tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89424455694979032852023-11-16T08:40:07.318-08:00219 Against the World219 Girls!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00954043911665456246noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8942445569497903285.post-68036030914274840312009-12-07T00:45:00.001-08:002009-12-07T00:45:42.619-08:00A Reflection On the PastJust an skit we did a while ago!<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mEuO2GjpKtw&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mEuO2GjpKtw&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07317552236695474070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8942445569497903285.post-66888725996224226422009-11-01T21:56:00.000-08:002009-11-01T22:01:29.758-08:00Halloween, Halloween<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie8KbOv9wifbncy-3ota6_A3WLxPy1wIE68-aqjZCysPstzeGuU3YZkRGPCopyrZ63iB3g2o1r1xiOfB9pUeibbF1ko8QfA_2g9vqnfEnhaxZNZ6gXPId2Q4LwNQ-cJSiUQ-NLN14-n3g/s1600-h/DSC02838.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie8KbOv9wifbncy-3ota6_A3WLxPy1wIE68-aqjZCysPstzeGuU3YZkRGPCopyrZ63iB3g2o1r1xiOfB9pUeibbF1ko8QfA_2g9vqnfEnhaxZNZ6gXPId2Q4LwNQ-cJSiUQ-NLN14-n3g/s320/DSC02838.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399381813869298866" /></a>A faerie and America's Next Top Model<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVeusc8SSqG0yoclKfszEplrIY3lxX4btp3MibfAgDhhAT0NKGtqUArtRFIk26xE9dz14woJm51mjakzXFQEXREyrrFqhP5EJIl5N1sCj5eLuybCG0D6i4Feymydlk6m9afzpweeLWQ8I/s1600-h/DSC02834.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVeusc8SSqG0yoclKfszEplrIY3lxX4btp3MibfAgDhhAT0NKGtqUArtRFIk26xE9dz14woJm51mjakzXFQEXREyrrFqhP5EJIl5N1sCj5eLuybCG0D6i4Feymydlk6m9afzpweeLWQ8I/s320/DSC02834.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399381813525994018" /></a>A neon dance party and America's Next Top Model<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHq0BzQvlg8hKrDrUJgpufumAM2PgBijc91h9DtIBy0InUFoKEN4twe2W3gAud4zNx8Rjz1xD1QbemD8mWS6gnB3TF0yf0Jd59J_oArVll0Z7wXT9y9fGZM8-VZiWHpitfjSbXgOAvXnY/s1600-h/DSC02828.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHq0BzQvlg8hKrDrUJgpufumAM2PgBijc91h9DtIBy0InUFoKEN4twe2W3gAud4zNx8Rjz1xD1QbemD8mWS6gnB3TF0yf0Jd59J_oArVll0Z7wXT9y9fGZM8-VZiWHpitfjSbXgOAvXnY/s320/DSC02828.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399381801809618114" /></a>A ghost...or Michael Jackson....or the ghost of Michael Jackson?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsbS4nm1ekSgj99FMN8sdH00zc7-MTEtrnVK8RHnKnLQ3gH9VpVCldk8SXsfJw2rDTT4NJxES467adSQSTC640Y53d4il-j3H43hTvaztH4iUINOtsncrYCvn0vdot_HSj0VAtt4OxUz8/s1600-h/DSC02827.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsbS4nm1ekSgj99FMN8sdH00zc7-MTEtrnVK8RHnKnLQ3gH9VpVCldk8SXsfJw2rDTT4NJxES467adSQSTC640Y53d4il-j3H43hTvaztH4iUINOtsncrYCvn0vdot_HSj0VAtt4OxUz8/s320/DSC02827.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399381797197531842" /></a>Aarrrrgh. A pirate. (Emma was a pirate as well, but sadly we don't have any pictures of her...)<br /><div><br />We hope everyone had as great a Halloween as we did!<div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8942445569497903285.post-38096268485594566332009-10-11T09:17:00.000-07:002009-10-13T16:19:20.693-07:00Just a Typical Saturday Night...(by Susan)<div style="text-align: left;">So Saturday night, I was sitting in my bed doing homework (la dee da), and I hear Brittany in the bathroom spraying hairspray. I didn't think anything of it until it kept on going; at that point I was concerned for the environment and her lungs, but I kept doing homework. Then she comes into my room with silver hair and a black face asking me what she could call the guise for Halloween. She had seen this picture</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3X_Zu74eNbUX-yGsvimWUOB0vupLYty2CHfjCRiJTmN4NDJ6ciV1opFQAwNdcS7EqvRaPTBGL-OBUtzcNbM40pyj52TLRgVjPxsPmqSgrCGqs40ish4A3AYKeIiYLGLJiclo1tBuo9sI/s320/dark+beauty+2+by+adriana+curcio.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392223532511169490" /> on Flikr and wanted to use the idea but didn't know what to <i>be</i>. I don't remember whether or not I answered her because all I could think about was how freaking sweet she looked and how much I wanted to join in on the fun. So we did our hair and make-up, got dressed, and whatnot. And this was the result:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWbyuuF15b9kn9_xH2nfF-_4x0nqhcg_TeO9HZ4IIgkcV0FNF6-4JdurWPYplRoEbsvVM7HMX0woLfY_eYDuYEUqtFNlVPmAz7UoODdLlxhmUTvm36C_Wvu36U5YHuQlu7ws3W0iwzB8s/s320/DSC02568.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392225230892799186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEienHtX7hmTa44rxlXDjVQ3T1sKfQDIkxefL6GRkRIHYtauuarju8jxcS6gdBKj6ntmH43xXp4GenecCyq54oFsdKy5SHSkafBtjh-UIZbajgT31vPelEpMqJB4gLWX-MPBXhDziPcZ1Yk/s320/DSC02574.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392225244104571394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTUK2wWJKRNybyEfTEJNQpsU-BhXucrkyKs20FSvzrTvPeF4sz0wgrHGK2hpwyNLLj4sCp_CWeYSlwST7dnXSjJlfrnwgjH-EWDXn0sJbbILt6RIT42ugexnBt-7Aupr3ECgP9TufKchk/s320/IMGP4306.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392225251880704434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: left;">And then Amanda got home. She was a little disturbed at first</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmEkEneumqXvW4Lcg0EzZYrnDio5c3n9BsK1RszoW0CPgkvqJ6vf16S0Sg0iLDYW1nDiBX_H04jgg2H-YO3z2iEwnSKOISPDqJM5DSGZ7Ch-lEm5i3bInsRQFHKM0F036Mc1hjWyj1WgY/s320/IMGP4309-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392227023991079954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">But it didn't take us long to turn her to the dark side<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuu55osB_P3E-zMgKy_qMtUb1X83We7tSuaqfAmDozPiPrupfe4fBjqegoQnI7-zfOHaCClDI0WrMLDA-vw8ScpuTaK9-ZhGWQnegzG-AVfDYyln1BjAA3TVBkFKPjzPtz8hbU-rwcEFw/s320/DSC02642.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392227033513767042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">And then we went around creeping people out</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEpKb2_j207P652adtdWcBo9UEmnL1E7qPvuDa9-klUBUHmg9wDUPDztNxaO0CNRHVDL9doY_qUI4nR38Ah48rWIH6wZtZF5OcdwBY270pzeF9qJnYnvZtA1ITM_F4NGH1hyphenhyphenaktsJg0Z0/s320/IMGP4312-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392227038214139330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">THE END</span></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8942445569497903285.post-54479584417235334372009-10-06T00:37:00.000-07:002009-10-06T00:49:36.806-07:00Fine Wine and Cheese (Amanda)Mine, Victoria, and Emma's shower fan sounds like its going to kill us, or some form of animal is dying within itself.<br /><br />We thought it would just go away or get quieter, but alas it continues to grow louder.<br /><br />Like fine wine, aged cheese, and Tyra Banks, our shower fan just gets better with time.Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07317552236695474070noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8942445569497903285.post-43052578280952835472009-09-22T21:01:00.000-07:002009-09-22T21:03:57.968-07:00No More Happiness (by Amanda)Victoria, hates... Christmas Music, Stevie Wonder, and Nick Cannon... (probably Disneyland goes in there somewhere too...). She pretty much sucked the happiness outta my day. FYI. Although we collectively hate Nick Cannon, and in consequence his wife, Mariah Carey... I just wanted to point out the things that Victoria hates.<br /><br />Victoria is a fun sucker tonight...<br /><br />Just kidding, I love her! But she really is not diggin the X-mas music tonight... who would've thought that Xmas in September would be weird?219 Girls!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00954043911665456246noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8942445569497903285.post-28983255450048570402009-09-17T19:11:00.000-07:002009-09-17T21:03:28.032-07:00Pass the Ramen (by Victoria)Every now and then, I catch myself being a complete stereotype-- giggling with a bunch of girls while watching chick flicks, wearing sweats and studying while walking on campus, etc. I love these moments.<br /><br />This year so far has been one non-stop stereotypical experience, but my favorite aspect? Our apartment. Nothing says "college" quite like our apartment.<br /><br />The cupboards are packed with cereal, peanut butter, and spaghetti. The refrigerator has 4 gallons of different kinds of milk. Our decorations are a hodgepodge of interests from six people-- pirate flags, movie posters, religious inspirational signs-- and no two plates match. Our A/C is on its last leg, and the bunk bed splits and creaks every time Amanda moves. There are more rules for running the dishwasher properly than the honor code. At 2:30am, some are studying, some are coming home from dates, some are wasting time on youtube, and maybe someone's sleeping.<br /><br />We're poor students living in a small space, and I couldn't ask for a more perfect college experience. Now back to facebook. I mean, homework.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg266BHCP1LywybkWvBtOsOdD-NXMWkRNUXL6N6SnCJweh6TbXG2NuDfHyJxaw0VdMhVTeACsg72zMRbaSFGRnigJhWz37Y9-QmP9OYsinGSuHA8RyuG_pIdw8yn7AMZaiGkJeL7hEHKnb5/s1600-h/1053_default.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg266BHCP1LywybkWvBtOsOdD-NXMWkRNUXL6N6SnCJweh6TbXG2NuDfHyJxaw0VdMhVTeACsg72zMRbaSFGRnigJhWz37Y9-QmP9OYsinGSuHA8RyuG_pIdw8yn7AMZaiGkJeL7hEHKnb5/s320/1053_default.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382652595757375538" border="0" /></a>219 Girls!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00954043911665456246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8942445569497903285.post-59898972791013614352009-09-13T22:50:00.000-07:002009-09-13T22:52:47.855-07:00Dang we're hot<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYcCH7LkKEQWdgAfmyIS1ed5oLm1Ii05vXQnNXeFlxGmv-Xk4AhnclVe4O4MuB7wGkPQfYupjS9s54HfH-w9CSBZo4tawAJKhbkku-2x7lNElUs9J9y643NLP0YkMBQs8SssMfNd-R9bpM/s1600-h/collage219.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381196769383867346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 372px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYcCH7LkKEQWdgAfmyIS1ed5oLm1Ii05vXQnNXeFlxGmv-Xk4AhnclVe4O4MuB7wGkPQfYupjS9s54HfH-w9CSBZo4tawAJKhbkku-2x7lNElUs9J9y643NLP0YkMBQs8SssMfNd-R9bpM/s400/collage219.JPG" border="0" /></a> 219: the hotttttie apt<br /><br /></div>219 Girls!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00954043911665456246noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8942445569497903285.post-41714976635874393622009-09-12T11:20:00.000-07:002009-09-12T12:16:51.795-07:00Love these girls (by Victoria)I like our roommates. Let me list the ways!<br /><br />- Emma puts in the dishes when I'm supposed to. She sits with me, talks to me, watches "Are You Afraid of the Dark" with me. She is one of the most considerate, giving people I've ever met. Even through the stress and uncertainties of transferring to BYU, she researches possibilities for MY major. Talk about thoughtful.<br />- Brittany is our social butterfly. She keeps us in the guy-loop. Without her, we wouldn't know anyone in our ward. She attracts 'em, then invites us along. Sweetest. Girl. Ever. Her enthusiasm for HSM, Yale Gracey, and the BYU social scene is more contagious than swine flu.<br />- Nadine makes me feel like I'm in love too. When she comes in with the "post," I get almost as excited as her. Almost. When most of my conversations are, "We hate boys!" she puts a little faith back into things. She is one of those people that is easy to get along with from day 1. Oh, and she's a stone cold fox.<br />- Amanda puts up with me complaining... sometimes in my sleep... Yes, most of my worries are pretty insignificant, but she always takes time to listen and validate. She understands when I need down time, and when I need motivation to go out. We lean on each other a lot, and without her, I would definitely fall over.<br />- Susan is so easy going. You want to be social but not actually do anything? Susan's up for a walk. You want to chill on your own? That's cool with her. You want to rock out to Dr. Suess and Mother Goose? She's down for anything. This girl is the perfect blend of depth and fun.<br /><br />At the beginning of this year, I could feel it was going to be a good one. There was something in the air. Now, I'm seeing why. God loves us so much. He aligned the universe so that this group of 6 very different people could come together to learn, laugh, play, and grow. For each of our worries, there's someone with experience. For each of our strengths, there's someone with needs. We rock.<br /><br />Not to mention we're total babes.219 Girls!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00954043911665456246noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8942445569497903285.post-38964205978370143332009-09-11T23:35:00.000-07:002009-09-11T23:45:35.294-07:00Remember Mother Goose?So I (Susan) went to practice guitar. Soon, Victoria joined me for a jam session. Eventually Amanda joined in. And this was the result. <div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/es15n4d2G7E&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/es15n4d2G7E&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8942445569497903285.post-51375241579494688622009-09-11T16:15:00.000-07:002009-09-11T16:33:30.958-07:00pool + pajamas + roomies = super duper bonding! (by brittany!)So basically...<br /><br />it was labor day. Which meant that once again, we had to go without maintenance fixing our <em>not</em> broken A/C (see previous post by susan). That being said, we were watching "The Wedding Singer" whilst melting quite gruesomely into the apartment furniture.<br /><br />All of a sudden, someone (I think emma) sat up and announced with authority to us lowly roommates,<br /><div align="center">"We should go jump in the pool in our pajamas."</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">Maybe it was because it was so hot. Maybe it was because we just finished watching a comedic chick flick. Maybe it was because we were still quite groggy at 11am and didn't have the energy to be nay-sayers.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">All I know is that 5 minutes later, we were all standing at one end of the pool, only Susan in her actual pajamas (the rest of us just changed into clothes we didn't mind getting wet).</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">After hiring a photographer (thanks rachel!), we got into position. We jumped. We landed. We splashed. We submerged. We repeated. We repeated. We swam.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">And it felt soooo gooooood......</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">the end :)</div>219 Girls!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00954043911665456246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8942445569497903285.post-39545846337148104422009-09-07T14:04:00.000-07:002009-09-07T14:07:03.367-07:00Maintenance thinks we're stupid (by Susan)So it turns out there was a switch on the A/C compressor that needed to be switched or something like that. The A/C is back on. But we will still accept ice-cold lemonade.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8942445569497903285.post-34603327105771577492009-09-06T19:10:00.000-07:002009-09-06T19:24:40.385-07:00It's getting hot in here (by Susan)Sooooo our A/C died; thus, we are now accepting donations of ice cold lemonade aaaand a fan. Mmmk? Mmk. <div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>219 Girls!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00954043911665456246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8942445569497903285.post-51155239387409769132009-09-03T23:53:00.000-07:002009-09-04T00:01:38.768-07:00"I have stamps..." (by Victoria) <meta name="Title" content=""> <meta name="Keywords" content=""> <meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"> <meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"> <meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 2008"> <meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 2008"> <link rel="File-List" href="file://localhost/Users/Victoria/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/msoclip/0clip_filelist.xml"> <!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:officedocumentsettings> <o:allowpng/> </o:OfficeDocumentSettings> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:trackmoves>false</w:TrackMoves> <w:trackformatting/> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:drawinggridhorizontalspacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridHorizontalSpacing> <w:drawinggridverticalspacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridVerticalSpacing> <w:displayhorizontaldrawinggridevery>0</w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery> <w:displayverticaldrawinggridevery>0</w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> <w:dontautofitconstrainedtables/> <w:dontvertalignintxbx/> </w:Compatibility> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="276"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--> <style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.0in 1.0in 1.0in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style> <!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} </style> <![endif]--> <!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">Dear Alan Rickman,</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I… love you.</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">In fact, I have labeled all of my food in my refrigerator, “Alan Rickman.”</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">If you would like me to continue this, please call me. ASAP.</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">But just leave me a message, because I don’t answer from any number I don’t know. So leave me a message, and I’ll call you back to discuss other labeling possibilities.</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I’m waiting,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Amanda</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">P.S. I falsely signed your name next to mine on a wedding reception guest book. I know it was wrong, but I couldn’t help wanting my name to be seen next to yours.</p><p class="MsoNormal">
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<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">P.P.P.S. I would never use your name in replacement of a swear word....
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<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-style: italic;">If you would like to learn more about Alan Rickman, please visit http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Severus_Snape</span>
<br /></p> <!--EndFragment--> 219 Girls!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00954043911665456246noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8942445569497903285.post-69530936858225012402009-09-03T23:35:00.000-07:002009-09-04T00:03:43.941-07:00"You Want Some Turkey Breast?" (by: Amanda)Victoria informed me tonight, that people some times will use celebrity names in place of swear words or taking the Lord's name in vain. So we tried such things... like "Oh my Clay Aiken" and "Argh! Tom Cruise" and "I'm gonna Paul Anka you" but our favorite by far, happened spur of the moment when Victoria leaned over me with a turkey breast, and said something and I responded "Get the Tom Clancy outta my face". And now Victoria is obsessed with finding out as much information as possible about Tom Clancy, she's also saved an older picture of him and made it her destop picture... and people say my kinship with Alan Rickman weird. If you wish to find out more information about Tom Clancy you can visit here... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tom_clancy219 Girls!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00954043911665456246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8942445569497903285.post-23204200967300155372009-09-03T16:10:00.000-07:002009-09-03T16:11:15.574-07:00Welcome!Welcome to our New Blog. Any One of us can post anything here, so expect madness meets awesomeness!219 Girls!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00954043911665456246noreply@blogger.com0