<?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-7890427</id><updated>2012-02-05T17:38:07.469-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jedda</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~Jedda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828643578209781617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890427.post-7714177427607230940</id><published>2007-04-16T21:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T21:15:46.377-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weird. Blogger made me sign up for a google account. I was having trouble signing in. I was almost in panic mode because I had it on "old blogger". As if that's some kind of outdated thing. Hmm. My hands feel dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY NATHAN. Whooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890427-7714177427607230940?l=earrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/feeds/7714177427607230940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890427&amp;postID=7714177427607230940' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/7714177427607230940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/7714177427607230940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/2007/04/weird.html' title=''/><author><name>~Jedda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828643578209781617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890427.post-116899787162045186</id><published>2007-01-16T19:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T19:38:29.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do you think Mommy or Daddy always tells you don't put that in your mouth? Let's find out!</title><content type='html'>Don't put it in your mouth (Don't put it in your mouth)&lt;br /&gt;Don't stuff it in your face (Don't stuff it in your face)&lt;br /&gt;Though it might look good to eat (Though it might look good to eat)&lt;br /&gt;And it might look good to taste (And it might look good to taste)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could get sick (ick)&lt;br /&gt;Real quick (ick)&lt;br /&gt;Real sick real ... ick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you put it in your mouth (uh uh)&lt;br /&gt;Till you ask someone you love (that's right)&lt;br /&gt;If it's okay to eat (if it's okay to eat)&lt;br /&gt;Like a muffin or a beet (like a muffin or a beet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know just what it is,&lt;br /&gt;Remember boys and girls,&lt;br /&gt;Don't put it in your mouthhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always ask someone you know before you put it in your mouth.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6291/508/320/455443/HPIM1545.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vyl5Mwr84MA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vyl5Mwr84MA&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/7890427-116899787162045186?l=earrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/feeds/116899787162045186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890427&amp;postID=116899787162045186' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/116899787162045186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/116899787162045186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/2007/01/why-do-you-think-mommy-or-daddy-always.html' title='Why do you think Mommy or Daddy always tells you don&apos;t put that in your mouth? Let&apos;s find out!'/><author><name>~Jedda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828643578209781617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890427.post-116874960471312946</id><published>2007-01-13T22:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T22:42:46.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>=o</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6291/508/1600/735480/HPIM1199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6291/508/400/589535/HPIM1199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6291/508/1600/319483/HPIM1199.jpg"&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Only in Outdoor School...) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890427-116874960471312946?l=earrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/feeds/116874960471312946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890427&amp;postID=116874960471312946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/116874960471312946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/116874960471312946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/2007/01/o.html' title='=o'/><author><name>~Jedda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828643578209781617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890427.post-116788334185892744</id><published>2007-01-03T21:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T22:02:21.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6291/508/1600/981502/HPIM1129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6291/508/400/788319/HPIM1129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmhmm. Eat it.&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;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;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;Don't forget the boots, too.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There, Nathan. I updated. Happy? I thought so.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890427-116788334185892744?l=earrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/feeds/116788334185892744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890427&amp;postID=116788334185892744' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/116788334185892744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/116788334185892744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/2007/01/eh.html' title='Eh?'/><author><name>~Jedda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828643578209781617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890427.post-116459985983341396</id><published>2006-11-26T21:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T07:31:43.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tadaa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6291/508/1600/903709/HPIM1975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6291/508/320/17651/HPIM1975.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm back from Val Marie, Saskatchewan. I took a lot of pictures. Here are some of them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me wearing a respirator... --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a sunrise before going to work.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6291/508/400/364535/HPIM2035.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This is right before Prairie Dog mapping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6291/508/1600/941651/HPIM2047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 453px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 598px" height="533" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6291/508/400/661372/HPIM2047.jpg" width="477" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And this is a lot of cacti..... &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6291/508/400/391763/HPIM2059.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have more pictures, but if you want to see them, you have to come to my house. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Very lovely. Very lovely indeed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890427-116459985983341396?l=earrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/feeds/116459985983341396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890427&amp;postID=116459985983341396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/116459985983341396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/116459985983341396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/2006/11/tadaa_26.html' title='Tadaa!'/><author><name>~Jedda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828643578209781617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890427.post-116371526603340949</id><published>2006-11-16T16:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T16:14:26.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Outdoor School has been SO awesome. I'm currently in Val Marie, Saskatchewan (not even an hour away from the U.S./Canada border). Reason? I'm working with a partnership program with Grasslands National Park and Prairie Learning Center. So I've been working at least 8 hours a day doing fairly weird jobs...I've been doing seed cleaning, Prarie Dog mapping, workshopping (if that's a word, but we're designing our own workshop), and being boreding. The population of Val Marie is about 130 and they watch a movie on Fridays and Saturdays for fun (one movie, two showings.) It's funny cause I don't even watch movies...Oh well. It's busy during the day, but during the evening, Kj (my partner who is here) and I basically listen to music, have baths, play keyboard...and sleep. Cooking too, but it usually doesn't take that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always windy here...Yesterday, I was in the Grasslands National Park (GNP) and this buck deer started walking towards me from a distance. It came closer and closer and my supervisor radioed me and was like "Jenna..watch that deer.." It was kinda creepy, but not long after she radioed me, it bounced off. Deer a fun to watch, they just kinda bounce a lot...anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random mental note: You know those old western movies with barren land and nothing but tumble-weed and abandoned buildings? That's what it's like here. Yes, there is tumbleweed (and it gets caught in bike tires, so I hear), many of the buildings here are closed down, the roads aren't even paved, there's almost no one around, it's always windy so things are always creaking or slamming or something, and since it's almost winter, it's been getting dark a lot quicker. On the bright side, there's no snow yet but it still gets pretty chilly. Anyway, life has been very, very interesting here...I hope to hear from whoever reads this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890427-116371526603340949?l=earrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/feeds/116371526603340949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890427&amp;postID=116371526603340949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/116371526603340949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/116371526603340949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/2006/11/outdoor-school-has-been-so-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>~Jedda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828643578209781617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890427.post-116206957077289449</id><published>2006-10-28T15:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T07:32:23.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been very busy. I think Nathan is more at my house than I am. He's right behind me in the process. He's happy because this hasn't happened before. "You're like my best friend." Wait, he went to go answer the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;"Well. One thing about losing my glasses, looking at you guys is more tolerable!"&lt;br /&gt;-Nathan Wolfe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laughed. He thinks he's funny. El gaspo. "Haha, what? What's el gaspo? Okay, stop doing that. Quit quoting me! That's it, I'm going to jump out the window! Problem is, we're in the basement. Wow, you're a fast typer, will you stop that?! *munch munch*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out. Fare thee well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890427-116206957077289449?l=earrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/feeds/116206957077289449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890427&amp;postID=116206957077289449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/116206957077289449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/116206957077289449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/2006/10/ive-been-very-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>~Jedda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828643578209781617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890427.post-116053926456365568</id><published>2006-10-10T22:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T22:01:04.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There, Nathan. Here's your post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890427-116053926456365568?l=earrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/feeds/116053926456365568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890427&amp;postID=116053926456365568' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/116053926456365568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/116053926456365568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/2006/10/there-nathan.html' title=''/><author><name>~Jedda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828643578209781617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890427.post-115717516212984421</id><published>2006-09-01T23:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T23:34:30.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summah</title><content type='html'>&lt;font&gt;Summer is over...it was awesome while it lasted. My summer was really really really busy and I thought I should update everyone on what I was doing and stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Well like, 2 days after school got out, most of my family (aside from Luke and James) took off to Southern Ontario. It was...4-5 day drive (I can't really remember exactly..they kinda all blurred into one.)..so yeah, I was there for like, 11 days...I visited a bunch of relitives on my dad's side. I actually really really really enjoyed it. I guess if I had really wanted to, I could've stayed home, but I didn't want to, and I'm glad I didn't stay home. So yeah, after that, we went through the northern-ish states (dem crazy emericans) to Manitoba where I was at a conference thing...so I met a bunch of people and that was pretty cool. (That lasted for like, 3 days)..After that, I went home (and drove for like, 4 hours =D)..We also passed through "Melfart" and stopped by Extra Foods, but we never saw anyone we knew =(..so that was unfortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I stayed home for a week-ish...then I took off to camp for two weeks. The first week, I was a counsellor with Tammy and I had only 3 girls in my cabin (it was a small week..). Brooke, Veronica, and Cassie...That went really well. I was friends with all the other counsellors and we had a great time...The second week I was a camper at a youth camp (even though everyone thought I was a counsellor anyway)..I played Billy that week and I was in Karina and Kristi's cabin. It was the best. I had also sprained my ankle like, twice at camp..so it was puffy and stuff, but I kept walking on it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I went back home for a few days..then I took off again to a small college in Northern Alberta (KBI) for a conference. From there, about 30ish people ages 12 to 23 all went on a bus on a trip to Calgary and Banff, Alberta...I had the time of my life. We climbed the mountain (if you wanna call it 'climbed'..there was like, a trail =P) and then we rode down in the Gondola...so yeah. It was awesome. I forget which mountian, it starts with a S if you wanna know...maybe Sulfur Mountain or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..so after that I came home and had like, a day or two to relax..then I had a birthday party...I just invited a bunch of people to hang out and they did..so yeah. It was so much fun =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I had like, a few days again..and then school started. I'm actually looking forward to school this year because I'm in a program called Outdoor School. It's sooo awesome .. but we're gonna be on lots of trips and stuff...so yeah. It's so fun so far and I love it..so if I randomly disappear, that's probably why...Anyway, yeah. I'm running out of time so goodbye to anyone who actually still comes to my blog..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890427-115717516212984421?l=earrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/feeds/115717516212984421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890427&amp;postID=115717516212984421' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/115717516212984421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/115717516212984421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/2006/09/summah.html' title='Summah'/><author><name>~Jedda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828643578209781617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890427.post-114282238445034568</id><published>2006-03-19T20:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T20:39:44.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomess</title><content type='html'>Yeah. Randomess. Even though that isn't really a word. So Nathan called and told me to put another quote on my blog. Besides that, I'm looking forward to a whole lot of sleep and such. Woot. Hmm...gotta get more quotes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;"Suddenly, the door knocked. Now, I bet you were wondering where that door came from, and that has a simple answer. You see, this door came from Indonesia (which is the capital of Gigglyspam) to see the latest in tennish shoes. I bet you didn't know that Indonesia was the capital of Gigglyspam. Neither did the other James."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word of the day:&lt;br /&gt;Foncused (Fon - que - z'd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The equivalent to 'Confused', except, of course, with the C and F switched. Cause that's just Jenna being Jenna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890427-114282238445034568?l=earrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/feeds/114282238445034568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890427&amp;postID=114282238445034568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/114282238445034568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/114282238445034568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/2006/03/randomess.html' title='Randomess'/><author><name>~Jedda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828643578209781617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890427.post-114161737449521191</id><published>2006-03-05T21:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T21:56:14.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo</title><content type='html'>I dedicate this post to Nathan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Really, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's his birthday...He's 22 now! I think. Maybe 21. Wait, no, 22. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd sing appy birthday to you in french on here, but I don't know how to type french. Next time you see me, ask me to say it, cause after all, je ne parle pas francais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh...hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;Appy birthday to you (whoo)&lt;br /&gt;Appy birthday to you (whoo)&lt;br /&gt;Appy birthday dear Nathannnnn....(My new best friend..!)&lt;br /&gt;Appy birthday to yooooou. (..whoo?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. Now you can show your friends at work that I do, in fact, update my blog every few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Almost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote Of The Day (Or Year): "I've always had a hard time picturing hamsters in the wild. I get this mental image of a horde of them devouring a cow or something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yap. Indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890427-114161737449521191?l=earrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/feeds/114161737449521191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890427&amp;postID=114161737449521191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/114161737449521191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/114161737449521191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/2006/03/yo.html' title='Yo'/><author><name>~Jedda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828643578209781617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890427.post-111978750301031373</id><published>2005-06-26T05:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T06:09:11.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll never guess...</title><content type='html'>I actually made a new post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary, ehh? You all thought I was dead, DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo! I'm not! I'm so proud..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, lots of things happened since my last post, I'll tell of one memory in particular...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that don't know, I work (volunteer...so no pay) at my local hospital. There's so many stories from the years that I have worked there, but this particular story wasn't about AT the hospital, but on the way to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;This week that I'm thinking of, I was on my bike on the way to the hospital on a Friday, for the year was just wrapping up and I was going for a "Volunteer Appreciation for Volunteers" (Duh). Well, anyway, on the way to the hospital, I can take two routes (both of which we go by a local reserve). One route is where you go on a road...until you get to the hospital, and one where you go 'off-road' to get to the hospital. I wanted to be gimpy, so I took the off-road one, which had many bushes, bugs, and...bumps. It's actually quite fun to bike on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was gaining speed to go over all the dips and slopes, when behind a bush, a little girl on a pink bike stopped me. She never even said hi, or sorry, or excuse me.&lt;br /&gt;"When you see those boys, tell them to not beat me up," was the first thing she said. I was thinking, "Awwwwwww...Poor girl". I never actually saw any 'boys', but looking beyond her, I saw a bunch of 'boys' who seemed all like they were about 8-10 or 11 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, being the friendly and kind person I am (haha...), I helped her find her brother, who was just (guestimation of) 100 meters away. Then she told him that 'a lady' (while pointing to me) helped her stay away from the 'boys'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel old. She called me a lady. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Then I went to the hospital and saw friends and hung out and ate brownies and sugar and ice cream. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see...I can't really think of much else I did. Except it's been so weird at school, I'm becoming friends with the 'group' of people who are like, mohawked, and...basically are described as strange. Funny how I fit in so well, ehh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it's like to walk around a mall with a guy who has a mohawk spiked up almost a foot long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got the weirdest looks. The guy told me that he supposively made a little kid cry just by the kid looking at him. Then there were the more 'un-shy' little kids who would just stare at him, with the occasional one laughing. People are so mean to him though, too. Once, he told me he went to St. Mary's High School (a High School where I live) and people were laughing at him and saying "Go back to the circus, you freak!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x.x People are so mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! With that positive point (note the sarcasm), I'll head off because this is getting long and I'm rambling over nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ow, you got bugspray in my eyes."&lt;br /&gt;"QUICK! Rub it off on the concrete!!"&lt;br /&gt;"It's not working!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Word of the day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exoitment - (Ex - oyt - ment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Newsboys fans will probably know what this word means. It's basically 'Excitement' with an Austrailian accent. I obviously cannot take credit for this word, but hey, it's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thought of the day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would &lt;em&gt;your &lt;/em&gt;reaction be if you were awarded The Good Eater Award™?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fwaping. Oh, I showed the Melfartians my backwards arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890427-111978750301031373?l=earrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/feeds/111978750301031373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890427&amp;postID=111978750301031373' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/111978750301031373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/111978750301031373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/2005/06/youll-never-guess.html' title='You&apos;ll never guess...'/><author><name>~Jedda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828643578209781617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890427.post-110918555131370106</id><published>2005-02-23T12:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T13:05:51.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm at school. Again.</title><content type='html'>Hey ay hey..Fresh rye bread...That came out of the depths of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as you can see, I'm at school. Again. I never seem to find the time at home to do my blogs, and I haven't got in trouble for doing them here. Yet. Oh well, only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while ago, I came back from Alberta at KBI. I guess it was fun, I was kind of lonely though. There was no one I was friends with there except for like, people that used to live in PA or people that I just...knew. Which is like, no one. It was kind of a drag, but hey, I survived. (I was listening to music most of the time...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back from Alberta, we stopped at Creation Celebration. We didn't even really know that we were going there till that morning. (It was never confirmed.) Anyway, that was pretty good although I wasn't there for most of the time and I didn't learn too much more about Creation. I got to see Elly, Essy, Prentis, Misty, and other PAers that I knew. Hey you guys! *Waves* That was good to see everyone again, y'know like, with the gang all there. Hoorae! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was pretty cool. I went to my old school (PACI) and I got to see people that I haven't seen in forever. It was also John (B), Josh (B), Kim (W), and Tynera's birthday. T'was quite cool actually even thought I didn't get invited to any of the parties. Oh well, it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bell is gonna go in 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thought of the Day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I get to know guys...the more I like dogs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is a special quote from Chris(tal) herself!!:) I can't take care of dead people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Word of the Day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limey Limey Limey... (Lye - me - lye - me - lye - me)&lt;br /&gt;Although this is actually three words, it is the famous words of Shatleigh during a Bible study. T'was weird, we were all playing a board game, and she said that out of nowhere in a singy-song kind of voice. It sounded so...blond! It was great...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE TEN MINUTES! WEEEE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi oi oi !~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890427-110918555131370106?l=earrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/feeds/110918555131370106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890427&amp;postID=110918555131370106' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/110918555131370106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/110918555131370106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-at-school-again.html' title='I&apos;m at school. Again.'/><author><name>~Jedda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828643578209781617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890427.post-110814809735619919</id><published>2005-02-11T12:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T12:54:57.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiiiiii</title><content type='html'>I'm at school right now, I don't know if I'm allowed to be on blogspot.com on these computers, so oops, if I'm not allowed. I'm bored, people are signing abe up for junk that he wouldn't like. (Covergirl, funnyjunk) cause he's a liar. And I'm bored. I'll probably post in here a lot more, from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thought of the Day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate math.&lt;br /&gt;With a passion. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why procrastinate today when you can procrastinate tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Word of the Day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robatussion eh (Robe - a - tuss - in - ay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robatussion eh is the appropriate responce to the greeting 'Buckley's yo'. "Normal" people usually just smile and nod, but I reccomend that you use the correct response.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890427-110814809735619919?l=earrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/feeds/110814809735619919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890427&amp;postID=110814809735619919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/110814809735619919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/110814809735619919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/2005/02/hiiiiii.html' title='Hiiiiii'/><author><name>~Jedda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828643578209781617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890427.post-110645622131269006</id><published>2005-01-22T22:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T22:57:01.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a COG</title><content type='html'>You're probably wondering, "What's a COG?"&lt;br /&gt;COG is an acronym:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;hild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;f&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;od&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...Last night, I had a sleepover with two friends (KJ and Charity) and we went to a concert (Angela, Amy, and Chris.. and I forget their last name, but they're good at singing and guitar), and on Saturday (today), Charity, KJ, and I went to a girls conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put it lightly, it was awesome beyond words. :) I'm tired though. I should like, sleep. Anyway, I met awesome people at the girls conference. The weird part of the whole thing was that my brother was there (go figure) ... he was running the sound o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A NEW NICKNAME! Jenncog. :) Or call me whatever you want, becaue that's what everyone else does. I'm not even bugged by being called Jenny anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Word of The Day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buckley's yo (Buck- lee - z - yoh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buckley's yo will can also mean Jabaladoeh, except, when Buckley's yo is used, the polite way to respond is Robatussion ehh. (See Robatussion ehh.) Buckley's yo originated from the classic cough medicine "Buckley's". When James always had his greeting, "Morning," I wanted a greeting as well, but not "Afternoon" because that's just like, being normal. So, we came up with Buckley's yo. (Note: Normal people just nod their head and smile when I greet them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thought of the Day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teach me guitar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come be a loner with me! Then we'll all be loners together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890427-110645622131269006?l=earrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/feeds/110645622131269006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890427&amp;postID=110645622131269006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/110645622131269006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/110645622131269006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-cog.html' title='I&apos;m a COG'/><author><name>~Jedda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828643578209781617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890427.post-110601903397130021</id><published>2005-01-17T21:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T21:30:33.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Okay, I didn't know what to post in my blog, so I'll post in my blog me asking Max what I should post in my blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: i shall make another entry.. any suggestions of creative ideas? possibly?&lt;br /&gt;Max: hmmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;Max: talk about the never stopping yelling moths&lt;br /&gt;Max: some guy wz a phyco and he wz shooting moths out from under a street light bc they wouldent stop yelling @ him&lt;br /&gt;Me: :O :O :O&lt;br /&gt;Max: mmhmm&lt;br /&gt;Me: funky..&lt;br /&gt;Me: but i don't know anything about moths&lt;br /&gt;Max: lol awwww&lt;br /&gt;Max: meh there small cute an fuzzy&lt;br /&gt;Me: wewt&lt;br /&gt;Me: just like... bunnies!&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...cept bunnies have ears and moths don't&lt;br /&gt;Max: they have annteni wich is close enough&lt;br /&gt;Me: but are they EARS? dun dun dunnnnnn&lt;br /&gt;Max: mmhmm&lt;br /&gt;Max: thas ears 4 bugs&lt;br /&gt;Me: so, moths have antennas, which substitute for ears,bunnies have ears, which subsitute for antennas...&lt;br /&gt;but bunnies noses twitch&lt;br /&gt;Max: yeah but moths bodies twich wich is 2X the size of a bunnies nose&lt;br /&gt;Me: BUT moths bodies twitch when they run into the light which zaps them, and they die anyway&lt;br /&gt;Me: UNLIKE A BUNNY&lt;br /&gt;Me: *wonders what i'm trying to prove*&lt;br /&gt;Max: lol&lt;br /&gt;Max: a bunnie will fry if u put it up to a light bulb (not that i know from experience)&lt;br /&gt;Me: LOL&lt;br /&gt;Me: aawww... poor bunny... i have a bunnie named fluffy&lt;br /&gt;Me: but she ran away a year ago&lt;br /&gt;Me: and she's probably dead&lt;br /&gt;Me: &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: i never tried to fry her with a lightbulb&lt;br /&gt;Max: lol good 4 u&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: i should just enter some of this convo for my entry today xP&lt;br /&gt;Max: lol u should&lt;br /&gt;Max: thad b fun&lt;br /&gt;Me: yessums&lt;br /&gt;Max: u makeing it now?&lt;br /&gt;Me: yessums&lt;br /&gt;Max: yay im gonna b a star in ur journal&lt;br /&gt;Me: wewt!&lt;br /&gt;Me: you'll have like... TWO WHOLE FANS!! XDXDXD... (no one really reads my blog xP)&lt;br /&gt;Max: SWEET THAS 2 MORE FANS THAN I USED TO HAVE&lt;br /&gt;Max: lol&lt;br /&gt;Me: WEWT&lt;br /&gt;Me: how many DO you have?&lt;br /&gt;Max: 1/2&lt;br /&gt;Me: lol!!&lt;br /&gt;Max: mmhm&lt;br /&gt;Me: that's awesome! i doubt i have ANY fans&lt;br /&gt;Max: u have 2&lt;br /&gt;Max:lol&lt;br /&gt;Me: are you SURE?&lt;br /&gt;Max: and me makes 2 and 1/56234635632565767834566275256800&lt;br /&gt;Me: wewt&lt;br /&gt;Me: lol&lt;br /&gt;Max: wewt wewt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Word of the Day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jabaladoeh - (Jab-a-lad-oh-ay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This word means "Hey" or "Hello" or "Buckley's yo" (See Buckley's yo), ec cetera. It isn't as popular with me as it used to be, but it is still used once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;Slang terms: "Jab" or "Jabby"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not gonna fool anyone but me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thought of the Day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If pop is an acid that can dissolve steel (nails) over a period of time, and can actually harm a human if it's used in huge amounts, then why do they call it "a softdrink"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890427-110601903397130021?l=earrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/feeds/110601903397130021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890427&amp;postID=110601903397130021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/110601903397130021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/110601903397130021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/2005/01/okay-i-didnt-know-what-to-post-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>~Jedda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828643578209781617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890427.post-110593066519593631</id><published>2005-01-16T20:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T21:02:23.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lassie The Wonder Cow (and Littler Billy AND Jimmy)</title><content type='html'>Once, this guy's friend's great uncle's second cousin twice removed bought a hamster from his friend's neice's fiance's great grandmother's friend... owned a cow. This was no ordinary cow; she was Lassie The Wonder Cow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Lucy and Little Timmy were out playing. Then suddenly Lucy came running to Lassie,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Little Timmy fell down the well&lt;/em&gt;!" she said, breathlessly.&lt;br /&gt;Lassie took instant action.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Moo!&lt;/em&gt;" Lassie flew over to the well and looked in.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Moo&lt;/em&gt;," Lassie called down the well. Lassie jumped into the well to save Little Timmy, but only resulted in crushing and killing him.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Owwie!&lt;/em&gt;" exclaimed Little Timmy, "&lt;em&gt;Bad Lassie&lt;/em&gt;!" and with his last breath he breathed in death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rescuers tried day and night to get Lassie out, but she was just too heavy. She continually mooed at them to keep trying, but they eventually had to give up.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I'm so sorry Lassie&lt;/em&gt;," Lucy said sympathetically, looking down the well.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Moo?&lt;/em&gt;" asked Lassie.&lt;br /&gt;Lucy started to cry as the butcher headed down the well with his knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Two - Littler Billy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Littler Billy, who was Little Timmy's younger brother who was this guy's friend's great uncle's second cousin twice removed bought a hamster from his friend's neice's fiance's great grandmother's friend's cow's friend was sitting in his bedroom mourning over the death of his older brother, Little Timmy.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;A COW SAT ON MY BIG BROTHER!&lt;/em&gt;" Littler Billy wailed, when suddenly, a penguin flew into his room through the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Litter Billy loved penguins; He even had penguin wallpaper, so he immediately stopped crying.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Pretty birdie&lt;/em&gt;!" he exclaimed. He slowly moved towards it, wanting to pet it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The penguin suddenly squawked and flew out the window. Littler Billy liked it so much, he flew out the window, too. He was soaring through the air just like the penguin when suddenly he realized he couldn't fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do, so anyways, Littler Billy came down, swimming like a brick through the air. Arms flailing, legs kicking and voice screaming. He screamed for what seemed like an hour. Then he got bored and stopped, so he just fell silently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fell some more. :) Until finally, he hit the ground!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SPLAT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I was just kidding. He landed on the picket fence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"POP!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'm kidding... He landed in the well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SPLASH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Three - Jimmy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy, the older brother of Littler Billy, and Little Timmy who was this guy's friend's great uncle's second cousin twice removed bought a hamster from his friend's neice's fiance's great grandmother's friend was having very mixed feelings about the death of his two brothers.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH, my brother fell down a well and died... and my other brother got sat on by a cow that I just ate 20 minutes ago,&lt;/em&gt;" wailed Jimmy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy suddenly stopped crying and started laughing. "&lt;em&gt;Now I never have to worry about them bugging me. I'm free! FREE!&lt;/em&gt;" but Jimmy started realizing something else, "&lt;em&gt;Who am I going to play with now?&lt;/em&gt;" Jimmy started wailing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, Jimmy stopped crying and went over to the well to get some water for supper. As he lowered the bucket, something crashed into the bucket and he accidently let go of the rope. The bucket went tumbling down the well. Jimmy strugged to grab the rope. When he finally got hold of it, the weight of the bucket swept him off his feet, and he went headfirst into the well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the bottom of the well, in the depths of darkness and dispair, he heard voices,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Hellooooooooooo&lt;/em&gt;," the voices said.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Help me&lt;/em&gt;!" Jimmy screamed, terrified.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;You'll never get out alive&lt;/em&gt;," the voices said.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Leave me alone!&lt;/em&gt;" Jimmy yelled into the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Aw... You're so mean&lt;/em&gt;," Littler Billy punched Jimmy on the nose.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;AHH, IT'S A GHOST!!"&lt;/em&gt; Jimmy has a heart attack and dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay...It was a little overboard...My friend Nikki and I wrote that story...She handed it in to her English teacher for an assignment. 100%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, don't ask me what happened at the last chaper thingy.. I never wrote that part and I never really understood it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to write in my blog more often and to have a&lt;br /&gt;1. Word of the day (Made by me) and it's origin.&lt;br /&gt;2. Quote of the day.&lt;br /&gt;3. Thought of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be serious, and it may be another Lassie The Wonder Cow story... If you be nice, I'll spare you those...And I think this is all that I'll say today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Word of the Day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jabalado (Jab-a-lad-oh):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means... I don't know what it means. It's the root words for things such as Jabaladoweee and Jabaladoeh. It came from my friend Toby on MSN... He was typing things like "alskdhglashg" and such, and it just turned out as Jabalado. I can unforunately not take credit for this word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my advice... I don't ever use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thought of the Day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who'd name their kid Little Timmy?? And how could he ever fall down the well in the first place... MAYBE LUCY PUSHED HIM DOWN... I can see it now, "Lucy, the Little Timmy Killer"&lt;br /&gt;Teehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, long post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890427-110593066519593631?l=earrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/feeds/110593066519593631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890427&amp;postID=110593066519593631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/110593066519593631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/110593066519593631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/2005/01/lassie-wonder-cow-and-littler-billy.html' title='Lassie The Wonder Cow (and Littler Billy AND Jimmy)'/><author><name>~Jedda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828643578209781617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890427.post-110376148263992806</id><published>2004-12-22T17:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T18:24:42.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Plan Kidnap Quebec</title><content type='html'>I made up a word... "Braggart". It was supposed to mean "One who brags," but then, to my disappointment, I found out it was already made.. Which ruined my fun when me and Nikki started calling Abe a braggart...Hmm... In Social at school, we were talking about things that happened in Canada and what was fair and not...People were asking, "Is it fair that Quebec tried to leave Canada?" and after a quick discussion, me and my friend came to the conclusion that it wasn't, in fact, fair. Quebecians ARE Canada. And such. I guess. So we thought we'd kidnap Quebec so they couldn't leave Canada... (Which explains my name)... And I think I should write a song about that... Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today was the last day of school for this year!! Wewt! I'm looking foreward to it, even though I'll be VERY bored... ah, I'll survive.. Anyway, look! I updated my blog.. WITHIN THE MONTH.. I think.. Right? Man, this is weird... I'd better be careful, or this will turn into a pattern ;) We'll see...&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas if I don't write in this until... Christmas! XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day: If you had a stalker, would they follow you if you climbed to the top of Mount Everest even though it's hard to stalk someone on a mountain?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890427-110376148263992806?l=earrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/feeds/110376148263992806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890427&amp;postID=110376148263992806' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/110376148263992806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/110376148263992806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/2004/12/plan-kidnap-quebec.html' title='The Plan Kidnap Quebec'/><author><name>~Jedda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828643578209781617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890427.post-110213986945358520</id><published>2004-12-03T23:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T23:57:49.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My eyeballs are going to fall out.</title><content type='html'>Yo. I like, never write in here... Maybe I should more often. Maybe I will. Maybe I won't. Well, what's new with me? Probably lots of things since I last wrote in here. I still haven't got lost at school (heehee...) and I've been making lotsa new friends. There has been a few problems and all, but I think I've got it all settled out...For now, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;It's cold outside. There's snow. Ice. Snow...Maybe all the Prince Albertians and Melfartians should all retreat to Florida this Christmas and have intellectual conversations with communist smurfs.&lt;br /&gt;Or we can just stay in Saskatchewan and freeze to death :) (Which is probably more likely to happen)&lt;br /&gt;It's been weird... Like, at school, I liked all my teachers, except for two. There was one teacher I couldn't STAND!! She seriously drove me insane. I'm SO grateful that everyone (not just me but EVERYONE) got transferred to a new class.&lt;br /&gt;God answers prayer... Heehee... Its amazing how things work out, even the simplist things, too.&lt;br /&gt;I also remember saying one day "I want to learn how to play bass guitar." I think that was a little bit before the summer of 2004. Now I play bass in the Y Band!! ^___^ It's been awesome. Some things in my life have been going REALLY great. For example, there's been a few people I never really got along with... And I ended up talking to them and stuff. Now we talk, and are kind of "friends", but it's WAY better than before.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this is like, getting long... And I havn't even really said anything. How amazing. :)&lt;br /&gt;I have had various nicknames in the past: "The Girl With No Leg, Cripple, Click-Stomp, Crutches, Jedda, Jen, Ear, Rae, Fuzzy, etc" and am now known as "The Queer Typer." I don't know what I just said that... But I did. So there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day: What would you do if a Communist Smurf came to your house and stole all your favorite socks and kidnapped them to Bulgaria to sell them to a terrorist who makes yo-yo's for a living that smuggled them through the Underground Railroad to China to sell to the Rice Farmer who uses them for fertilizer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890427-110213986945358520?l=earrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/feeds/110213986945358520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890427&amp;postID=110213986945358520' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/110213986945358520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/110213986945358520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-eyeballs-are-going-to-fall-out.html' title='My eyeballs are going to fall out.'/><author><name>~Jedda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828643578209781617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890427.post-109606450371353941</id><published>2004-09-24T16:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T16:21:43.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jabaladoeh!!</title><content type='html'>Hiiiiiiiiiiii, what's up? HAHA YOU CAN'T TALK.. but I can. Weeee... I havn't written in here forever. I'll update stuff a lil bit. I started high school, (Carlton) and it's kinda huge the first week... but you get used to it a really fast. I met a bunch of kewl people and saw other people a lot more.  Hmm... I don't know what else to say right now, so I'll just leave it at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day: Could cows ever quack if they tried really hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890427-109606450371353941?l=earrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/feeds/109606450371353941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890427&amp;postID=109606450371353941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/109606450371353941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/109606450371353941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/2004/09/jabaladoeh.html' title='Jabaladoeh!!'/><author><name>~Jedda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828643578209781617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890427.post-109323731170495959</id><published>2004-08-22T22:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T23:01:51.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoorae!</title><content type='html'>Hewwo!! A Hayaboosamoogio wouldn't be able to think of Eerknga Hayaboosamoogio Jabaladoweee. Hayaboosamoogio = A person with no idea.. Sai (and me kinda) made those words up lol. Today I ate something... like fried bannok but the name of it was long and German and I didn't understand it. It tasted good... Then I babysat alllllll day for my cousins and their friends... it was kinda fun, but I didn't get a present for Chris yet... I'll do that tomorrow... Maybe.. Considering it's her birthday... It's mine in 2 days! woot! =) wee...Right now I'm talking to Dave about rats and chinchillas... wow, how bored can you get? =) oh well, I get used to it... Lol, anyway, it's getting late, g'night =)... Sweet dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day: Can you OverDose on coffee? O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890427-109323731170495959?l=earrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/feeds/109323731170495959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890427&amp;postID=109323731170495959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/109323731170495959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/109323731170495959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/2004/08/hoorae.html' title='Hoorae!'/><author><name>~Jedda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828643578209781617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890427.post-109313754766884699</id><published>2004-08-21T19:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T19:19:07.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3 More Days</title><content type='html'>YAY! 3 Days til I'm 14 ^.^ Oh oh oh oh oh!! Here's a new word! Hayaboosamoogio.. I think it means person with no idea... Sai made it up. Oh! And there's also Chinchillasnats, James made that one =). I got back from my canoe trip yesterday... At least I think it was yesterday. I saw a TON of people that I havn't seen in a loooong time. I made new friends and I learned a LOT the time I was there. Unfortunatly, it was very cold on the trip.. haha, here's a quote I'll never forget. In the tent, during like, the middle of the night, Christal rolled over and she was like "Jenna... are you awake?" "Yep.." "I have hypothermia... No wait.. If I had hypothermia, then I'd be warm" Heehee.. That's always great. That's where I became friends with Lois. And I saw Christie, Christie-Ann(e), Christie, Amy, Lisa, Esther, Karina, Christal, Yo (aka Tim aka Banana), and there were like, 2 other Tims.. and there was also James, Jenna, Erica, Pack-Pack, Alex, Keywatin, Ken, Steve, Ben, Curtis, Chris, and... Kara, Kathy, Kimberly, Caleb, Wade, Kyle... and I can't remember anyone else right now. Anyway, James and Steve made a DVD of the trip, so yeah, that's awesome! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day: I most likely won't get a Chinchilla for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890427-109313754766884699?l=earrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/feeds/109313754766884699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890427&amp;postID=109313754766884699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/109313754766884699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/109313754766884699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/2004/08/3-more-days.html' title='3 More Days'/><author><name>~Jedda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828643578209781617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890427.post-109262574251815107</id><published>2004-08-15T20:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T21:09:02.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jabaladoweeeeeeeeee </title><content type='html'>'ello, 'ello, suuuuuup? Today is Sunday, and I'm leaving for my canoe trip tomorrow =). I'm pretty much over my cold... So it'll all be good. A bunch of friends of mine are going too, so it's gonna be so awesome! I don't know how many days it is... I don't keep track of current affairs :P And I don't have any clean laundry... So I gotta wash it tomorrow and dry it before I leave lol, so I gotta get up real early.. I'm kinda bored.. Just telling everyone that I'm gonna be gone a few days... Lol, last time I went, everyone got sunburnt SO bad :P including me.. and I got a nice tan.. woot =) and... my birthday is like, in 9 days! =) but school is coming up soon, and I'm starting a new school.. High School, yay! Hmm.. I wonder what I should do for my birthday. That's the thought of the day, I'll sign off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day: What should I do for my birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890427-109262574251815107?l=earrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/feeds/109262574251815107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890427&amp;postID=109262574251815107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/109262574251815107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/109262574251815107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/2004/08/jabaladoweeeeeeeeee.html' title='Jabaladoweeeeeeeeee '/><author><name>~Jedda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828643578209781617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890427.post-109236514623315263</id><published>2004-08-12T20:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T20:45:46.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiii =)</title><content type='html'>Hey, sup? Wait... You don't answer. Anyways, I guess I had a pretty good day today. I woke up, and I was actually not half dead! Go figure... My cold is going away slowly, but I still don't feel the best... Ah, well, I visited Tynera today, and I havn't seen her since like, school got out.. and I babysat a girl who's really cool... And I had a nice talk with a really good friend of mine. (Not that anyone cares, lol) Hmm... Oh yeah, I saw a friend I've known all my life, but she moved, and then she moved back... so yeah =) hmm... And I'm very content =) =) =) so yepperz... That's all, and goodnight =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890427-109236514623315263?l=earrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/feeds/109236514623315263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890427&amp;postID=109236514623315263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/109236514623315263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/109236514623315263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/2004/08/hiii.html' title='Hiii =)'/><author><name>~Jedda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828643578209781617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890427.post-109208091073595244</id><published>2004-08-09T13:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T13:48:30.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Coming =)</title><content type='html'>Hey! Sup? =P My Birthday's coming up! Woot! ^.^ Unfortunatly, so is school =( so I'm kinda happy and sad at the same time. By the way, my name is Jenna, but my online friends call me Pengy... and my friends in real life call me Jedda or Jen or Ear or whatever they want to call me =P. Right now, I have a cold *sniff* and I'm bored... because I can't go anywhere and I miss all my friends cause I havn't seen most of them... =( *sighs* oh well... This Is Summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890427-109208091073595244?l=earrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/feeds/109208091073595244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890427&amp;postID=109208091073595244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/109208091073595244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/109208091073595244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/2004/08/birthday-coming.html' title='Birthday Coming =)'/><author><name>~Jedda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828643578209781617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890427.post-109192457784662222</id><published>2004-08-07T18:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T13:40:05.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post -- EVER! :O</title><content type='html'>Hii! Well it's my first entry... First of all, Who am I? Good question, eh? Well... as you can probably see, Ear is everywhere on my site. Am I obsessed with ears? Lets hope not... Actually, it says Ear because I couldn't think of any other name that I could use. Ear is my middle name backwards (Rae, if you havn't figured it out) and it is the name that my brother calls me. I am unfortunatly not very creative but -- oop.. suppertime... bad timing to start this :P You'll get to know me for the past ... however long it takes for me to make this. So peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890427-109192457784662222?l=earrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/feeds/109192457784662222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890427&amp;postID=109192457784662222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/109192457784662222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890427/posts/default/109192457784662222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earrae.blogspot.com/2004/08/first-post-ever-o.html' title='First Post -- EVER! :O'/><author><name>~Jedda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828643578209781617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
