAAco/A82ocItLJTc/s72-c/thing.17660447.l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-6248923429501866658</id><published>2011-02-08T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T08:29:01.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How You Take It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;For some odd reason, when I read this, all I envision is when I was about 10 and me and my brothers and friends would hop on our bikes, and ride down the long straight road, trying to balance without using our hands. try steering with our feet. Hopping to the side and standing on one peddle 'scooter-style' and swerving all over the road. feeling the breeze thru our hair(or at least mine since I was often the only girl) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TVIaw8_R4iI/AAAAAAAAAcY/c4D_vNrraho/s1600/thing.13742088.l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 396px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571545117318308386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TVIaw8_R4iI/AAAAAAAAAcY/c4D_vNrraho/s400/thing.13742088.l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt; Trying to see the roads in life that my brothers and friends have taken, VS the ones I have chosen, I can see how different we have all become. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;While I cant speak for them, I know that for the most part I have still tried to balance and ride without my hands. Had the wind in my hair, sped down hills with my legs extended, and popped wheelies while leaping over curbs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But I have sure done almost all of that with a smile :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thought for the day???? SMILE MORE!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-6248923429501866658?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6248923429501866658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-you-take-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/6248923429501866658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/6248923429501866658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-you-take-it.html' title='How You Take It'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TVIaw8_R4iI/AAAAAAAAAcY/c4D_vNrraho/s72-c/thing.13742088.l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-4034109054812369169</id><published>2011-02-06T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T11:54:23.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>an attitude of happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';color:#ffffff;"&gt;Its been a while since I have given my 'two cents" on any given topic. And thru this busy start of the year I have heard and thought and read many great quotes that I plan on sharing with you all this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570514361327346818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TU5xTDsg5II/AAAAAAAAAcQ/DrnxzKAnYaE/s400/draft_lens10300881module96401481photo_127176960748554-attitude-and-abilit.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';color:#ffffff;"&gt;"For Success, Attitude is equally as important as ability" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';color:#ffffff;"&gt;Attitude is everything. my mom gave me this quote by president Abraham Lincoln that said "You are only about as happy as you make up your mind to be" ... Now knowing that my mom gave this to me in my super-surly teenage years I can assure you that my eyes rolled, and anger stirred in my soul as I probably said something like "thanks mom" *sarcasm* "whats this suppose to mean??? HU????" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';color:#ffffff;"&gt;But now that I am older and have starred at this little framed quote, I can thank my mom for that one little reminder. Attitude is everything. You can either choose to be happy with life or not. Happy where you live or not. Happy with your piece of crap car, or not. Happy with the fact you never learned to ride a bike or not. the point is-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';color:#ffffff;"&gt;IF YOUR NOT HAPPY WITH IT ... CHANGE IT!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your the only one that can make yourself happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';color:#ffffff;"&gt;plus...if you cant be happy here...you probably wont be able to be happy there...or there...or there (everyones "there" is different. But the attitude is what makes everywhere amazing!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-4034109054812369169?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4034109054812369169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/02/attitude-of-happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/4034109054812369169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/4034109054812369169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2011/02/attitude-of-happiness.html' title='an attitude of happiness'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TU5xTDsg5II/AAAAAAAAAcQ/DrnxzKAnYaE/s72-c/draft_lens10300881module96401481photo_127176960748554-attitude-and-abilit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-218283946107199131</id><published>2010-12-30T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T10:48:05.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TRyrtwtvhGI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OOhVJuva6jg/s1600/attempt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 271px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 444px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556504842927572066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TRyrtwtvhGI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OOhVJuva6jg/s400/attempt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A few years ago I got really bored with my journal topics. It seemed it had gone from something you could totally expect from me, to 'Dear Diary, today I ...' not quite what I thought my future posterity or some military man digging thru the rubble of my belongings after some horrific natural disaster (yes... I pretend that will happen and they will sit and read my journal for hours laughing and crying- or its some ancient text in thousands of years- ok, ok feel free to stop laughing at me ) I often write in the style of an interesting book. Kind of like how I blog (yes... there are tons of pictures in my journals too) but it was getting a little drab. So in a search, thank you google, I came up with lists, topics, and a web sight that gives weekly "journal" or blog prompts. Some times I use them, sometimes I don't. But i figure since its the beginning of a whole new year, I figure one goal would be to get back in the habit of writing in my journal. I gave a lesson in church last week and one of the sections was on getting to know yourself and being comfortable being alone. I think one way to do that is to "talk to yourself" via the written word. Asking questions to yourself is one of the best ways to do that- whether its religious questions, what your political stances are, or even how you feel about popcorn. Plus I usually get a chance to sit and think about the ways that I have seen the Lord work in my life. Helps me feel more greatful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well after all that Ill get to my point : I have decided that the very first entry in 2011's journal will be this: &lt;u&gt;"What would you attempt if you knew you would not fail"&lt;/u&gt; I haven't yet decided if i will limit my answers to something intellectually, spiritually, emotionally or physically - or maybe just have a journal writing palooza and hit them all. And while I rarely think I have anything to really contribute to the written word via journal entries, I plan on giving it my best shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy New Year Friends!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hope its a good one full of fun, laughter, friends, family and great sales on shoes *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-218283946107199131?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/218283946107199131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2010/12/few-years-ago-i-got-really-bored-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/218283946107199131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/218283946107199131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2010/12/few-years-ago-i-got-really-bored-with.html' title='Dear Diary ....'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TRyrtwtvhGI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OOhVJuva6jg/s72-c/attempt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-5850234489313632076</id><published>2010-12-20T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T14:16:45.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 202px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552890372158360450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TQ_UX30vi4I/AAAAAAAAAbo/Y62F5KDobPc/s400/IMG00951-20101201-1416.JPG" /&gt;I work for a Dr that drinks Diet coke like an average human inhales oxygen. the same Dr that hangs a black "bahumbug" stocking out side of his office shockingly sets up a Christmas tree every single year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you look very closely you will notice that the ornaments are not little angles, or anything the average person would use... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but instead something a little similar to that found in a trailer park in Alabama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My own special touch was a hidden Diet Dr Pepper (my drink of choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TQ_UXuNL0tI/AAAAAAAAAbg/BFZ8tAMbnI8/s1600/IMG00953-20101201-1417.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 186px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552890369576522450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TQ_UXuNL0tI/AAAAAAAAAbg/BFZ8tAMbnI8/s400/IMG00953-20101201-1417.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TQ_UX38TE7I/AAAAAAAAAbw/XyfCuSfOOoE/s1600/IMG00952-20101201-1417.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 209px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552890372190049202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TQ_UX38TE7I/AAAAAAAAAbw/XyfCuSfOOoE/s400/IMG00952-20101201-1417.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TQ_UXuNL0tI/AAAAAAAAAbg/BFZ8tAMbnI8/s1600/IMG00953-20101201-1417.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;when he finally realized it was up there he smiled and said "how dare you!" - Merry Christmas! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-5850234489313632076?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5850234489313632076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-work-for-dr-that-drinks-diet-coke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/5850234489313632076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/5850234489313632076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-work-for-dr-that-drinks-diet-coke.html' title=''/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TQ_UX30vi4I/AAAAAAAAAbo/Y62F5KDobPc/s72-c/IMG00951-20101201-1416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-7269226302479740862</id><published>2010-12-06T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T13:45:38.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thats What She Said</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TP1Y_RoLynI/AAAAAAAAAbY/UzK6ppg3sFc/s1600/thats-what-she-said-300x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 280px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547688160077269618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TP1Y_RoLynI/AAAAAAAAAbY/UzK6ppg3sFc/s400/thats-what-she-said-300x300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;There are a few phrases that can sneakily added to the end of someones sentence under your breath or to a friend with a "glance". "that's what she said" is one of them. Thanks to the wittiness of Michael Scott from the office, TWSS (that's what she said) has traveled like wild fire through most conversations. especially those in a joking, laughing, giddy or silly mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;That being said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I must emphasise that the middle of church while someone is bearing there soul in a "heart-felt" testimoney IS NOT the time to use it... But thank you Jodie for the best quiet-front-row-in-church-laugh that I have had in such a long time!! Just know that if we were not in the front i would have had to excuse myself to roll on the floor in the hall with the laughter of a fat old man who laughs at his own jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-7269226302479740862?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7269226302479740862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2010/12/thats-what-she-said.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/7269226302479740862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/7269226302479740862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2010/12/thats-what-she-said.html' title='Thats What She Said'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TP1Y_RoLynI/AAAAAAAAAbY/UzK6ppg3sFc/s72-c/thats-what-she-said-300x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-3706136013210435805</id><published>2010-12-03T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T09:36:29.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRINCH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TPkWAsXaqjI/AAAAAAAAAbI/-HA_W3akg-E/s1600/IMG00950-20101201-1416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546488617248664114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TPkWAsXaqjI/AAAAAAAAAbI/-HA_W3akg-E/s400/IMG00950-20101201-1416.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; (Courtisy of on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; of the Drs I work for... every year he puts up this bad boy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Im feeling slightly grinchy... which is ODD since Im a HUGE fan of all things "holiday"... but this year im feeling very "ehh"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;So in all attempts to lift my spirits and roam around the house drinking Apple Cider, singing ♪Silent Night♫ and tossing tinsel on everything, I decided to ELF-MY-SELF... Enjoy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://elfyourself.jibjab.com/view/pXtsVU8eO5n4dGwl"&gt;http://elfyourself.jibjab.com/view/pXtsVU8eO5n4dGwl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-3706136013210435805?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3706136013210435805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2010/12/courtisy-of-on-of-drs-i-work-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/3706136013210435805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/3706136013210435805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2010/12/courtisy-of-on-of-drs-i-work-for.html' title='GRINCH'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TPkWAsXaqjI/AAAAAAAAAbI/-HA_W3akg-E/s72-c/IMG00950-20101201-1416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-7484150922438035253</id><published>2010-12-03T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T14:04:10.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inst-a-Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I ♥ a Good storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TPkUqNd9mFI/AAAAAAAAAbA/-Hk6P5gmhyk/s1600/IMG00922-20101121-1742.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546487131485870162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TPkUqNd9mFI/AAAAAAAAAbA/-Hk6P5gmhyk/s400/IMG00922-20101121-1742.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cccccc;"&gt;No, I really LOVE a good storm. I Love the clouds moving fast. I Love the instant change in tempature. I love the change from bright and sunny, to dark and windy. I love the excitment of not knowing if you will get a great bolt of lightning. I love the sound of thunder. I love the sound of POURING rain even more.(Sometimes Ill go sit in my car so I can hear it better) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I just Love a great storm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-7484150922438035253?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7484150922438035253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2010/12/inst-storm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/7484150922438035253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/7484150922438035253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2010/12/inst-storm.html' title='Inst-a-Storm'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TPkUqNd9mFI/AAAAAAAAAbA/-Hk6P5gmhyk/s72-c/IMG00922-20101121-1742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-5620345418370913747</id><published>2010-11-02T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T13:44:10.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Part2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Well to continue my Halloween adventures...What is halloween without costumes and candy! Isnt it great that we get to dress up as giant crayons, slutty-indians, blood covered zombies, creepy/cute whitches, and any number of silly theamed costumes! AND its the one day a year that we encourage children to take candy from strangers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I usually plan my costume in advance (and by advance I mean, as of today 11/3/10 I have in mind my costume for next year all picked out) So with my roommate, and a few friends in towe, I tackled a few parties, danced a few times, and ate so much candy that any good dentist would shake his head in shame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ryanne: Medusa/Devil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Erin : Raggity-Ann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;SueAnn: Flapper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Jodie: Greek Godess &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;James: Dancing Geisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Jase: Vampire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TNCADbjUdII/AAAAAAAAAa4/bAETKnwsWcM/s1600/madusa5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535064738462200962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TNCADbjUdII/AAAAAAAAAa4/bAETKnwsWcM/s400/madusa5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TNCADcn_ViI/AAAAAAAAAaw/S-btdsVA448/s1600/madusa6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535064738750223906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TNCADcn_ViI/AAAAAAAAAaw/S-btdsVA448/s400/madusa6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TNCADELSuII/AAAAAAAAAao/iNPTrG03mRk/s1600/IMG00766-20101025-2134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535064732187408514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TNCADELSuII/AAAAAAAAAao/iNPTrG03mRk/s400/IMG00766-20101025-2134.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TNCAC_7rx8I/AAAAAAAAAag/XCW8KkfRJVQ/s1600/IMG00765-20101025-2134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535064731048200130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TNCAC_7rx8I/AAAAAAAAAag/XCW8KkfRJVQ/s400/IMG00765-20101025-2134.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TNB_us5k_hI/AAAAAAAAAaY/3azJeauebPQ/s1600/jghkjh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535064382341709330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TNB_us5k_hI/AAAAAAAAAaY/3azJeauebPQ/s400/jghkjh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TNB_uDtwm7I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/sDXFRAi_Jlo/s1600/a%3Bsldkjf%3B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535064371286285234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TNB_uDtwm7I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/sDXFRAi_Jlo/s400/a%3Bsldkjf%3B.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TNB_t0nAGXI/AAAAAAAAAaI/bRE8-4HhZ-0/s1600/madusa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535064367231408498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TNB_t0nAGXI/AAAAAAAAAaI/bRE8-4HhZ-0/s400/madusa1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TNB_tgnLlYI/AAAAAAAAAaA/qV4jaaPS91E/s1600/73663_1656814138771_1189633281_31812159_304621_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535064361863452034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TNB_tgnLlYI/AAAAAAAAAaA/qV4jaaPS91E/s400/73663_1656814138771_1189633281_31812159_304621_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TNB_tcUtcYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/wcA4ok1jXxg/s1600/67407_1656813778762_1189633281_31812157_7739083_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535064360712237442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TNB_tcUtcYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/wcA4ok1jXxg/s400/67407_1656813778762_1189633281_31812157_7739083_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-5620345418370913747?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5620345418370913747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-part2.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/5620345418370913747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/5620345418370913747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-part2.html' title='Halloween Part2'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TNCADbjUdII/AAAAAAAAAa4/bAETKnwsWcM/s72-c/madusa5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-2850097334666098931</id><published>2010-11-02T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T14:19:21.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Part1</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*Cue the Evil Pumpkin Cackle*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ahhhhh-Halloween. I love the holidays, and I LOVE Halloween. Ponder how its one of the most perfect ways to jump start the mash of excitement and traditions, and food, and parties, and get-to-gethers, and the entire list of things that the next few months have in store. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once the school supplies are off the shelves, and bright orange and black, purple and green colors flood the stores, I cant seem to bounce around enough!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One of my friends held a little get together and we sliced, gutted, shanked, and carved out pumpkins until they resembled creepy faces and we all had orange stained fingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Here are the ones I made) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TNB0De6HamI/AAAAAAAAAXw/MwhTcEh-IkE/s1600/pumpkin1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 310px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535051545223588450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TNB0De6HamI/AAAAAAAAAXw/MwhTcEh-IkE/s400/pumpkin1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TNB1CLsUblI/AAAAAAAAAYA/ZJxi44xWQao/s1600/pumpkin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 297px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535052622397206098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TNB1CLsUblI/AAAAAAAAAYA/ZJxi44xWQao/s400/pumpkin2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-2850097334666098931?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2850097334666098931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2010/11/cue-evil-pumpkin-cackle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/2850097334666098931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/2850097334666098931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2010/11/cue-evil-pumpkin-cackle.html' title='Halloween Part1'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TNB0De6HamI/AAAAAAAAAXw/MwhTcEh-IkE/s72-c/pumpkin1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-3581790362121804365</id><published>2010-10-08T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T12:17:06.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retirement Plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This is my Retirement Plan...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TK9mIOAWZ7I/AAAAAAAAAXg/V1Hw54fI_zo/s1600/IMG00646-20100930-0813.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 417px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525747559191439282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TK9mIOAWZ7I/AAAAAAAAAXg/V1Hw54fI_zo/s400/IMG00646-20100930-0813.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I know it looks more like food storage, or delicious fiber bars of yummyness, or just a box- but stick with me and I'll tell you why this is going to triple my IRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;In case you didn't know, I work for a hospital. I work for a group of Dr's. If you have ever worked for a Dr you would know that it takes a "special" kind of person to become one. A Personality that is a little odd and different from the rest of the population and usually requires an AMAZING person to work for them (yes, I mean me) .... but I digress...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;This is the story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To keep from running to the hospital gift shop for a bag of sweetish fish, or gum every time my 2o'clock snack-attack hits, I brought a box of fiber bars to stash in "my" drawer. You know the one. The drawer with a toothbrush, or lotion, or Tylenol or whatever... I added these to my drawer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TK9mIOAWZ7I/AAAAAAAAAXg/V1Hw54fI_zo/s1600/IMG00646-20100930-0813.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;One day one of the Dr's asked if I had anything to munch on since he didn't have time, energy, or desire to run to the cafeteria. I dug out a fiber bar and he ate it raving about its goodness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shortly after that, I started to notice that they were slowly disappearing from there box. (I didn't care, since I like the name brand Fiber One bars and just got these ones one late night at Wal*mart... you can call me snooty if you want) So I bought another box "just in case" I needed one since the first box was empty. Well those ones disappeared too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So I bought another....and another...and another....and another.....(Keep in mind, to this day I have never eaten one) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TK9mIQVA9kI/AAAAAAAAAXo/fbLs7azrRS0/s1600/IMG00647-20100930-0813.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 415px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525747559814985282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TK9mIQVA9kI/AAAAAAAAAXo/fbLs7azrRS0/s400/IMG00647-20100930-0813.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Here is why, and here is the reason I call it my retirement plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Because when the box is empty, in a green cup I keep my spare change in , is deposited $5. (The fiber bars only cost about $1.50)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That my friends is $3.50 I didnt have before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When I retire in the Grand Caymans you are all more than welcome to visit :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TK9mIQVA9kI/AAAAAAAAAXo/fbLs7azrRS0/s1600/IMG00647-20100930-0813.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&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/8434520958618054083-3581790362121804365?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3581790362121804365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2010/10/retirement-plan.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/3581790362121804365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/3581790362121804365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2010/10/retirement-plan.html' title='Retirement Plan'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TK9mIOAWZ7I/AAAAAAAAAXg/V1Hw54fI_zo/s72-c/IMG00646-20100930-0813.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-991053080854801306</id><published>2010-09-17T13:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T14:13:03.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minute To Win It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ever heard of the T.V. show "Minute to Win It"?? Yeah, me neither. Until on late boring night where there was nothing on TV, nothing going on out in the general vicinity of my house, and no one to tell me not to, I clicked thru the "guide" button on my cable for the 6th time in the past 14 min, and gave up landing on "Minute to Win it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The main point of the show? They give you 60 seconds to preform random "challenges" and if you complete them, in a "who wants to be a millionaire" format, you are that much closer to winning a wad of cash. The thing that kept me from clicking "guide" one last time on the remote was the TYPE of challenges that this show gave &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;the contestants! they are SO easy...yet surprisingly difficult. SO whats a girl to do? I conned my roommate [ not the soap rebel] into not only watching this silly game show with me BUT with a few house hold objects and TO much time on our hands we recreated the shows challenges! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TJPPcLkIUOI/AAAAAAAAAXY/9bDd_KWdjpg/s1600/IMG00512-20100825-2057.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517982051506606306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TJPPcLkIUOI/AAAAAAAAAXY/9bDd_KWdjpg/s400/IMG00512-20100825-2057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The challenge: Roll a pencil off the back of your hand, tossing them in the air, and catching them. Add another pencil until you toss and catch all 12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(This was as close as I got - I didn't dare get to close while she tosses sharpened pencils in the air - I think she got all 12)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TJPPbNkOCHI/AAAAAAAAAXI/0KN06HpcuQA/s1600/IMG00499-20100825-2049.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 237px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517982034863982706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TJPPbNkOCHI/AAAAAAAAAXI/0KN06HpcuQA/s400/IMG00499-20100825-2049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The Challenge: Stack a deck of cards on top of a bottle, and using your breath, blow away the cards leaving just one, the joker, on top of the bottle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(Jodie's live action shot! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TJPPbT8szZI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/m4zNmarG5-I/s1600/IMG00508-20100825-2053.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 245px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517982036577275282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TJPPbT8szZI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/m4zNmarG5-I/s400/IMG00508-20100825-2053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The joker that remained on top of the bottle after i had blown away the rest of the cards! This wasn't even posed! I actually did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TJPPa0ruO1I/AAAAAAAAAXA/Ric_NATLjZI/s1600/IMG00495-20100825-2013.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517982028184566610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TJPPa0ruO1I/AAAAAAAAAXA/Ric_NATLjZI/s400/IMG00495-20100825-2013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The Challenge: Using only Chop-sticks, stack 4 tubes of chap-stick , end to end &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(Not nearly as easy as it looks- but It was done :) In LESS than 60 seconds no less!! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TJPPaWw-0gI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Po-12uoB2eg/s1600/IMG00490-20100825-2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 242px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517982020153561602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TJPPaWw-0gI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Po-12uoB2eg/s400/IMG00490-20100825-2005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The Challenge: with a plate on top of your head, stack 4 blocks (we only had dominoes) on top of each other to make a tower. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;... well 4 was just TO easy... so i got up to 15 before they toppled over and crashed .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;This is what happens late at night in our home... try not to be scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-991053080854801306?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/991053080854801306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2010/09/minute-to-win-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/991053080854801306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/991053080854801306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2010/09/minute-to-win-it.html' title='Minute To Win It'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TJPPcLkIUOI/AAAAAAAAAXY/9bDd_KWdjpg/s72-c/IMG00512-20100825-2057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-2053326712965512373</id><published>2010-08-27T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T13:48:55.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Soap Expariment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I have a roommate.(I actually have a few, but this is about a specific one) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;She labels EVERYTHING she owns with her name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;In an attempt to DE-clutter the Kitchen I put all the soap's and scrubbers under the sink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My other roommates would wash dishes, and put the scrubber thingy back under the sink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;One of my roommates did not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm O.C.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So when I would notice the counter clutter in the shape of soap and sponge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; I put it under the sink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And then I did it again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510183304003610610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/THgahVJsZ_I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/86tjmAhZlUM/s400/saop1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The soap and sponge found their way to the windowsill after about a week of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(As I'm typing this I feel like I need to explain my psychosis- Its an ugly eye sore when you have 3 different bottles of soap, 6 washcloths, 2 sponges and any other random amount and assortment of dish-washing tools. PLUS the water puddles around the objects and sits there... and really, is there anything wrong with wanting clean counters, and a clean kitchen, and a house that doesn't smell like a mix of mold, and rot?? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So what do you think I did?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;yep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I put it under the sink&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510183309695805106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/THgahqW0ZrI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Ii2tEeivHkw/s400/soap2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;What can I say... I'm neurotic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My other much cooler and pretty awesome roommate Jodie feels my pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510183319347769042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/THgaiOUBrtI/AAAAAAAAAWg/c5tnuwF1mZ8/s400/soap3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;She just expresses her "pain" in a different way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;One night the idea of an experiment was born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;How long would it take the soap, once put away to make its way back into the windowsill?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510183323069467650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/THgaicLWTAI/AAAAAAAAAWo/QHjNz_KdSEw/s400/IMG00485-20100825-1820.jpg" /&gt; 7 hours later... It's back in the windowsill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(Keep in mind it was while all of us were asleep)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;That's one sneeeeky bottle of soap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-2053326712965512373?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2053326712965512373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2010/08/great-soap-expariment.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/2053326712965512373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/2053326712965512373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2010/08/great-soap-expariment.html' title='The Great Soap Expariment'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/THgahVJsZ_I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/86tjmAhZlUM/s72-c/saop1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-6199647620562670212</id><published>2010-08-09T12:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T12:52:18.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TGBZZut4KnI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Px7rB9zAYHQ/s1600/yoda.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 251px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503497043218803314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TGBZZut4KnI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Px7rB9zAYHQ/s400/yoda.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I have a few pet-peeves in the world. One of them being when people dress up animals to look like little people, little cops, Eskimos, soccer players, punk princess, Paris Hilton, Harry Potter, a ninja... well you get my point. (My moms poor Chihuahua goes thru the torture of having its own little wardrobe of stylish mini-outfits) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;HOWEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;THIS is one of the funniest things i have ever seen any animal dressed up in!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;And one of the only outfits that didn't make me roll my eyes and have to force myself from making rude comments. Especially since its mixing dressed up animals, dogs, and star wars! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I don't think i would have a problem if all animals dressed as Yoda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-6199647620562670212?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6199647620562670212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-have-few-pet-peeves-in-world.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/6199647620562670212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/6199647620562670212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-have-few-pet-peeves-in-world.html' title=''/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TGBZZut4KnI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Px7rB9zAYHQ/s72-c/yoda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-1800914991333461050</id><published>2010-07-29T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T07:26:14.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Awesome Things!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;This past week has sucked- and I mean that with every fiber of my being. And when things suck (and usually when they dont) I still like to find a "silver linning"- a look on the brighter side of things. There is a websight I ocasionally visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.1000awesomethings.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;http://www.1000awesomethings.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; where every day (Lets just guess for 1,000 days give or take a few) they post something "awesome". So since this week i have really ahd to struggle to find my silver-linnings, I thought I would share 10 of the awesome things keeping me going this week.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TFG-P7aVtjI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CuJwxH7etzc/s1600/shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 169px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499385800851568178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TFG-P7aVtjI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CuJwxH7etzc/s400/shoes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Heals that click when you walk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider myself kind of a girly-girl. And so one of the joys in my life is getting to own and wear heals,wedges,espidrils, and any number of other shoes...i prefer ones that click. i dont think anyone gets as much joy and happiness as I do than the sound of walking down a hard surfaced floor and hearing my bright shinny wedges clicking with every single step. I have this exact shoe.. and it clicks ... and it makes me happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TFHBPWok2tI/AAAAAAAAAVA/09Rgyo3B3_A/s1600/picnic_41.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 202px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 139px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499389089514052306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TFHBPWok2tI/AAAAAAAAAVA/09Rgyo3B3_A/s400/picnic_41.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;#2 Lunch Dates-With the Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I conside lunch with the girls one of the best ways to spend an hour during the hours of 9-5... Im lucky to work early enough that I get breakfast with them too. But going out with 4 girls, waling up the sidewalk of some resturaunt (all in clicky healed shoes) is something that can always bring a smile to my face- and a feeling of "we can take over the WORLD". That and sitting around giggling and telling stories like some Olive Garden commercial isnt to shabby either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TFHBPWok2tI/AAAAAAAAAVA/09Rgyo3B3_A/s1600/picnic_41.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TFHRYmK7i9I/AAAAAAAAAVI/fMVkZvPtF0s/s1600/pen.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 131px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499406840489544658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TFHRYmK7i9I/AAAAAAAAAVI/fMVkZvPtF0s/s400/pen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#3 Pens that write perfect, and make your hand writing look good&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; I think that digging thru a cup of 10-15 pens that dont work is a huge pain. So I stock mine with these. Sharpie fine tipped pens. Now, unless they want to pay me for advertizing ( totally not oposed to that) Ill totally make a post it/sharpie type commercial for them bragging and raving about how amazing it is to use it, it doesnt bleed thru anything, AND it makes my handwriting look sleek weither im writing in a hurry or not-but it makes me happy to know i dont have to hunt and click thru 3 pens to find one that I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TFHXifDrLEI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/XpZ_hNlq1D8/s1600/blackberry-8800-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 81px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 119px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499413607448521794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TFHXifDrLEI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/XpZ_hNlq1D8/s400/blackberry-8800-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#4 A text from a friend that makes you smile-and "LOL"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When that "ping" sound comes from my little black phone sitting on my desk and for a split second I think(In a angry flustered voice) "For all that is holy and pure in the world!" ... only to pick it up, see a messege from a friend ( iuse my phone for work too, so often i get texts from Drs and others) with something funny and silly and all i can do is smile and tilt my head back and let out a little laugh. (hence the LOL) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TFHcRkmWwiI/AAAAAAAAAVY/h2Q6B0KrexU/s1600/Nose(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 97px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 94px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499418814436524578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TFHcRkmWwiI/AAAAAAAAAVY/h2Q6B0KrexU/s400/Nose(3).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;#5 &lt;strong&gt;When you walk into a good smelling room.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;My office, and my house are the two places I seem to be the most latley-ever notice how sometimes when you get used to a smell you cant really smell it anymore? well... I think its so awesome to walk into a room when you forget that you changed the smell and it hits you and *bam* happiness in one sniff &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TFHepa_Vb5I/AAAAAAAAAVg/l0_HUVuN1lk/s1600/kidwradio460.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 145px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 95px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499421423197056914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TFHepa_Vb5I/AAAAAAAAAVg/l0_HUVuN1lk/s400/kidwradio460.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;#6 when a great song you have been waiting for finally gets played&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(that is until they play it so much you shed a tear every time you hear it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;BUT until then, just know im turning my speeker up and singing along to every word like its ♪867-5309♫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TFHkkKYvG3I/AAAAAAAAAVo/o-mvepOVCjY/s1600/simpsons_doctor-798476.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 90px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 117px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499427929910614898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TFHkkKYvG3I/AAAAAAAAAVo/o-mvepOVCjY/s400/simpsons_doctor-798476.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#7 Free Healthcare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;For those that dont know (which you should If you are snooping around my blog) I work very closley for a group of Drs that specialize in Hospitalists care. Meaning I have 9 Drs at my instant disposal. If i cough funny, or twitch or even say I have a headache there are 9 people at the ready to check my pulse, make sure my skin isnt clamy and write out any number of prescriptions. I should cancel my insurence...since i never have to "see" a Doctor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TFHmTQEijhI/AAAAAAAAAVw/nspB0dda5eQ/s1600/rainbow-daisy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 97px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499429838401998354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TFHmTQEijhI/AAAAAAAAAVw/nspB0dda5eQ/s400/rainbow-daisy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#8 Color Copies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ohh yes. You read it correctly- I said COLOR COPIES- The extent and extreem lengths not to meantion the many recorses that I will go to just to get a color copy (even if its just one blue line on an entire sheet of paper in black and white) is comical. Or at least im sure it is if someone were to watch what I would do for one simple splash of color on a sheet of 8 1/2 X11 paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TFHnj1LO_SI/AAAAAAAAAV4/3cz28qD3Luw/s1600/ks102233.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 182px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 101px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499431222751722786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TFHnj1LO_SI/AAAAAAAAAV4/3cz28qD3Luw/s400/ks102233.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;#9 When the A.C. gets colder faster than you thought it would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Here in St.G its a huge perk! In fact its almost necessary for life to continue. But its always a breath of fresh air (get it?? :) ) And its an added bonus when it gets so cold you have to take it off "blast thru metal" warp speed air pressure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TFLc5ji3YZI/AAAAAAAAAWA/XzRoownnKDk/s1600/wind.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 242px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 184px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499700976324927890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TFLc5ji3YZI/AAAAAAAAAWA/XzRoownnKDk/s400/wind.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;#10 Wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I went for a walk last night around my neighborhood...StG ususally isnt that windy let alone breezy, but as I roamed around I could feel the air blow the hair out of my face and brush across my arms (this is starting to sound like some korny romance novel) ...BUT the wind was wonderful! It makes me happy- It lets you know you are outside, and it "freshens" the air around you that your breathing- and all in all just a great feeling. I know im not explaining this to its full enjoyability- but next time there is a breeze- go stand outside and mimick this picture-toss your hands up, push your face out, and just enjoy the feeling of wind as a smile creeps onto your face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-1800914991333461050?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1800914991333461050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2010/07/10-awesome-things.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/1800914991333461050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/1800914991333461050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2010/07/10-awesome-things.html' title='10 Awesome Things!'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TFG-P7aVtjI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CuJwxH7etzc/s72-c/shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-5605933336597272719</id><published>2010-07-12T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T14:42:00.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obituary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It is with deepest sorrow and regret that I need to inform you of the death of one of my own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Jack Octavius Lantern &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(A.K.A: Jack'O'Lantern)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493136564902518098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TDuKmhW5XVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/oWKmxlmE7X8/s400/pumpkin.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Born March 27th around 2:00pm At the Lowe's off River Road in St George, Little jack was the adoptive pumpkin of Ryanne and Jeremy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;On July 5th, Jack was found dead in his home, at the age of 4.3 months(roughly mid forty pumpkin years) His death wasn't a complete shock, since Jack had a very long and brave fight with sun stroke ( apparently "natural" but were still waiting on the medical examiners final report)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Jack was pretty quiet, but was well educated having been read to, talked to, loved to dance when it was windy outside, and one of his favorite pass times was listening to the local musical talent of Ryanne as she sang to him (it was suppose to make him grow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Jack'O'Lantern loved tricks, and could often be spotted growing towards the West one day, then magically switch 180 degrees and grow to the East...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;LIKE MAGIC! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Jack is survived in death by his mother Ryanne, his Uncle Jeremy, His close friends and neighbors, Roma and Rizzo Tomato, as well as Frank and Abner Greenpepper (They lived in a very alternative and liberal section of the back yard) As well as his Cat (ill assume black) that although has never met the family, would often visit and leave "gifts" for Jack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Jack was preceded in death by his sister, Patricia. Unfortunately Patricia died of the same debilitating sun disease, along with loneliness since Jeremy was absent for most of her life. "Daddy's little Pun'kn" is how her tombstone reads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A small-almost-nonexistent service will be held October 31st, once the extended family is available. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cupcakes will be served-They were Jacks favorite, having started life in a cup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TDuKINUBUBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/i0B04N-tjeY/s1600/IMG00001-20100409-1608.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493136560938436050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TDuKmSlyRdI/AAAAAAAAAUo/lHI8nZZ3Ne8/s400/IMG00001-20100409-1608.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Had Jack O Lantern lived to his ripe age, he would have lit up our lives...and front porch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-5605933336597272719?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5605933336597272719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2010/07/obituary.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/5605933336597272719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/5605933336597272719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2010/07/obituary.html' title='Obituary'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TDuKmhW5XVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/oWKmxlmE7X8/s72-c/pumpkin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-2809318799587257643</id><published>2010-07-07T12:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T14:25:35.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TDTeb81tPcI/AAAAAAAAAUA/UqUhhz85tHo/s1600/edward.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491258417440701890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TDTeb81tPcI/AAAAAAAAAUA/UqUhhz85tHo/s400/edward.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; This past week I gave into peer pressure... not what your imagining where one day after school a bunch of the "cool" kids taunt and tease me into wandering behind the gym at recess. But the kind where a cheery and giggly-girl-sounding-text of "but were ALL going!" appears in my in-box. And lets just be honest here, who am I to be left out of even the smallest of extracurricular activities?? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So Monday afternoon I find myself pulling into the movie theater where I meet my friends for a 124min's of half naked Indian/werewolf's, and albino/vampires. I was pleasantly surprised when I laughed a few times (usually out of pure mockery) and even left thinking,"not as horribly painful as I thought" ( but Shhh don't tell anyone) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I just sit back and smile when a friend mentioned, If you think about it, people throw a fit when a girl dates someone much older than she is, but tack on 150 years, roll him in glitter, and give him a severe blood sucking disorder and it becomes a romantic phonominon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-2809318799587257643?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2809318799587257643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-past-week-i-gave-into-peer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/2809318799587257643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/2809318799587257643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-past-week-i-gave-into-peer.html' title=''/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TDTeb81tPcI/AAAAAAAAAUA/UqUhhz85tHo/s72-c/edward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-5491427285385093284</id><published>2010-06-23T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T10:51:45.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Allergic to Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;For those of you that know me... you know that Im allergic to Kids. But I have found one that doesnt make my skin breakout into a rash, or boils pop-up and even one that doesnt make my eyes swell shut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I got the chance to see this little girl a few days ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TCJF3iQH2oI/AAAAAAAAATQ/YwLqqn0Lk_0/s1600/meNmaddy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486024116480236162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TCJF3iQH2oI/AAAAAAAAATQ/YwLqqn0Lk_0/s200/meNmaddy3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; This is Her-I haven know her most of her life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;( and even changed her DIPERS...thats♥)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TCJF3Po-QWI/AAAAAAAAATI/PVm6XK8YhBI/s1600/meNmaddy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486024111484191074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TCJF3Po-QWI/AAAAAAAAATI/PVm6XK8YhBI/s200/meNmaddy2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; She is adorible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TCJF2y8O8tI/AAAAAAAAATA/rUJ_52IRY1k/s1600/meNmaddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486024103780348626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TCJF2y8O8tI/AAAAAAAAATA/rUJ_52IRY1k/s200/meNmaddy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&amp;amp; funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TCJF2XzFebI/AAAAAAAAAS4/yesm8AF2ll8/s1600/meNmaddy4.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486024096494221746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TCJF2XzFebI/AAAAAAAAAS4/yesm8AF2ll8/s200/meNmaddy4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&amp;amp; I love her more than red-soled shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;( thats alot of love given to someone so little, and who requires a car seat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Im glad that her mom is one of my mostest-dearest-greatest-bestest friends so this little ball of kid can be in my life (And im glad for strong antibiotics that make me imune to her allergic-ness)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&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/8434520958618054083-5491427285385093284?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5491427285385093284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-allergic-to-kids.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/5491427285385093284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/5491427285385093284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-allergic-to-kids.html' title='Im Allergic to Kids'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/TCJF3iQH2oI/AAAAAAAAATQ/YwLqqn0Lk_0/s72-c/meNmaddy3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-5786218213711370355</id><published>2010-05-05T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T13:59:15.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week-End Worrior</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Once upon a time there was a girl that found herself roaming thru D.I. late one cold December night. This girl was weaving between polygamist couples, buying a new washing machine for their 4th unfinished house, and dodging between Mexican-cowboys looking at a “new” lawn mower when BAM out of nowhere there it was! A weekend project staring her DEAD in the face! Right there in the midst of floral print couches, and old pots and pans was a hideous white Parisian dresser. Gold leaf. Gold twisted metal drawer handles. “Vintage” white paint.  (At this point she was so excite she didn’t even THINK about the un-godly room this might have come out of)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S-Hae4xf53I/AAAAAAAAASo/vTKgyACpX0M/s1600/dresser6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467891646775420786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S-Hae4xf53I/AAAAAAAAASo/vTKgyACpX0M/s320/dresser6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt; Upon tossing out a few bucks for this little gem, and a sweet little truck ride to her moms garage the dresser was hers!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467891618931213202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S-HadRC7A5I/AAAAAAAAASQ/W0modeOY1xQ/s320/dresser1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Just as things are out of sight out of mind often do, it sat lonely and cold in her moms garage (to the total dismay of her husband) for about 3 months. Comments like “Ohh I really need to do that!” and “I think ill work on it THIS week!” were spoken in vain.....UNTILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467891628962503874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S-Had2akXMI/AAAAAAAAASY/VW6ulAL_uKg/s320/dresser5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The happy Saturday when the girl appeared in the chilly space on cold February day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sanding the old white paint off. Destroying the gold leaf. Leaving it naked and cold...BUT not for long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S-HaeeUhFKI/AAAAAAAAASg/F7ketWsCm9c/s1600/dresser8.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467891639674541218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S-HaeeUhFKI/AAAAAAAAASg/F7ketWsCm9c/s320/dresser8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt; It would soon be blasted with a crisp layer of black classic paint, And blessed with shinny new handles to fill the void left by gold twirrled handles of all uglyness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467891650252027058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S-HafFuYtLI/AAAAAAAAASw/f5lDzuQNv6U/s320/dresser9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;(A great way to spend a few weekends and fill a empty wall in my house... and having extra drawers so i cna get ride of my rubbermaid-contaner-"drawers" isnt to shaby either)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-5786218213711370355?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5786218213711370355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2010/05/week-end-worrior.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/5786218213711370355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/5786218213711370355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2010/05/week-end-worrior.html' title='Week-End Worrior'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S-Hae4xf53I/AAAAAAAAASo/vTKgyACpX0M/s72-c/dresser6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-2683591985046551131</id><published>2010-03-03T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T21:03:59.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caribbean Cruise 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;South Beach, Miami:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I Think this picture starts my caribbean vacation off perfectly! clear/blue water, wind in my hair ,big classic RYANNE smile, flip flops( tan legs) etc...And its just one of over 1000 pictures taken in one week between 4 friends on a boat (75% of us with the name "ann") Leane, SueAnn, Ryanne... and your prise for hanging out WITH the "Ann's"- Nichole!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S46cjVIBYUI/AAAAAAAAARI/xJF17xH6dhQ/s1600-h/miami.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444461130317652290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S46cjVIBYUI/AAAAAAAAARI/xJF17xH6dhQ/s400/miami.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S46XMhwVTdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/GuNEpAAUxww/s1600-h/miami1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444455241012825554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S46XMhwVTdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/GuNEpAAUxww/s400/miami1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Im Pretty sure at this point in my life those of you that know me, know that I live by a motto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I will try everything once- Twice if i like it"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;That being said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;There was a man with a snake at Miami's South beach and this particular photo op could and woulnd NOT be missed-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;♪ Welcome to Miami♪ ( one of many songs and catch phrases used for 11 days with my friends)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Port Of Miami:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S46cUIHjajI/AAAAAAAAARA/BFmSIbTVniw/s1600-h/carnival.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444460869127989810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 348px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S46cUIHjajI/AAAAAAAAARA/BFmSIbTVniw/s400/carnival.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S46xie1A-4I/AAAAAAAAARw/yzQ_xI6HfI4/s1600-h/cozemel.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SueAnn,Ryanne,Nichole,and Leane...smiling thru picture after picture after 2 late-late giggling girls nights, jet lag, passport checks, "im on a boat" quotes, and ready to be in the sun and on a beach!..but at least were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♪ ON A BOAT- Short'ey♪&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S4603CxX99I/AAAAAAAAASA/KBTV4wuaKxQ/s1600-h/boat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444487857267275730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S4603CxX99I/AAAAAAAAASA/KBTV4wuaKxQ/s400/boat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Cozemel, Mexico:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S46jmouYhLI/AAAAAAAAARQ/5AHy9TiEkak/s1600-h/cozemel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444468883699827890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S46jmouYhLI/AAAAAAAAARQ/5AHy9TiEkak/s400/cozemel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S46cThCovHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/3UuQpBjRQRI/s1600-h/cosemel2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444460858638384242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S46cThCovHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/3UuQpBjRQRI/s400/cosemel2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Beach side-Dr Pepper in hand-Sunshine-Ocean( did i meantion BEACH SIDE??) Just the 4 of us on the sandy shore of Cozemel, Mexico with Scubba gear...to Snumba "In-and-under-d'e-water"as out instructor kept saying 1,000times better that snokaling EVER was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Altun'Ah, Belize:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S46XK70PV9I/AAAAAAAAAQA/HbOMMOuN7Ho/s1600-h/beliz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444455213648795602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S46XK70PV9I/AAAAAAAAAQA/HbOMMOuN7Ho/s400/beliz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S46znoELHwI/AAAAAAAAAR4/V68TYipNA0s/s1600-h/beliz2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444486492888702722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S46znoELHwI/AAAAAAAAAR4/V68TYipNA0s/s400/beliz2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;After dealing with sea-sickness, rain, and hunting down a tour guide(Officer-Steve[used to be a cop] and dealing with time issues) We made it to a Altun'Ah Myan Ruins in Belize! 2 huge cortyards full of old sacraficail templs, rainforests, what was once a swimming pool, houses and sacrificail virgin alters, this hidden still unearthed city (pictures: Me at the very top of the tallest temple,on the very edge with one cortyard and 3 temples behind me. Picture2: Nichole,Leane,Ryanne,SueAnn standing in front of the first main temple ruin)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dont look to close, were sopping wet from humidity, being in a rain forest, and Officer Steves mini van&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Rotan, Honduras: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S46sLrKARTI/AAAAAAAAARg/2LWkLZz5rXs/s1600-h/honduras1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444478316100732210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S46sLrKARTI/AAAAAAAAARg/2LWkLZz5rXs/s400/honduras1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S46WjeDYddI/AAAAAAAAAPw/MlKQOWxkqJI/s1600-h/honduras2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444454535644345810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S46WjeDYddI/AAAAAAAAAPw/MlKQOWxkqJI/s400/honduras2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Honduras was a BLAST! haggaling for the best deal in ziplining that involved a little broken down toyota packed full of people, and unsafly driven to the top of a rainforest mountain with a BEAUTIFUL view of the rain-forest canopy for what the sign said "Extreem Zipline" ( you should have expected nothing less from me...nor should you assume I just sat there gliding thru the rainforest - nope, i was all about the zip-line acrobatics!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt; The picture is me, hanging upside down with my head towards the tree-tops(the best way to see the jungle) and my feet straight in the air! (or as you can see in the picture, behind my head) All of it worth the toyota-ride-of-death! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hell, Grand Cayman:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S46ukOxfVNI/AAAAAAAAARo/tVcWR-e-9uU/s1600-h/crandcayman1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444480937001702610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S46ukOxfVNI/AAAAAAAAARo/tVcWR-e-9uU/s400/crandcayman1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S46WiuzHA5I/AAAAAAAAAPg/Qn0IzcejtBk/s1600-h/crandcayman2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444454522959627154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 356px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S46WiuzHA5I/AAAAAAAAAPg/Qn0IzcejtBk/s400/crandcayman2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;In an entire island of white sand beaches, and blue water there is a patch of black,sharp,menacing looking volcanic rock in a town called "Hell" (knowing this only followed comments like "id rather be in Hell" or "go to hell" or " id rather be in Hell, than at work in hell" etc...) so here i am in Hell, posing with the Devil-one day we knew it would happen :) SueAnn and i soaking up the sun on 7-mile beach in the Grand Caymans-koolaid looking waterm soft white sand-all that was missing was a hammock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Back In South Beach,Miami:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S46WiMQhGOI/AAAAAAAAAPY/n_QpS6iFM_0/s1600-h/miami2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444454513687730402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S46WiMQhGOI/AAAAAAAAAPY/n_QpS6iFM_0/s400/miami2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Last day of my vacation- shopping in down town Miami...and we stumbled across a midget phone!!! I was just wondering why we were the only ones who didnt look surprised by a 3 foot tall phone booth- ya just dont get that here in Utah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;( PSSST: this wasnt even HALF of the pictures,HALF of the stories,or HALF of the adventures...wish i could share them all)&lt;br /&gt;Its seriously time to consider another vacation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-2683591985046551131?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2683591985046551131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2010/03/caribbean-cruise-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/2683591985046551131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/2683591985046551131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2010/03/caribbean-cruise-2010.html' title='Caribbean Cruise 2010'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S46cjVIBYUI/AAAAAAAAARI/xJF17xH6dhQ/s72-c/miami.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-6257465501263829507</id><published>2010-01-12T22:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T00:25:28.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got a new job!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S07RKHLaLkI/AAAAAAAAAOI/cgJ4Q-vVAzQ/s200/stg-7.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426504572683824706" /&gt;At the hospital I work at I have some days that fly by like the "blur" of a doc running out of the office bolting towards the I.C.U. off to save someones life...OR... It can drag by so slow where watching the grass grow could cause my heart to shift into an arithmic heart mur-mur that a diphibulator would need to be involved to place my life back in order&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;BU&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;T then i remember that my phone has a camera...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;and within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; arms reach of me is an obscene amount of markers, highlighters, and sharpie-pens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S06Fu4zbTEI/AAAAAAAAANY/oXTvnCOf_-U/s200/stg-6.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426421641596587074" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'m sure that when this creative cup was being drawn on i was thinking that rather than being stuck in an office I'd much rather be laying in the warm St G&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;eorge sun...with a little yellow bird standing on me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;( I'm almost positive thats what was going thru my&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; mind...if you know me you will know this to be true...and if you don't know me, don't you think its a little creepy your reading this?)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S01pdc_P4CI/AAAAAAAAANA/lkhlF-cI-TM/s1600-h/stg-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S01pdc_P4CI/AAAAAAAAANA/lkhlF-cI-TM/s200/stg-5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426109080769912866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;One of the Doctors that I work for ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;s an addiction. He drinks Diet Coke like everyone else breaths- Often time going thru 12 or more cans A DAY!!! ( He reminds me of a cute little squrle bouncing around with twitchy eyes looking for a acorn) If i had lung issues i wouldn't want any one else but him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So thinking one day he will spontaneously cumbust INTO a can of coke...I made him "Dr Coke"... he sits on my Doctors desk (until he runs out and this is the only coke left in the whole hospital)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S01pdFubzrI/AAAAAAAAAM4/E3mlSyRwRkw/s1600-h/stg-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S01pdFubzrI/AAAAAAAAAM4/E3mlSyRwRkw/s200/stg-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426109074525376178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ill assume that around Halloween, i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; was cramming my mind for some witty and creative cos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;tume to wear...when I figured "babe-Ruth" needed a little some'thang-some'thang too...i mean, who doesn't love a great pair of red panties??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Its a bird...Its a plane...Its a chocolate bar with a cape! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S01pcmivG2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/gPPHyD3xzhQ/s1600-h/stg-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S01pcmivG2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/gPPHyD3xzhQ/s200/stg-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426109066154810210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Early one morning, the medical assistant that works in my office said i needed to check out MSN.com where there was a video-clip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; was about a guy that completely covers his room in post-its..they dance and move like claymation clips. A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;aaaaand it was pretty impressive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I was inspired...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;and i had a mass supply of post its&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S01pb7EbRoI/AAAAAAAAAMg/MIhso_HJmKU/s1600-h/stg-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S01pb7EbRoI/AAAAAAAAAMg/MIhso_HJmKU/s200/stg-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426109054484956802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;While going thru my pictures of "work" stuff...this picture surfaced. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;There actually IS an explanation...really...I promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The short version...my hair was the same color as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; her scrub pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I PROMISE (and I♥ her nonchalant expression...yes, she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;knows i'm there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S07ReO2Dm9I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/5UmtpoK6ayo/s200/letterC.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426504918339132370" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They used my "raise" that I imagine I deserved to replace the signs i nthe entire hospital...&lt;br /&gt;Directly across from my office is the I.C.U. of the hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;It was only right that they give me what my money went towards...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;"C" ( the C from ICU...get it??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;I Deserved it (and its a perfect example as to why cameras shouldn't be taken to work with you...just know this is one of MANY pictures)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;*Lots of things ill miss as I leave my job for a new one ( like all the amazing down time! not to mention "arts &amp;amp; crafts")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;*And lots of things i wont think twice about ( you know who and what you are)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;*Bigger and Better things are headed my way!!! ( like a pay check)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Plus... does it count that i'm just moving across the hall??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;But from across the hall i will no longer receive BAGS upon BAGS for Swedish fish from drug reps when they come to schmooze the docs, or heart shaped pancakes for breakfast from the lesbian cafeteria workers(okay so they will still probably do that for me) And i know i will definitely miss 3 o'clock snack time... But I'm still only across the hall ... RIGHT??? Right :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S07QARl-uwI/AAAAAAAAAN4/pQOqheVzd6k/s200/IMG00643-20091112-1447.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426503304169306882" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S07P_aHV1eI/AAAAAAAAANw/8HzzVvDKm44/s200/IMG00465-20091016-0915.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426503289276847586" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S07QBMH84HI/AAAAAAAAAOA/ZCe1GWkjRfY/s200/thanksGreg%231.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426503319881048178" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-6257465501263829507?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6257465501263829507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-got-new-job.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/6257465501263829507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/6257465501263829507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-got-new-job.html' title='I got a new job!'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/S07RKHLaLkI/AAAAAAAAAOI/cgJ4Q-vVAzQ/s72-c/stg-7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-5708616842005646181</id><published>2009-12-13T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T12:42:53.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bliss in the form of a cup...and cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CUPCAKES!!!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mmmmm&lt;/span&gt; how can you say no to a little cup filled with yummy sweet spongy goodness with fluffy frosting?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; even try, because you wont be able to. As soon as the thought "I better not" floats into your mind, the scream "EAT A CUPCAKE NOW!!" will push out all doubt. Just eat one...its little...and portioned...and its CAKE in a CUP- okay, now that that horse has been kicked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Around thanksgiving I participated in a "swap" with this crafty-fun website(that i send my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;inchies&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;) called "Swap-Bot"- the package theme was "the 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sences&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt;" to help rev-up for the holiday season- in this AMAZING &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;packeage&lt;/span&gt; from my swap-partner, i found these!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SyVyOdxb8uI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/daoexsIPZhA/s1600-h/cupcake9.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414859719818605282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SyVyOdxb8uI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/daoexsIPZhA/s200/cupcake9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Possibly the CUTEST and most festive looking cup-cake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;linners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SyVyhOLulxI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ZrFTfk-GayQ/s1600-h/cupcake10.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414860042051426066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SyVyhOLulxI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ZrFTfk-GayQ/s200/cupcake10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;( possibly one of my most favorite things-they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; add so much more"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pizzaz&lt;/span&gt;" to a simple and perfect food) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Since the cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;linners&lt;/span&gt; were red-and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; screams "red-velvet" to me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; what i decided the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;linners&lt;/span&gt; needed...a little red velvet love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414859699800843698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SyVyNTM1JbI/AAAAAAAAAMA/tzNcoAahJc4/s200/cupcake8.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( i know it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;shouldnt&lt;/span&gt;, but it always shocks me at just how RED it really is)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Mmmmmm&lt;/span&gt; cream cheese frosting...these cup cakes kept &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;beggin&lt;/span&gt; and pleading for just a little frosting and of course i aim to please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SyVyMnbEMMI/AAAAAAAAALw/96-iFQw2AlI/s1600-h/cupcake6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414859688049389762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SyVyMnbEMMI/AAAAAAAAALw/96-iFQw2AlI/s200/cupcake6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And whats a cupcake with out a few little sprinkles?? ( its like going out to a party with out a necklace, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;earings&lt;/span&gt;, or mascara...it just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;shouldnt&lt;/span&gt; happen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SyVxwyxCp4I/AAAAAAAAALo/9f_enf4p2Ys/s1600-h/cupcake5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414859210058016642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SyVxwyxCp4I/AAAAAAAAALo/9f_enf4p2Ys/s200/cupcake5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;cumbbled&lt;/span&gt; up red velvet as a sprinkle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SyVxwY7qbxI/AAAAAAAAALg/qq0b6Mp2-GA/s1600-h/cupcake4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414859203123244818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SyVxwY7qbxI/AAAAAAAAALg/qq0b6Mp2-GA/s200/cupcake4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(chopped up pecans)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SyVxwDcfKLI/AAAAAAAAALY/wof5vALaC3k/s1600-h/cupcake3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414859197355337906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SyVxwDcfKLI/AAAAAAAAALY/wof5vALaC3k/s200/cupcake3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt; Some with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;acceossories&lt;/span&gt; ( I mean, "sprinkles")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And some with out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SyVxvnC9wHI/AAAAAAAAALQ/xpAghyIMlZM/s1600-h/cupcake1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414859189732098162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SyVxvnC9wHI/AAAAAAAAALQ/xpAghyIMlZM/s200/cupcake1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt; YUM! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Belive&lt;/span&gt; me when i tell you that this tasted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;INCREDABLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The last picture of these yummy-pretty wrapped-amazing cupcakes of bliss...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;befor&lt;/span&gt; every single last one was eaten ( you knew who had eaten them because the guilty person had red fingers, tongue, and a smile )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-5708616842005646181?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5708616842005646181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2009/12/bliss-in-form-of-cupand-cake.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/5708616842005646181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/5708616842005646181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2009/12/bliss-in-form-of-cupand-cake.html' title='Bliss in the form of a cup...and cake'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SyVyOdxb8uI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/daoexsIPZhA/s72-c/cupcake9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-6655764607608701500</id><published>2009-12-05T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T16:04:22.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ThanksGiving-the day gluttony becomes a patriotic duty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/Sxs-GAZNwcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/QSeoyqhe7xE/s1600-h/thanksgiving5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411987650121679298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/Sxs-GAZNwcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/QSeoyqhe7xE/s200/thanksgiving5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahhhh what could ever really be wrong with eating untill you have to :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1:Un-do your belt, button, and zipper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2: Consume as many calories in one day than you do in any given week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3: Eat so much that your stomach expands to the point of cutting off your diafram making it next to impossible to breath correctly.&lt;br /&gt;Either you experienced ,two, or all of thee above( like i did) Take heart in knowing that every one else probubly did too :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever since Ryanne's very first thanksgiving ( and years befor) my mom has had this putrid 70'sish orange table-cloth ( its really a re-converted bed sheet...but anyways)that she lays out with a black sharpie marker ( lets hope its been placed far from the "kiddie-tabel"). Every person that has eaten Thanksgiving with my family has writen something, signed, drew, traced and all in all tag-ed-there-mark on this family tradition. I found many years of "Ryanne was here" type graffiti...but ialso found this one-&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/Sxs-FmZ-u8I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/5aPvJhGiJ-8/s1600-h/thanksgiving3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411987643145567170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/Sxs-FmZ-u8I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/5aPvJhGiJ-8/s200/thanksgiving3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thru this year, with all the things i have to whine about, be thankful for, cry over,laugh thru, and the things still left floating around that i can scratch my head over, the silver linnings i have had to find, the friends and family i have found, and lost...in the end Thanksgiving had some very important things...Olives and deviled eggs ( You thought i was going to get mushy on ya did you! ...YOU DID!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/Sxs-HUeqgyI/AAAAAAAAAKw/T7yBAhhYbmo/s1600-h/thanksgiving+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411987672693113634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/Sxs-HUeqgyI/AAAAAAAAAKw/T7yBAhhYbmo/s200/thanksgiving+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/Sxs-G6ZSSNI/AAAAAAAAAKo/CgNLYK2brJg/s1600-h/thanksgiving4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Cousin, Sister, And my Shoes- why they couldnt wear heals ill never know-sneekers..i shutter and shake my head) &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/Sxs-G6ZSSNI/AAAAAAAAAKo/CgNLYK2brJg/s1600-h/thanksgiving4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411987665691232466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/Sxs-G6ZSSNI/AAAAAAAAAKo/CgNLYK2brJg/s200/thanksgiving4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( my mom, Sister and me.- Lots'O thanksgiving love i guess...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/Sxs-GqOcnAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/A88MSnhqOfg/s1600-h/thanksgiving1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411987661350804482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/Sxs-GqOcnAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/A88MSnhqOfg/s200/thanksgiving1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( MY cousin Emily and me- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-6655764607608701500?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6655764607608701500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving-day-gluttony-becomes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/6655764607608701500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/6655764607608701500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving-day-gluttony-becomes.html' title='ThanksGiving-the day gluttony becomes a patriotic duty'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/Sxs-GAZNwcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/QSeoyqhe7xE/s72-c/thanksgiving5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-7667792471646568520</id><published>2009-11-10T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T13:34:05.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trash IS trash</title><content type='html'>WELL.... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;October&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;09&lt;/span&gt; has come and gone and all i have to show for it is a modge-podge of randome pictures...very randome &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;***you have been warned***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SvnUi0ybrRI/AAAAAAAAAKI/eNyNgod-IC0/s1600-h/13056_170898246846_516296846_3448625_322102_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402582922758434066" style="WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SvnUi0ybrRI/AAAAAAAAAKI/eNyNgod-IC0/s200/13056_170898246846_516296846_3448625_322102_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Ryanne in vegas at some casino for some country concert)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SvnUipexpJI/AAAAAAAAAKA/RAwMOGpmpkM/s1600-h/13056_170918091846_516296846_3448952_8352700_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402582919723197586" style="WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SvnUipexpJI/AAAAAAAAAKA/RAwMOGpmpkM/s200/13056_170918091846_516296846_3448952_8352700_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (JOsh Turner... I have had &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"♪will you go with me♪"&lt;/span&gt; stuck in my head ever since)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SvnUif9Oe_I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/V14MxT4B-UQ/s1600-h/13056_170915951846_516296846_3448902_6698971_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402582917166562290" style="WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SvnUif9Oe_I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/V14MxT4B-UQ/s200/13056_170915951846_516296846_3448902_6698971_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (More josh turner... hes pretty darned hot from the 5th row..i saw sweat and the whites in his eyes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SvnUiIb8u7I/AAAAAAAAAJw/Z6dxBm9dqLY/s1600-h/13056_170902266846_516296846_3448699_7478302_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402582910852971442" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SvnUiIb8u7I/AAAAAAAAAJw/Z6dxBm9dqLY/s200/13056_170902266846_516296846_3448699_7478302_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ( How can you not enjoy a country star who sings all LinconPark, and Nickoleback songs?? and has a name like Bucky Covington??[ &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;psst he was on american idol&lt;/span&gt;])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SvnUhxEcPRI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ZdQvugpPArY/s1600-h/13056_170899136846_516296846_3448642_578991_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402582904580357394" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SvnUhxEcPRI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ZdQvugpPArY/s200/13056_170899136846_516296846_3448642_578991_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (some other singer that threw the word "crunk" into as many country songs as he could...pretty annoying-and reminded me why i dont like country)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SvnOJMJzL1I/AAAAAAAAAJg/4HkkQ3HceHE/s1600-h/halloween10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402575885284093778" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SvnOJMJzL1I/AAAAAAAAAJg/4HkkQ3HceHE/s200/halloween10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;( Ryanne/White errrr...WHIT trash+ Sueann/Grandma Beatrice) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SvnOI04x94I/AAAAAAAAAJY/hw-o0WoTItY/s1600-h/halloween12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402575879038695298" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SvnOI04x94I/AAAAAAAAAJY/hw-o0WoTItY/s200/halloween12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Babi-momm'a + James my home girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SvnOIpHFksI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/fFTx_uzlz0o/s1600-h/halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402575875877475010" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SvnOIpHFksI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/fFTx_uzlz0o/s200/halloween.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (G-mizz'l + trashy tattooed pregers with cigarette and beer in hand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SvnOIa2q2iI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XCTfYOw3BFw/s1600-h/IMG00548-20091031-2018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402575872050518562" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SvnOIa2q2iI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XCTfYOw3BFw/s200/IMG00548-20091031-2018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Whit Trash with my last ciggartte and curlers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SvnOH2RShxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5SIXVraz490/s1600-h/IMG00551-20091031-2020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402575862230058770" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SvnOH2RShxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5SIXVraz490/s200/IMG00551-20091031-2020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (bad bad BAD did i meantion BAD makeup and tacky hickies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SvnJRMJdECI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ecGik59pSdY/s1600-h/cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402570525163458594" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SvnJRMJdECI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ecGik59pSdY/s200/cupcakes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Left over Cupcake pictures&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SvnJReaMijI/AAAAAAAAAIg/OUEB-3RgRD4/s1600-h/IMG00540-20091030-2101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402570530065517106" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SvnJReaMijI/AAAAAAAAAIg/OUEB-3RgRD4/s200/IMG00540-20091030-2101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (the makeings of my halloween costume..."Whit-Trash" &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nope...those are not real...makeup does wonders! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SvnJSSQYJbI/AAAAAAAAAI4/qHWBIIfMKY8/s1600-h/IMG00549-20091031-2019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402570543982978482" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SvnJSSQYJbI/AAAAAAAAAI4/qHWBIIfMKY8/s200/IMG00549-20091031-2019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(? Babi daddy [with a prego belly]) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SvnJSKDmSGI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mSOZGFojAiE/s1600-h/IMG00550-20091031-2019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402570541781895266" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SvnJSKDmSGI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mSOZGFojAiE/s200/IMG00550-20091031-2019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SvnJRh8c7yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/E2_r6Z5OwSc/s1600-h/halloween14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402570531014504226" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SvnJRh8c7yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/E2_r6Z5OwSc/s200/halloween14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(my legg'ns-with a short mini jean skiry and slippers like every trailor person has)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-7667792471646568520?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7667792471646568520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2009/11/trash-is-trash.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/7667792471646568520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/7667792471646568520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2009/11/trash-is-trash.html' title='Trash IS trash'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SvnUi0ybrRI/AAAAAAAAAKI/eNyNgod-IC0/s72-c/13056_170898246846_516296846_3448625_322102_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-1617035944044281280</id><published>2009-10-26T13:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T14:28:47.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mish-Mash of stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SuYPV_BfnYI/AAAAAAAAAII/yOGNR5eub4A/s1600-h/IMG00506-20091021-1350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397018073819487618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SuYPV_BfnYI/AAAAAAAAAII/yOGNR5eub4A/s200/IMG00506-20091021-1350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are called "Inchies" - getting in touch with my crafty and bored mind...I make these 1inch X 1inch little tinny pices of paper / art, and send them to others all over the world. sounds like a crazy thing to do, expecially if you were to get one, open it up and think "what the crap is this?" &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; you would be wrong- you see, other people from all over are also making these little inchies and sending them to me! based on different "themes" you make them and you swap them. &lt;/em&gt;(above picture are inchies i made for the "google-eye" swap. some hand drawing, some randome paper clippings, and a face-card make up my recorses for this one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397023590990236882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SuYUXIFgTNI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/YZ2FVir7S-U/s200/inchies.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Im currently trying to collect 100 &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHY? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;well, i think it would make a fun art piece to slap up on my wall and tell people about it.( weither they ask or not :)) currently in my collection i have inchies from Brazil, Japan, England, Scottland, Sweeden, and many states here in the USA. i only have 52 right now, but that means i have also MADE 52- quite a feat...but if you toss in the bordem fator again, i think im good :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SuYPU3uy9fI/AAAAAAAAAH4/JEQ6QZzGRo4/s1600-h/IMG00495-20091019-2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397018054682146290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SuYPU3uy9fI/AAAAAAAAAH4/JEQ6QZzGRo4/s200/IMG00495-20091019-2003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;For FHE with the mormons this past monday, we carved pumkins( original, but its what a family would normally do right?) This masterpiece was inspired by my roomates glasses(super sexy-nerd black rimmed ones! ) although with the light in it kinda looks like roudolph with glasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SuYPUmpBjcI/AAAAAAAAAHw/WC89GcgthG4/s1600-h/IMG00494-20091019-2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397018050094534082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SuYPUmpBjcI/AAAAAAAAAHw/WC89GcgthG4/s200/IMG00494-20091019-2001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pre lit pumpkin...cool, awsome, swave, mysteriouse pumkin- dont turn your back on this one! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SuYPUWE7X0I/AAAAAAAAAHo/bdEdsWIlROU/s1600-h/IMG00309-20090903-1519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397018045648166722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SuYPUWE7X0I/AAAAAAAAAHo/bdEdsWIlROU/s200/IMG00309-20090903-1519.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And last ( but not least) is this....PINK mexican resturaunt. Im not all that big on mexi food, BUT this one ( that i only ate at because it WAS PINK!!! and lured me in with its creative and randome paint choice) was AMAZINGLY good! Its got to be the ONE and ONLY thing about Cedar City that I would concider traveling for that im not getting paid for anyways...(Get your mind out of the gutter! i get paid to go work for my Doc up there once a month, sheesh! :) ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-1617035944044281280?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1617035944044281280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2009/10/mish-mash-of-stuff.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/1617035944044281280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/1617035944044281280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2009/10/mish-mash-of-stuff.html' title='Mish-Mash of stuff'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SuYPV_BfnYI/AAAAAAAAAII/yOGNR5eub4A/s72-c/IMG00506-20091021-1350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-4337788489129549015</id><published>2009-10-19T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T15:15:57.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The GREAT cup-cake Theory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/StzkpSxbo1I/AAAAAAAAAHY/Y1gFW0e-sF8/s1600-h/IMG00480-20091016-2051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394437851747951442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/StzkpSxbo1I/AAAAAAAAAHY/Y1gFW0e-sF8/s320/IMG00480-20091016-2051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cupcakes...Mmmmm-one of the most amazing foods in the world, am i right? cupcakes-able to bring small children and adults to there knees. Absolutly the perfect amount of cake without hunting down a knife, and the perfect amount of icing with out that awkwad end piece with 3 cups worth of the sugar-y gloop. Heaven comes in a muffin tin with a pretty wraper. And in this case caused by bored roomates and an approching holiday season where sugar is celebrated on a grand scale! Mmmmm did i meantion that I LOVE cupcakes?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394415413001642082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/StzQPL7a4GI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/3Ac3-bCfSqE/s320/IMG00470-20091016-2021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well within 3 hours 3 tiny little bottles of green orange and purlple food coloring was wrecklessly used, chocolate and vanilla cake was mixed divided and baked at 350degrees-and carlessly, and precisly topped with randome colors of frosting!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394415400761404066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/StzQOeVHqqI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Kn6u95Lh074/s320/IMG00472-20091016-2045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Giggles were had, goolish designs were added, and sprinkles were left covering not only the cupcakes, but the table and floor&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394437868145212834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/StzkqP21_aI/AAAAAAAAAHg/amgnQERNeIU/s320/IMG00483-20091016-2107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394414432421897298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/StzPWG-_ZFI/AAAAAAAAAHA/3QPbtDsU5pc/s320/IMG00478-20091016-2046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;( and some other locations we may find later)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394414423253470834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/StzPVk1ETnI/AAAAAAAAAG4/fTwMHo1jf9k/s320/IMG00479-20091016-2050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-4337788489129549015?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4337788489129549015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2009/10/great-cup-cake-theory.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/4337788489129549015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/4337788489129549015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2009/10/great-cup-cake-theory.html' title='The GREAT cup-cake Theory'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/StzkpSxbo1I/AAAAAAAAAHY/Y1gFW0e-sF8/s72-c/IMG00480-20091016-2051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-2860304159505453091</id><published>2009-09-29T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T16:08:27.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear St George...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SsKS8vAS-BI/AAAAAAAAAGg/RgoZG-anI8Y/s1600-h/k5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387029676396050450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SsKS8vAS-BI/AAAAAAAAAGg/RgoZG-anI8Y/s320/k5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dear St George,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Since moving here to HELL...er... I mean St George, I have gone thru a few stages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;#1 "ohh this is kinda nice" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;#2 " remove all sharp objects im going to hurt myself"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;#3 " Better remove all combustable objects too, befor i blow up this town"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;#4" there ARE normal aged people here!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;#5 " okay, its not THAT bad"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and my all around generalized thought...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;#6 " just learn to love it, because you can be happy/ unhappy anywhere"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SOOO to embrace my inner hatred and love for you...IE: this city, i am trying to find things to do that will increase my adoration, and decreese my loathing for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Such as hiking in Kanarraville caves just south of Cedar City- Its wet, its up-hill, its down-hill, and its beautiful. Since im not a big hiker, and alot of what to do in this city IS hiking related... im learning to cope.( say a small prayer for me) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SsKP-MEdhyI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Pxx2Z0AV8Q8/s1600-h/fence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387026402843133730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SsKP-MEdhyI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Pxx2Z0AV8Q8/s320/fence.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Next, is the randomeness that is this city- While my awsome roomate and i were out walking on night on your warm, heated streets, we happened up on this- the MOST effective fence in all of this tiny city of STG (just happy and greatful it didnt "house" a big great angry dog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And Lastley, I have to tell my self just how pretty you as this town actually are- Your not brown and drab, Your not a ugly hazy green- but bright green and red, next to amazingly blue skys( wow i almost convinced myself how pretty you &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SsKQd9ixHzI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Su0GdL6ceww/s1600-h/temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387026948699529010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SsKQd9ixHzI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Su0GdL6ceww/s320/temple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;actually are here! scary!) I have a stunning temple less than 3 blocks from my front door, and since the town is so small I usually can get away with a tank of gas a month ( A MONTH!!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;With all the love that I can muster up towards you, you tiny, packed-full-of-old-people, no shopping, and little if any entertainment one horse town, i will continue to live here, punished as I am-for at least a little while longer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love ♥ Ryanne &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Maybe this little "love letter" to the STG will strike my heart strings and bring a tear to my eye... but i doubt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-2860304159505453091?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2860304159505453091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-st-george.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/2860304159505453091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/2860304159505453091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-st-george.html' title='Dear St George...'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SsKS8vAS-BI/AAAAAAAAAGg/RgoZG-anI8Y/s72-c/k5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-2977927238868265387</id><published>2009-09-17T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T08:24:44.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>computer error? or Operator error??</title><content type='html'>well, i have been trying to get a new post out to all my favorite followers...but my computer isnt allowing me to do so. BUT its comming i can feel it from the depths of my soul, to the tips of my addorible toes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-2977927238868265387?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2977927238868265387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2009/09/computer-error-or-operator-error.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/2977927238868265387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/2977927238868265387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2009/09/computer-error-or-operator-error.html' title='computer error? or Operator error??'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-2260957351070779971</id><published>2009-08-31T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T13:26:18.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dutch Babies...and not the little blond kids in wooden shoes either</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/Spwvsr5HY_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/ObEWqn8tIsM/s1600-h/merrits2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376224499916563442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/Spwvsr5HY_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/ObEWqn8tIsM/s320/merrits2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Once upon a time, in a land far more north than my current location, is a little box, a pit if you will, a whole in the wall that goes by the name of Merritts Country Cafe. This little Cafe is the home of a happy (and very deliciouse) pile of fried dough dipped in powderd sugar named Dutch "yum" Baby. When its alll alone and warm fresh out of the pool of oil it gets crispy in, and out laying in the sun on a plate- it likes a little cool squirt of lemon. This is where i come in. i take little Dutch and shove it in my mouth&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SpwusF-DhUI/AAAAAAAAAE4/7FIBQsIsorA/s1600-h/merrits1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376223390225106242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SpwusF-DhUI/AAAAAAAAAE4/7FIBQsIsorA/s320/merrits1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and savor and eat and LOVE every second of yummyness that it brings into my life! Its the kind of treat that when you eat your pants tend to fit a little more snug-but you dont care becasue it is incredably worth every sweet, tangy, deliciouse second of it. This was what happened on Saturday. Not having been to Merritts in almost a year i would have kicked myself had i not made a stop in to see my old friend Dutch-Baby. the crooked floor, the cluttered covered walls, the old juke-box and the picture on the bathroom wall (the &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/Spwu-ir-dGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/9Xs7nxT3E4s/s1600-h/merrits3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376223707171550306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/Spwu-ir-dGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/9Xs7nxT3E4s/s320/merrits3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Birds eyes follow me EVERY time... i swear!!) the smell of coffee are all things i loved when i lived in Boise only a few min drive where all my closest friends would gather at a table or 4 and eat greasy-smokey-truck stop food and enjoy eachothers company. The Waitresses knew us by name and "the regular" that we always would get. Good Times, Good friends, Good food, Tight pants, DUTCH BABIES OF BLISS-nothing more required.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/Spwv9HnCHtI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-mVsLuuGbq8/s1600-h/merrits4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376224782234820306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/Spwv9HnCHtI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-mVsLuuGbq8/s320/merrits4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;( i told you, fried &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dough..powderd sugar...lemons...and a gob of honey butter= happyness and tight pants)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;(And making them at home just isnt the same.)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SpwxzCz5qZI/AAAAAAAAAFw/CdgR79qs8G0/s1600-h/Picture-ryanne+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376226808171178386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SpwxzCz5qZI/AAAAAAAAAFw/CdgR79qs8G0/s320/Picture-ryanne+150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-2260957351070779971?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2260957351070779971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2009/08/dutch-babiesand-not-little-blond-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/2260957351070779971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/2260957351070779971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2009/08/dutch-babiesand-not-little-blond-kids.html' title='Dutch Babies...and not the little blond kids in wooden shoes either'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/Spwvsr5HY_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/ObEWqn8tIsM/s72-c/merrits2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-5323039266927959312</id><published>2009-08-26T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T14:39:07.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bills, Mail, and a Glue stick!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;When i was a missionary,I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOVED&lt;/span&gt; getting letters and packages- and now... i get bills- and junk mail... and on the rare occasion, a box( personally purchased off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;EBay&lt;/span&gt; or something) but i wanted to get COOL letters and "stuff" like when i was back in Oklahoma- so i turned to my crafty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;roommate&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WHO&lt;/span&gt; told me about... SWAP BOT! - okay so lets start at the beginning... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;You could say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a little crafty-Martha Stewart &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ESK&lt;/span&gt; even. So when my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;roommate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Danelle&lt;/span&gt; turned me on to this sight that allows you to have pen pals, be crafty, and get more than bills in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;PO Box&lt;/span&gt; i signed the dotted line and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;logged&lt;/span&gt; in to &lt;a href="http://www.swapbot.com/"&gt;http://www.swapbot.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;This sight lets you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sign &lt;/span&gt;up for various art projects so to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;speak&lt;/span&gt;-that you send to multiple one-time "pen-pals". On September 9, 2009 there is a "swap" where you send out 9 postcards, to 9 people- and in return you GET 9 postcards from all over ( the WORLD even!) so while &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BORED&lt;/span&gt; out of my mind at work i crafted me up some post cards-&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374333865758225762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SpV4LSze9WI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qK-f-k5EzPw/s320/swapbot1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; (easy simple layered paper, some glitter, and a little drawings with a sharpie and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; good to go!) so 9/9/09 someone will be getting one of my 9 ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sensing&lt;/span&gt; a theme, no?) home made postcards! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SpWrJ54YnlI/AAAAAAAAAEw/tEBF7wLNU2U/s1600-h/swapbot4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374389916981042770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SpWrJ54YnlI/AAAAAAAAAEw/tEBF7wLNU2U/s320/swapbot4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Along&lt;/span&gt; the same lines as the postcards only smaller scale is some thing called and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;inchie&lt;/span&gt;" a 1"X1" piece if art- i have 8 collected so far, and when i reach ...well, more than 8 my plan is to frame them- BUT you make little tiles on little paper or any art medium and you send them, again all over the country/world. Here are some i have made for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;upcoming&lt;/span&gt; "swap"&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374333892892880626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SpV4M3447vI/AAAAAAAAAEo/TQiXWgPEF2Y/s320/swapbot3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374333885620459010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SpV4MczAlgI/AAAAAAAAAEg/hpA56EVVQzg/s320/swapbot2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Visual of how small these REALLY are!!! (with my nubby little fingers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ill let you know how it all turns out and show you what I get when they come! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; lets face it, who only wants to open the mail box and get bills?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-5323039266927959312?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5323039266927959312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-i-was-missionaryi-loved-getting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/5323039266927959312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/5323039266927959312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-i-was-missionaryi-loved-getting.html' title='Bills, Mail, and a Glue stick!'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SpV4LSze9WI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qK-f-k5EzPw/s72-c/swapbot1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-3928068952662191871</id><published>2009-08-19T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T09:25:35.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SECRETS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SowmzOMGaFI/AAAAAAAAADo/8_HdisCzbkM/s1600-h/secrets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371711116970190930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SowmzOMGaFI/AAAAAAAAADo/8_HdisCzbkM/s320/secrets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;WHO doesnt love a good secret ?? the kind that smile, and get all giddy inside because its just so good...and YOUR one of the few people that knows about it?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I LOVE SECRETS &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;probubly a litle to much, and right now i am currently sitting on a really good one! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Thinking of secrets ( and there jucie-ness) my roomate turned me on to this completly addicting websight. &lt;a href="http://www.postsecrets.com/"&gt;http://www.postsecrets.com/&lt;/a&gt; trust me ADDICTIVE-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;People send in a post card&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SowmgPWlEyI/AAAAAAAAADg/3DEDwCBZ-OA/s1600-h/post+secret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371710790865064738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SowmgPWlEyI/AAAAAAAAADg/3DEDwCBZ-OA/s320/post+secret.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to some randome address and share there secretes with anyone wanting to hear them. I love this idea so much, in fact i have about 5 pages in my journal dedicated to my own home made mini-post cards full of MY "secrets" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Why is hearing little snipits of peoples hopes, fears, and secrets so exciting and thrilling?  well for some reason it is, and there are books, websights, blogs... and 5 pgs in my journal to prove it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-3928068952662191871?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3928068952662191871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2009/08/secrets.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/3928068952662191871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/3928068952662191871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2009/08/secrets.html' title='SECRETS!'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SowmzOMGaFI/AAAAAAAAADo/8_HdisCzbkM/s72-c/secrets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-596033806836144461</id><published>2009-08-14T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T09:50:25.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WELL... finally happened. For someone that doesn’t really like chocolate very much, the other day I was overtaken by a sudden urge to make ooey gooey melted toasted sweet SMORES. What follows is the story of my smore craving gone very very tastily wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;#1 the hunt for smore making materials&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SoWRSXhALaI/AAAAAAAAACA/uGG2izAK8hE/s1600-h/smore#2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369857875445296546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 428px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SoWRSXhALaI/AAAAAAAAACA/uGG2izAK8hE/s320/smore%232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ended in me sitting on the couch with a baggie of 100 calorie ( if you only eat one bag) TEDDY GRAHAMS, a baggie of what tasted like really old marshmallows, and the piece-de-resistance, a LARGE Hershey chocolate bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SoWRTjBTUPI/AAAAAAAAACI/pHZSDqf3H9k/s1600-h/smore#1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SoWRTjBTUPI/AAAAAAAAACI/pHZSDqf3H9k/s1600-h/smore#1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SoWRTjBTUPI/AAAAAAAAACI/pHZSDqf3H9k/s1600-h/smore#1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;#2 after one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SoWRTjBTUPI/AAAAAAAAACI/pHZSDqf3H9k/s1600-h/smore#1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369857895713427698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SoWRTjBTUPI/AAAAAAAAACI/pHZSDqf3H9k/s320/smore%231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;super yummy bite- of regular un melted, un burnt O-natural marshmallow-chocolate and teddy graham tower… the sugar may have set in- and I got creative&lt;br /&gt;This is Sammy-the-smore. He looks like a gloomy Gus, but Ohh contraire, he is happy as a clam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SoWRUFCUiBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Q8fTGeWWCY0/s1600-h/smore#10.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369857904844507154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SoWRUFCUiBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Q8fTGeWWCY0/s320/smore%2310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;#3 after the initial sugar shoc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SoWRUrO6FgI/AAAAAAAAACY/27tn6towXTY/s1600-h/smore#9.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369857915097847298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SoWRUrO6FgI/AAAAAAAAACY/27tn6towXTY/s320/smore%239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;k started to ware off, and the “cold” smores I had been eating got “old” I tried to re-invent the magic that is a warm toasty golden delicious smore J here is where I get creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;( well I guess at this point it may be PAST "crativity and borderline insaine) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;On my kitchen counter sits a very lonely and unassuming Toaster Oven. In my mind and forever it will be known to me as “My Easy Bake Oven”- SOO into the easy bake oven went a few innocent marshmellows to be toasted and baked ( kinda like a little tanning bed for the albino blobs of sugar) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SoWRU6umKcI/AAAAAAAAACg/PWf6Keal_Os/s1600-h/smore#8.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369857919257291202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SoWRU6umKcI/AAAAAAAAACg/PWf6Keal_Os/s320/smore%238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;#4 after what seemed like SECONDS out pop the newly tan and mushy melted marshmallow!&lt;br /&gt;Look how pretty they look!!! Crispy and gold- is there a prettier sight in the whole wide world?? Not today.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SoWTDFU5THI/AAAAAAAAACo/Asv-OHmIm2c/s1600-h/smore#7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369859811887893618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SoWTDFU5THI/AAAAAAAAACo/Asv-OHmIm2c/s320/smore%237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SoWTDiZ7j4I/AAAAAAAAACw/XJ9SovrYdq8/s1600-h/smore#6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369859819693641602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SoWTDiZ7j4I/AAAAAAAAACw/XJ9SovrYdq8/s320/smore%236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;#5 now those sweet mellow gobs of yummyness&lt;br /&gt;couldn’t just hang out by themselves for to long before a hunk of chocolate plopped down on top causing the “mellow” to smoosh and become a little patty ( of goodness!!!) top it al off with a tiny ( really tiny) little bear … the sugar still speaking, his name is “Teddy”-creative I know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#6 to much sugar makes for a very happy and a little loopy Ryanne-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;#7 now, I know your thinking to yourself how is it possible to improve on the simple yet perfect smore?? Well ill tell you- its call Smore-NATCHOS !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SoWTD5UwIxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/NxaV4w4Zop0/s1600-h/smore#5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369859825845936914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SoWTD5UwIxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/NxaV4w4Zop0/s320/smore%235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;yep, I said it. NATCHOS&lt;br /&gt;well of course with just a little push and tug and a sturdy fork I have invented the most sugar-headache inducing food known to man. Don’t get me wrong- it was AMAZING- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SoWTEnF1sFI/AAAAAAAAADI/Ai6SuMMtLrs/s1600-h/smore#3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369859838131417170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SoWTEnF1sFI/AAAAAAAAADI/Ai6SuMMtLrs/s320/smore%233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SoWTEnF1sFI/AAAAAAAAADI/Ai6SuMMtLrs/s1600-h/smore#3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SoWTEnF1sFI/AAAAAAAAADI/Ai6SuMMtLrs/s1600-h/smore#3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#8 end of story I guess is- good thing I only had 100 calorie snack pack of graham crackers. The next morning wasn’t the greatest for me- but it sure was fun and tasty ( again … PRE headache).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SoWTEYTwzYI/AAAAAAAAADA/9tc0i4xasos/s1600-h/smore#4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369859834163285378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SoWTEYTwzYI/AAAAAAAAADA/9tc0i4xasos/s320/smore%234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-596033806836144461?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/596033806836144461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2009/08/wellit-finally-happened.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/596033806836144461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/596033806836144461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2009/08/wellit-finally-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SoWRSXhALaI/AAAAAAAAACA/uGG2izAK8hE/s72-c/smore%232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-848307428048871946</id><published>2009-05-18T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T08:25:15.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I went to DisneyLand!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;As some of you may know, I had bad parents-and due to this little problem, I was never &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SpVTGW9md2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WTcmt2IKlBA/s1600-h/disneyland09+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374293099044829026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SpVTGW9md2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WTcmt2IKlBA/s320/disneyland09+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;introduced to a little place known as "The Happiest Place On Earth" ...A.K.A. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SpVTFRqHb-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/VdkkuCSrZu0/s1600-h/disneyland09+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374293080441057250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SpVTFRqHb-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/VdkkuCSrZu0/s320/disneyland09+150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DISNEYLAND! M&lt;u&gt;any &lt;/u&gt;many pictures were taken, many laughes were had, EVERY ride was ridden- and to the shoc of many of you, NOT a single child was harmed in MY selfish attempt to enjoy my vaction :) I discovered the GOD must love me since the &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SpVTF-RrDnI/AAAAAAAAAEI/QvvZqIh_5rU/s1600-h/disneyland09+169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374293092418129522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SpVTF-RrDnI/AAAAAAAAAEI/QvvZqIh_5rU/s320/disneyland09+169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Churro" was invented In all its fried cinnimon sugar goodness- And that he must love me MORE since there wasnt a cop the entire distance to see how deathly fast i was going :) &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SpVTE2tHd1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Vo0eGl9Qk54/s1600-h/disneyland09+140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374293073205884754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SpVTE2tHd1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Vo0eGl9Qk54/s320/disneyland09+140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;All in All it was a great weekend with Friends, Sunshine, and a great Last second (litteraly) decision to go! ( SOOOOO many pictures to follow once i figure out how to get them on here) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-848307428048871946?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/848307428048871946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-went-to-disneyland.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/848307428048871946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/848307428048871946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-went-to-disneyland.html' title='I went to DisneyLand!'/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SpVTGW9md2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WTcmt2IKlBA/s72-c/disneyland09+101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434520958618054083.post-5028835098604883945</id><published>2009-05-06T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:23:17.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhh yes- its happened- My bordem has reached an all new low in the form of a blogg- im so ashamed :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434520958618054083-5028835098604883945?l=rysjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5028835098604883945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/ahhh-yes-its-happened-my-bordem-has.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/5028835098604883945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434520958618054083/posts/default/5028835098604883945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rysjunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/ahhh-yes-its-happened-my-bordem-has.html' title=''/><author><name>RysJunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688732102893487204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9dQChdpCwo/SgG1K9h0_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lMRqhZ0XLQo/S220/old+ryanne.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
