<?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-13380535</id><updated>2011-11-13T06:57:51.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The grass withereth, the flower fadeth:</title><subtitle type='html'>but the Word of our God shall stand forever. -Isaiah 40:8</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Raggedy Anna Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245129077147372047</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>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13380535.post-115716419647549336</id><published>2006-09-01T19:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T15:17:31.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WHATUP?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;hunderd years after my last post, I am finally deciding it is time for me to update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing as my last post was in january and I can't remember things that happened around then, I will tell you about my summer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 10th: I quit my job at the Janesville "Oasis Family Restaurant"..and here's the story....so...one day I went into work and AFTER my dad dropped me off and drove away, my boss told me that they "didn't need me" because it "wasn't that busy" well...I looked around and there were at least 3 tables not cleared off and 2 that were cleared but not wiped...and there were also about 6 tables full of people (which is pretty good for a friday night)...so the next day I went in and I asked him if it was time for me to get a job, because it was pretty obvious that I wasn't wanted there....lo and behold, my boss said that that's what he was trying to get me to do...(ouch)...of course, out of curiousity I asked "WHY?"...he said.."Anna, I honestly can say that you are the best worker that we have here, but for some reason, Frankie (the owner) doesn't like you, and he wants you gone."OOOOUUUUUUCCCCCHHHHH, dude...OUCH!! Sooo...the next day I put in my two weeks notice and that was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 19th-30th: Our church youth group went on a missions trip to Quebec, Canada....and I will describe that in 4 words....interesting, fun, tense, and long. I don't really remember much of it but we did have an AWESOME time...for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some sunday in July: Pastor Stevens proclaimed to the church that he is resigning and he and his family are moving to watertown....SAD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 18th-21st: I counseled at Camp Jubilee....the CUTEST KIDS OF ALL TIME were in my tent....and I had the privilege of leading one of them to the Lord which was really sweet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 22nd: I'm chillin at church for a church work day when my mom calls me and tells me that Mr. Steuerwald (my principal/teacher/volleyball coach) called and asked if I would like to go to volleyball camp the following monday (the 24th) through saturday (the 29th).  sweet.  My response: I cried because I was soo excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 23rd: I get online to register for camp and I realize that there are no openings for me in volleyball camp..so I call Mr. Steuerwald and tell him the situation and he told me to just sign up for one of the other camps that was going on that week, and he would do every thing that he could to get me in to volleyball. I signed up for Basketball...dumb move...I should've just signed up for Fine Arts so I could get some voice lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 24th-29th: Camp. I get there and Mr. Steuerwald asks if there is any way I could get into Volleyball and they said "no, there is no way, we are completely full" DANG. I was mad. So, I ended up in Basketball Camp...and I hated it. Tuesday came around, and these two college volleyball players came into the gym while we were playing basketball and they asked the coach to step outside for a minute. After about FIVE minutes, the coach came back in, tapped me on the shoulder and said "are you ready to play some intense volleyball?" and I was like.."yea, dude I gettin outta here, see ya" haha...ok, so I really didn't say that...but, kinda. Anyway...Volleyball Camp was AWESOME! I learned some new things, and met some new people, haha...oh. umm...Tuesday night...interesting....there was a tornado warning, so everyone went into the basement of the fine arts building, and the excalibur team (an improv group from maranatha) was there and they started a skit show..I guess you could say. So for this one skit, they needed a couple of volunteers so I raised my hand and they picked me. I went up there and they asked me for my name, and I said "Phyllis" so...for the rest of the week everyone called me phyllis...and it was a beautiful thing. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;July 29th:  I walk into the house after I get home from volleyball camp, and I ask dad if he had heard anything from any of the places that I applied at, which would include...Red Robin, Noodles &amp; Company, Ponderosa,  Shoe Dept., Orange Julius, Baskin Robbins/Dunkin Donuts, and umm...I forgot what the other place was...oops...but anyway...dad said that they got a call from  Orange Julius.  Sweet,  so, I call OJ back and I basically had an interview over the phone, and Linda, the owner, said that she called Rich (my old boss from oasis), and he gave nothing but a good report about me, sweet.  So, I got hired, Awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;July 31st-August 5th:  Family Camp = Good Times...I seriously hope that Family Camp keeps going on after Pastor Stevens leaves.  Anyway....I always love family camp, because like I said before, Family Camp = Good Times.  I found out that I can spike a volleyball over the net while lying down on the ground.  sweet.  So, the last night of camp, Jim, Joel, Nate, Jesse, Amanda and I stayed up the WHOLE night and were pretty much wasted in the morning....not literally, but you know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;August 7th:  Me, along with almost EVERYONE IN AMERICA started work on this day, which also happens to be Lo Lo's birthday, sweet.  Let's see here....Justin F. started working at the Staples warehouse, Kristin started working at dad's office, Chris H. started a new paramedic job, Kevin B. started somewhere,  some guy named Cody started at Papa Murphy's, AND lost but not least, I, Anna Heesen, started at Orange Julius.  Sweet.  I love my job, just letting you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;So....school's starting soon...and uhh...yea.  That's all I have to say about that except for the fact that Nate is coming to utica.  sweet. that means I won't lose the WHOLE Stevens family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13380535-115716419647549336?l=raggedyannabell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/feeds/115716419647549336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13380535&amp;postID=115716419647549336' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/115716419647549336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/115716419647549336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/2006/09/whatup.html' title='WHATUP?!?!?!'/><author><name>Raggedy Anna Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245129077147372047</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>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13380535.post-113833401328993390</id><published>2006-01-26T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T21:07:04.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charspain</title><content type='html'>&lt;form action="'http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/do-survey.php'" method="'post'" target="'_new'"&gt;&lt;table border="1" bordercolor="#efefef" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Marital Status]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;single&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Shoe size]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Parents still together]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Siblings]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2 brothers and 2 sisters, all older than me...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Pets]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a hamster (edgar) and a fish (seizure)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;FAVORITES&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Color]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;pink, orange, and black&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Number]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;29&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Animal] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I like dolphins..I want to own one.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Drinks] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OJ, Wild Cherry Pepsi...mixed together of course, jk....and Charspain (don't ask)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Soda] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wild Cherry Pepsi...durr&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Book] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Bible&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Flower] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daisy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;DO YOU&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Color your hair?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;nope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Twirl your hair?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;haha, yes...other people twirl my hair too...rar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Have tattoos?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;nope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Have Piercings?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;yes, my ears are pierced&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Cheat on tests/homework?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;nope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Drink/Smoke?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;my mind is quicker w/o liquor...and I don't smoke&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Like roller coasters?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;YESSSS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Wish you could live somewhere else?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;actually...I kinda like in the J-Ville Wisconsin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Want more piercings?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt; [Like cleaning?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Write in cursive or print?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;print&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Own a web cam?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My brother mike does.  I wish I did.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Know how to drive?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;yep&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Own a cell phone?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;yep&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Ever get off the damn computer?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;rarely...and watch the language punk.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAVE U EVER &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Been in a fist fight?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Considered a life of crime?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Considered being a hooker?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Lied to someone?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;who hasn't?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Been in love?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;nope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Made out with JUST a friend?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;nope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Been in lust?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;don't recall&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Used someone] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;don't recall&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Been used?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Been cheated on?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Kicked someone in the nuts?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;lol....yes....sssshhhhhh...don't tell anyone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Stolen anything?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;yea, a gumball&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Held a gun] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;YES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;CURRENTS &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Current clothing] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;shirt and skirt from maurices&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Current mood] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;procrastinating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Current taste] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just drank water...so, water.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[What you currently smell like] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sweet pea&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Current hair] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;half up, curly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Current thing I ought to be doing] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;packing for the Great Lakes Music Festival (procrastinating)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Current cd in stereo] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Amazing Love, It Was For Me"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Last book you read] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"A Child Called It"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Last movie you saw] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;umm...."High School Musical"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Last thing you ate] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a hot dog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Last person you talked to on the phone] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Josh Churchill&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Do drugs?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NO, how dare you ask that&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Believe there is life on other planets?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Remember your first love?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;what first love?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Still love him/her?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sick no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Read the newspaper?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sometimes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Have any gay or lesbian friends?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;unfortunately&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Believe in miracles?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I believe in miracles, for I believe in God"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Do well in school?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;when I don't procrastinate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Wear hats] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;VERY rarely&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Hate yourself?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;most of the time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Have an obsession?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Collect anything?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;nope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Have a best friend?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;yes, many of them&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Close friends?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;YESSSSSS :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Like your handwriting?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sometimes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Care about looks] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;yea&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;LOVE LIFE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[First crush] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nate Stevens&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[First kiss] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;my mom, lol...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Do you believe in love at first sight?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Do you believe in "the one?"] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;say what?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Too shy to make the first move?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;my first move will be when I'm married&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;ARE U A&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Daydreamer] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DEFINITELY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[sarcastic] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;definitely&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Angel] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;yes, and I have a message for you from God.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Devil] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;yes, sin is my best friend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Shy] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;[Talkative] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;input value="'Take" type="'submit'"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/create-survey.php%27"&gt;CREATE YOUR OWN!&lt;/a&gt; - or - &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/paid-surveys.php%27"&gt;GET PAID TO TAKE SURVEYS!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13380535-113833401328993390?l=raggedyannabell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/feeds/113833401328993390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13380535&amp;postID=113833401328993390' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/113833401328993390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/113833401328993390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/2006/01/charspain.html' title='Charspain'/><author><name>Raggedy Anna Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245129077147372047</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-13380535.post-113743912230577761</id><published>2006-01-16T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T12:18:42.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna by 2's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;2 names you go by:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*Anna Banana (how original)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*AnnaBell (I like that one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;2 parts of your heritage:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*Dutch (YEA, THAT'S RIGHT...I WEAR WOODEN SHOES!!! HAHA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*Swedish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;2 things that scare you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*homework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*Mr. Reid during Gym Class....he's wacked out then...it's like he's on crack or something.  It's like....whoa there buddy!  settle yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;2 of your everyday essentials:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*medicine to stay alive, lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*The Bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;2 things you are wearing right now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;* PJ Pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;* T-Shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;2 favorite bands or musical artists (at the moment):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;* Josh Groban (He raises me up...haha...get it?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*Weird Al&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;2 favorite songs at the moment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;* "You Raise Me Up" - Josh Groban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;* "You're Still You" - Josh Groban (what can I say?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;2 things you want in a relationship (other than real love):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;* humor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;* God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;2 truths:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;* My relationship with God is not where I want it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;* I'm sick right now and I should be doing something else other than this...like...sleeping or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;2 physical things that appeal to you (in the opposite sex):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;* Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*A nice set of teeth helps, lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;2 of your favorite hobbies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;* Hanging with friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;* The internet is a wonderful thing, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;2 things you want really badly:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;* food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*healthyness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;2 places you want to go on vacation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;* umm....Florida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;* Texas to see Grandpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;2 things you want to do before you die:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;* Lead someone to Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;* graduate from college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;2 ways that you are stereotypically a chick:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;* I like shopping with my ladies, lol..(abby)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;* I never wear shoes during the summer..I wear flipflops (does that count?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;2 things you are thinking about now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;* I'm thinking about getting up from my seat and doing something useful....but that probably won't happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;* Taking this dumb wrist band thing off that I got at the hospital yesterday, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;2 stores you shop at:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;* Kohls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;* Wal-Mart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;2 people you'd like to see answer these questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;* Everyone that reads this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;* Everyone that wants to live....i'm so mean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13380535-113743912230577761?l=raggedyannabell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/feeds/113743912230577761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13380535&amp;postID=113743912230577761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/113743912230577761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/113743912230577761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/2006/01/anna-by-2s.html' title='Anna by 2&apos;s'/><author><name>Raggedy Anna Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245129077147372047</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-13380535.post-113743664952984909</id><published>2006-01-16T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T11:38:43.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All about me from A to Z</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;A - AVAILABLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;: haha, yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;B - BEST FRIEND: I have many...let's see here....Josh C., Nate, Jesse, David, Jason, Don, Amanda, Abby, Leah, Emily K., Emmy D., Holly, Merdz, KT, Sarah S., Leah B., Sarah H. (my sister), Kristin H. (my other sister), Taya, KC, Tasha, Lili...and the list goes on and on and on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;C - CRUSH: haha...wouldn't you like to know?!?! but I can tell you one thing....his name is up there in the "B" section, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;D- DADS NAME: David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;E - EASIEST PERSON TO TALK TO: Josh C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;F - FAVORITE ACTOR/ACTRESS: umm...I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;G- GUMMY BEARS OR WORMs: worms, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;H - HOMETOWN: Janesville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I - INSTRUMENT: Piano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;J- JUNK FOOD (favorite):  umm....I love all junk food...haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;K - KIDS: someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;L - LONGEST CAR RIDE: From Janesville, Wisconsin..to El Paso, Texas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;M - MILK FLAVOR: I like Chocolate milk and Strawberry. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;N - NUMBER OF SIBLINGS: 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;O - ONE WISH: to be able to not speak my mind so much..it hurts people alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;P - PHOBIA(S): none really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Q - FAVORITE QUOTE?: "If you were accused of being a Christian, would there be enough evidence to convict you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;R - REASON TO SMILE: God and all of my amazing friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;S - SONG YOU LAST HEARD: "You Raise Me Up" by Josh Groban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;T - TIME YOU WOKE UP: 10:13 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;U - UNKNOWN FACT ABOUT ME: when I was a youngin I use to time myself to see how fast I could tie my shoes and I thought I was the best little kid in the world, because I could tie them in 49 seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;V - VEGETABLE YOU HATE: green beans...SICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;W-Worst habit: Procrastination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;X - X-RAYS YOU'VE HAD: ALOT....I'de say about 17. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Y - YUMMY FOOD: I love alot...Crab Ragoon, umm...Mac n' Cheez from Noodle n' Company....Papa Murphy's Pizza...YAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Z - ZODIAC SIGN: I think I'm a Capricorn...haha...I don't care really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13380535-113743664952984909?l=raggedyannabell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/feeds/113743664952984909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13380535&amp;postID=113743664952984909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/113743664952984909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/113743664952984909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/2006/01/all-about-me-from-to-z.html' title='All about me from A to Z'/><author><name>Raggedy Anna Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245129077147372047</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-13380535.post-113643540859825948</id><published>2006-01-04T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T21:30:08.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I CAN DRIVE, Y'ALL!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>You're just jealous because you know that I just got my driver's license, and you probably didn't. And Kristin is green with envy especially, because she only missed one less point when she passed her test back in the day. She missed 3 and I only missed four. So who basically rules now????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I did that was completely unnecessary was forgetting to back up while performing an otherwise perfect y-turn. But that shouldn't have even counted against me because I figured it out when I realized I wasn't really moving. The lady still marked me off though. I guess that's part of her job. Making sure you make at least one more mistake than your older sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I only made 4 bad-bads? To give you an Idea of how I rate, consider that you can make 25 bad-bads and still pass your road test. My instructor told me, in fact that the worst test she administered was to some loser who missed 82.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He probably had 81 older sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of older sisters, guess who is writing this post right now. Well, It's not me. It's my older sister, Sarah. She was bored one day, so I guess she must have gotten my password and figured out my user name. That's probably how it went, right? I mean, she's writing now, yes? What a low-life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13380535-113643540859825948?l=raggedyannabell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/feeds/113643540859825948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13380535&amp;postID=113643540859825948' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/113643540859825948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/113643540859825948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-can-drive-yall.html' title='I CAN DRIVE, Y&apos;ALL!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Raggedy Anna Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245129077147372047</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-13380535.post-113597450125744564</id><published>2005-12-30T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T13:28:21.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/299/6972/320/me%20n%27%20manda.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/299/6972/320/me%20n%27%20manda.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and amanda : )&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13380535-113597450125744564?l=raggedyannabell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/feeds/113597450125744564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13380535&amp;postID=113597450125744564' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/113597450125744564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/113597450125744564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/2005/12/me-and-amanda.html' title=''/><author><name>Raggedy Anna Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245129077147372047</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-13380535.post-113597381672329201</id><published>2005-12-30T13:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T13:16:56.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/299/6972/320/heesen%2077.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/299/6972/320/heesen%2077.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't ask...we're idiots. I'm sure you already knew that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13380535-113597381672329201?l=raggedyannabell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/feeds/113597381672329201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13380535&amp;postID=113597381672329201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/113597381672329201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/113597381672329201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/2005/12/dont-ask.html' title=''/><author><name>Raggedy Anna Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245129077147372047</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-13380535.post-113597376964384280</id><published>2005-12-30T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T13:16:09.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/299/6972/320/kristin%20and%20me%20%28lauries%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/299/6972/320/kristin%20and%20me%20%28lauries%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my sisto kristin  : )&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13380535-113597376964384280?l=raggedyannabell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/feeds/113597376964384280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13380535&amp;postID=113597376964384280' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/113597376964384280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/113597376964384280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/2005/12/me-and-my-sisto-kristin.html' title=''/><author><name>Raggedy Anna Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245129077147372047</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-13380535.post-113597368503776024</id><published>2005-12-30T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T13:14:45.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/299/6972/320/me%20and%20steve%20%28lauries%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/299/6972/320/me%20and%20steve%20%28lauries%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and stevie&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13380535-113597368503776024?l=raggedyannabell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/feeds/113597368503776024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13380535&amp;postID=113597368503776024' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/113597368503776024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/113597368503776024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/2005/12/me-and-stevie.html' title=''/><author><name>Raggedy Anna Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245129077147372047</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13380535.post-113567225809641660</id><published>2005-12-27T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T10:58:50.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="recvername" n="BeebeKid" d="12/27/05" t="1:14:06 AM"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So uh...this is a part of the conversation I had with Erick last night.  Found it quite humorous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="recvername" n="BeebeKid" d="12/27/05" t="1:14:06 AM"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;He's soo strange. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="recvername" n="BeebeKid" d="12/27/05" t="1:14:06 AM"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;BeebeKid:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="usertext"&gt;YEAG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="recvername" n="BeebeKid" d="12/27/05" t="1:14:13 AM"&gt;BeebeKid:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="usertext"&gt;i mean YEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="recvername" n="BeebeKid" d="12/27/05" t="1:14:20 AM"&gt;BeebeKid:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="usertext"&gt;YEAG sounds like what people say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="sendername" n="SavedByGrace" d="12/27/05" t="1:14:22 AM"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SavedByGrace:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="usertext"&gt;I like YEAG!!  better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="recvername" n="BeebeKid" d="12/27/05" t="1:14:26 AM"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;BeebeKid:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="usertext"&gt;when they are being strangled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="sendername" n="SavedByGrace" d="12/27/05" t="1:14:32 AM"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SavedByGrace:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="usertext"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="sendername" n="SavedByGrace" d="12/27/05" t="1:14:33 AM"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SavedByGrace:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="usertext"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="recvername" n="BeebeKid" d="12/27/05" t="1:14:40 AM"&gt;BeebeKid:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="usertext"&gt;YEEEAAGGHGGHGHhghgggh.. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="sendername" n="SavedByGrace" d="12/27/05" t="1:14:48 AM"&gt;SavedByGrace: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="usertext"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="recvername" n="BeebeKid" d="12/27/05" t="1:15:03 AM"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;BeebeKid:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="usertext"&gt;youre imagining someone being strangled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="recvername" n="BeebeKid" d="12/27/05" t="1:15:06 AM"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;BeebeKid:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="usertext"&gt;and youre laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="sendername" n="SavedByGrace" d="12/27/05" t="1:15:13 AM"&gt;SavedByGrace: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="usertext"&gt;you're right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="recvername" n="BeebeKid" d="12/27/05" t="1:15:12 AM"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;BeebeKid:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="usertext"&gt;how disgusting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="recvername" n="BeebeKid" d="12/27/05" t="1:15:22 AM"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;BeebeKid:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="usertext"&gt;im disappointed in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="recvername" n="BeebeKid" d="12/27/05" t="1:15:25 AM"&gt;BeebeKid:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="usertext"&gt;actually not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="recvername" n="BeebeKid" d="12/27/05" t="1:15:31 AM"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;BeebeKid:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="usertext"&gt;i think its funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="sendername" n="SavedByGrace" d="12/27/05" t="1:15:11 AM"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SavedByGrace:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="usertext"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="recvername" n="BeebeKid" d="12/27/05" t="1:15:42 AM"&gt;BeebeKid:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="usertext"&gt;like you are actually truly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="recvername" n="BeebeKid" d="12/27/05" t="1:15:49 AM"&gt;BeebeKid:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="usertext"&gt;laughing out loud?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="recvername" n="BeebeKid" d="12/27/05" t="1:15:52 AM"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;BeebeKid:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="usertext"&gt;i am not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="recvername" n="BeebeKid" d="12/27/05" t="1:15:58 AM"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;BeebeKid:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="usertext"&gt;although im cracking up inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="sendername" n="SavedByGrace" d="12/27/05" t="1:15:58 AM"&gt;SavedByGrace: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="usertext"&gt;I can't, people are  sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="sendername" n="SavedByGrace" d="12/27/05" t="1:16:03 AM"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SavedByGrace:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="usertext"&gt;but i'm thinking about  it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="sendername" n="SavedByGrace" d="12/27/05" t="1:16:06 AM"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SavedByGrace:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="usertext"&gt;do you dare me  to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="recvername" n="BeebeKid" d="12/27/05" t="1:16:09 AM"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;BeebeKid:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="usertext"&gt;and im smiling alittle bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="recvername" n="BeebeKid" d="12/27/05" t="1:16:14 AM"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;BeebeKid:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="usertext"&gt;but its more like a smirk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="recvername" n="BeebeKid" d="12/27/05" t="1:16:37 AM"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;BeebeKid:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="usertext"&gt;i was about to do that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="recvername" n="BeebeKid" d="12/27/05" t="1:16:48 AM"&gt;BeebeKid:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="usertext"&gt;so . .  .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="sendername" n="SavedByGrace" d="12/27/05" t="1:17:02 AM"&gt;SavedByGrace: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="usertext"&gt;do you dare me to just  start laughing out loud....REALLY loud?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="recvername" n="BeebeKid" d="12/27/05" t="1:17:13 AM"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;BeebeKid:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="usertext"&gt;not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="recvername" n="BeebeKid" d="12/27/05" t="1:17:20 AM"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;BeebeKid:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="usertext"&gt;because you probably would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="recvername" n="BeebeKid" d="12/27/05" t="1:17:26 AM"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;BeebeKid:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="usertext"&gt;or at least theres a good chance of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="sendername" n="SavedByGrace" d="12/27/05" t="1:17:16 AM"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SavedByGrace:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="usertext"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="sendername" n="SavedByGrace" d="12/27/05" t="1:17:23 AM"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SavedByGrace:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="usertext"&gt;I mean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="sendername" n="SavedByGrace" d="12/27/05" t="1:17:28 AM"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SavedByGrace:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="usertext"&gt;li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="recvername" n="BeebeKid" d="12/27/05" t="1:17:38 AM"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;BeebeKid:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="usertext"&gt;li?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="sendername" n="SavedByGrace" d="12/27/05" t="1:17:43 AM"&gt;SavedByGrace: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="usertext"&gt;laughing  inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="recvername" n="BeebeKid" d="12/27/05" t="1:17:52 AM"&gt;BeebeKid:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sendername" n="SavedByGrace" d="12/27/05" t="1:15:42 AM"&gt;oh yeah. . . okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SavedByGrace:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="usertext"&gt;YEAGGGGHHHHHghghdhghghg....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="usertext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="usertext"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You have to admit...it was pretty funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13380535-113567225809641660?l=raggedyannabell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/feeds/113567225809641660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13380535&amp;postID=113567225809641660' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/113567225809641660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/113567225809641660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-uh.html' title=''/><author><name>Raggedy Anna Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245129077147372047</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13380535.post-113508260950847060</id><published>2005-12-20T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T05:43:29.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hear the sirens.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Special Report from Bill O'Reilly....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;A girl named Anna Heesen was found saying "Merry Christmas" to a Target employee at approximately 3:47 pm Sunday afternoon.  The employees reply was "Merry Christmas to you too, miss."  The police have not yet found the suspect, but as soon as they do, I'm sure he will be sentenced to life...or maybe...capital punishment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank You, and Merry Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13380535-113508260950847060?l=raggedyannabell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/feeds/113508260950847060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13380535&amp;postID=113508260950847060' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/113508260950847060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/113508260950847060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-hear-sirens.html' title='I hear the sirens.'/><author><name>Raggedy Anna Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245129077147372047</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-13380535.post-113485658528477711</id><published>2005-12-17T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T14:56:25.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day...YESSSSS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You know what...I haven't updated in a while, so I think it's time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ya'll ready for this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;GOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;  The other day, Mr. Reid (My English/Lit teacher who is directing this years Christmas play) said that we would be having a play practice on Wednesday morning (today) IF we have school. We were all like.."*gasp* why wouldn't we have school on Wednesday???" and he said "big snowstorm coming up!!" I was like..."whoot whoot." Ok, no, not really...but I was excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;   So today, I woke up and looked outside. It was obvious there had been a snowstorm. I grabbed my blanket and chilled in the living room for a while and watched the news, hoping that I would see "Utica Christian School, closed" at the bottom of the screen. It was no use. I watched the TV from approx. 6:00 am to 7:00 am, but I still did not see my school's name. Oh!! ROCK COUNTY CHRISTIAN SCHOOL IS CLOSED, BUT NOOOO SIRREEEE...NOT UTICA. I was disturbed. Snow wasn't even all that bad in Janesville, but I was watching the news and it said it was severe in the Madison area, which is where Utica is. RAR. I finally decided it was time for me to get ready for school, seeing as I had to meet Leah at about 7:15 to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    After slipping and sliding, Leah and I finally meet at the gas station on HWY. 51 just offa the interstate (which is where we meet every morning before school). We get on the interstate and we see at least 4 cars in the ditch and that was just between the Southern end of Janesville and the Northern end of Janesville. We still had about 15 miles left to go. Leah said "Anna, I can't believe we're going to school today! This is crazy!" I agreed. Then I decided I would call Mrs. Fiedler (who is a teachers aid at Rock County Christian School) and chew her out for having a snow day instead of me. Both her and her daughter Abby picked up the phone in different rooms, so we were talking 3 ways. When they picked up, I started rambling on about how mad I was that we had school and they didn't. After I was done rambling, Abby was like.."Anna! What are you talking about? I just saw your school's name on the TV. You have a snow day today! I thought you were calling to say 'LET'S GO SLEDDING!!'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;    Evidentally, they didn't decide to close school until like 7:15 which is when Leah and I met. We called my Principal to see if we actually had a snow day, and he said yes. I called Abby back and said.."Let's go sledding!" We did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;    Leah took me home so I could get my snow stuff, and then she took me down to Beloit to Abby's house so I could chill until we actually decided to go. When I got to Abby's house, I plopped down on their couch and slept for like 3 hours. It was a good time. I woke up at about 12 and we ate pizza. Then the arrangements for sledding were made. Leah told us that she didn't want to go (she's a loser), nate couldn't go because he had work (IDIOT), and josh couldn't go because he was "too busy" (riiiiiiiight). So..that left me, abby, becky, and rachel. Jesse told us that he didn't want to go because there were no guys going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;     Before we left, Abby had this BRIGHT IDEA of bringing her big ole' air mattress to sled down on. We packed it in the car and then blew it up there. It actually worked for a while. Later on we realized that we forgot something, so we called Jesse to have him bring it to us. When he got there, he decided he would sled with us. We ended up getting all 5 of us on the big air mattress. We went down a few times and we realized that it was deflating. We found a big hole in it. Rar. We still had a few other sleds with us, so we used those for the rest of the time. Once we all got down the hill for the last time, we decided we were just gonna hang out down there for a while. We ended up staying down at the bottom of the hill for like 30 minutes. Jesse started a snowball fight, and it lasted for like 15 minutes. It was pretty sweet. Did you like that story? Good. I'm glad you enjoyed it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    I have ONE last thing to leave you with. Yesterday I found out that Target employees are no longer allowed to say "Merry Christmas" to the customers. THAT my friend is RIDICULOUS!!! I have decided that I WILL NOT spend my own money at target AT ALL this year. So that means...I want Target gift cards. That means I won't be spending my own money. :) Have a nice day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Merry CHRISTmas!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;OH NO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I JUST SAID "MERRY CHRISTMAS!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;AAAHHHH....THEY'RE GONNA TAKE ME AWAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Haha, they can't...I don't work at Target!  MUWAHAHAHAHAH!!!  Target workers...PSH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13380535-113485658528477711?l=raggedyannabell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/feeds/113485658528477711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13380535&amp;postID=113485658528477711' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/113485658528477711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/113485658528477711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/2005/12/snow-dayyesssss.html' title='Snow Day...YESSSSS'/><author><name>Raggedy Anna Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245129077147372047</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-13380535.post-113254079799200409</id><published>2005-11-20T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T19:39:58.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All of my needs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I saw this on a friend's blog. You type in your name and "needs" all in quotes (example: "Anna needs")  in a google search engine, and see what it is you need. You're supposed to type in the first 10 things that pop up. Then you add your own quirky comment for everything that popped up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;So here it goes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;"Anna needs..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;1.  Anna needs to be excused from school today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO!!  That's pretty sweet, I'll take that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;2.  Anna needs all the support she can get right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is soo true.  : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;3.  Anna needs him, and he needs her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do I need?  Who needs me?  I feel needed.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;4.  Anna needs her friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is so true!  I love all of my friends!  I cherish the ones I have, even though there aren't many.   :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;5.  Anna needs a fan-club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!  I want a fan-club.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;6. Anna needs to find a way to move her mom, Edna, into a more secure setting soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...I thought my mom's name was Karen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;7.  Anna needs to find a toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm....Not true.  I'm good for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;8.  Anna needs $190 tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So true.  :)  Anybody willing to give me any?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;9.  Anna needs to loosen up a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a bit tense. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;10.  Anna needs God's strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So true.  He gives it to me whenever I need it.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;YAY!  That was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13380535-113254079799200409?l=raggedyannabell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/feeds/113254079799200409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13380535&amp;postID=113254079799200409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/113254079799200409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/113254079799200409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/2005/11/all-of-my-needs.html' title='All of my needs.'/><author><name>Raggedy Anna Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245129077147372047</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-13380535.post-113072648163985681</id><published>2005-10-30T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T19:41:52.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>har har har.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I found this joke on Nate's website and found it rather hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(53, 103, 154);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Zero to 200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple had been debating the purchase of a new auto for weeks. He wanted a new truck. She wanted a fast little sports-like car so she could zip through traffic around town. He would probably have settled on any beat up old truck, but everything she seemed to like was way out of their price range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look!" she said. "I want something that goes from 0 to 200 in 4 seconds or less. And my birthday is coming up. You could surprise me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for her birthday, he bought her a brand new bathroom scale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Now would be the time to laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I meant it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13380535-113072648163985681?l=raggedyannabell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/feeds/113072648163985681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13380535&amp;postID=113072648163985681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/113072648163985681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/113072648163985681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/2005/10/har-har-har_30.html' title='har har har.'/><author><name>Raggedy Anna Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245129077147372047</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-13380535.post-113004048731290779</id><published>2005-10-22T21:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T22:08:07.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ok...this is a conversation that I just had with Josh Churchill.  Please read.  I found this totally blog worthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;CHURCH14117:&lt;/span&gt; hey loser whats up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;CHURCH14117:&lt;/span&gt; :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kreamcheezisgood:&lt;/span&gt; nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kreamcheezisgood:&lt;/span&gt; how are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;( I like how I just totally ignored the fact that he called me a loser)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;going on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;CHURCH14117:&lt;/span&gt; well im mad now bc i cant find my tie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;CHURCH14117:&lt;/span&gt; grrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kreamcheezisgood:&lt;/span&gt; i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kreamcheezisgood: &lt;/span&gt;I stole it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;CHURCH14117:&lt;/span&gt; well i have two blue ties i cant find one of them and the other one is untied and i dont know how to tie it lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kreamcheezisgood:&lt;/span&gt; lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kreamcheezisgood:&lt;/span&gt; even I know how to tie a tie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;CHURCH14117:&lt;/span&gt; well sry like i have been in the need of doing this alot lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kreamcheezisgood:&lt;/span&gt; lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kreamcheezisgood:&lt;/span&gt; who ties your ties then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="imUserOther"&gt;CHURCH14117:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span lang="0"&gt;umm well joel and nate showed me but i have forgotten, so I just leave them tied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kreamcheezisgood: &lt;/span&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;CHURCH14117:&lt;/span&gt; lets see hmmmm &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.howtotieatie.com/"&gt;www.howtotieatie.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;CHURCH14117:&lt;/span&gt; lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kreamcheezisgood:&lt;/span&gt; HA...you're dumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;CHURCH14117:&lt;/span&gt; just to be funny lets see what i come up with lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kreamcheezisgood:&lt;/span&gt; lol, ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kreamcheezisgood:&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kreamcheezisgood: &lt;/span&gt;go to google&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kreamcheezisgood:&lt;/span&gt; and type in "how to tie a tie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kreamcheezisgood:&lt;/span&gt; yay!  step by step instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;CHURCH14117:&lt;/span&gt; im finding things lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;CHURCH14117:&lt;/span&gt; this is funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kreamcheezisgood:&lt;/span&gt; lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I can just imagine josh sitting at his computer doing it with step by step instructions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;SOOO hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm sorry if you did not find that funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;peace out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13380535-113004048731290779?l=raggedyannabell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/feeds/113004048731290779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13380535&amp;postID=113004048731290779' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/113004048731290779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/113004048731290779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/2005/10/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Raggedy Anna Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245129077147372047</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-13380535.post-113003805894428140</id><published>2005-10-22T20:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T21:27:38.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>about the revival meetings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ok....evangelist Mike Pelletier held meetings at Bible Baptist Church of Utica a few weeks ago.  Well...I go to Utica Christian School, which is basically the same as the church, but...it's school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ANYWAY....we had chapel with him every morning that week, and all of his messages were really thought provoking. Wednesday's was definitely the best one we had.  At the end of the message he had an invitation for us to go forward, and almost everybody went.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;After that, he asked if anybody wanted to share what God had done in their life that week, and no one spoke up.  He asked again a few minutes later, and still...no one spoke up.  Mr. Pelletier sat down and gave Pastor Kutz the pulpit.  He talked for a while, and he also asked the same question.  Finally...Andrew Howell spoke up.  He got in front of all of us and gave an amazing testimony which made basically everyone in the room cry.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Almost everyones testimony made me cry.  Maybe that's just because I'm an emotional person when it comes to people getting their hearts right with God.  I'm just like my mom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Anyway...when I was done crying, I raised my hand and gave my testimony.  I thought I was gonna make it through it, but I got to the second sentence and started crying.  Oh well...I got over it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Chapel ended up lasting for 2 hours.  28 out of 29 people shared testimonies.  It was SOOO amazing.  God really worked in all of our hearts, and I'm glad we were able to share it with eachother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Thank you for your time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;much love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13380535-113003805894428140?l=raggedyannabell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/feeds/113003805894428140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13380535&amp;postID=113003805894428140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/113003805894428140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/113003805894428140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/2005/10/about-revival-meetings.html' title='about the revival meetings'/><author><name>Raggedy Anna Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245129077147372047</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-13380535.post-112951741916359240</id><published>2005-10-16T20:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T20:50:19.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>at the Stevens' house</title><content type='html'>hello all!  I am here at the Stevens' house, just chillin.  Josh wants me to tell you all that I'm a "loser-o." I'm done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13380535-112951741916359240?l=raggedyannabell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/feeds/112951741916359240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13380535&amp;postID=112951741916359240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/112951741916359240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/112951741916359240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/2005/10/at-stevens-house.html' title='at the Stevens&apos; house'/><author><name>Raggedy Anna Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245129077147372047</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-13380535.post-112949662384487652</id><published>2005-10-16T14:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T15:03:43.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>well hello.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am updating my blog at nates request.  He said I haven't updated my blog since he was born, which is pretty much impossible, because he's like 10 months older than me.  Anyway...enough of that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;here's a little summary of my month:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1.  school started&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2.  algebra 2 is hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3.  I hate algebra 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4.  moving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;5.  volleyball is cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;6.  we beat maranatha academy in volleyball for the first time in utican history&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;7.  nate and holly issues arise. (don't ask, I don't even know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;8.  maranatha football game, pretty sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. MBBC dining room = intense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;10.  I've been at maranatha at least 5 times this month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;11. MBBC invitational volleyball tournament = like 72 games of volleyball, a ripped knee pad, like 5 bruises, 5th place. gar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;12.  revival meetings at Utica with Mike Pelletier*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;13.  Our record for volleyball excluding the volleyball tournament = 7-1  pretty sweet if you ask me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;14.  fall festival on friday = amazing.  we went to the late night skate afterwards.  nuff said about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;15.  hayride = intense.  we played volleyball, ate chili, played charades and freeze frame.  it was soo hilarious, you don't even know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;* = I will talk more about that later.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;there nate, are you happy?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13380535-112949662384487652?l=raggedyannabell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/feeds/112949662384487652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13380535&amp;postID=112949662384487652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/112949662384487652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/112949662384487652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/2005/10/well-hello.html' title='well hello.'/><author><name>Raggedy Anna Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245129077147372047</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-13380535.post-112605499482064762</id><published>2005-09-06T19:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T19:03:14.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PRETTY sweet if you ask me...but...that's only if you ask me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;ok, so I definitely stole this from my sister's blog...but...who will know?!?! oh wait...I just told you. i'm dumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;so, here's how it goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.melissa-anelli.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;In the comments section, respond with your name, favorite color and your birthday. In turn:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;1. I'll respond with something random about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;3.  I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;4. I'll tell you my first memory of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;5. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;6. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Get crackin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13380535-112605499482064762?l=raggedyannabell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/feeds/112605499482064762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13380535&amp;postID=112605499482064762' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/112605499482064762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/112605499482064762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/2005/09/pretty-sweet-if-you-ask-mebutthats.html' title='PRETTY sweet if you ask me...but...that&apos;s only if you ask me.'/><author><name>Raggedy Anna Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245129077147372047</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>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13380535.post-112476374672347596</id><published>2005-08-22T21:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T20:25:42.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'>clear the streets, clear the sidewalks...in fact...get out of this country...I will dominate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;listen up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;I got my Temporary License on June 29th. haha, I pretty much lied on the card too. I said I was 130 pounds. HAHA!!! yea right!! I WISH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;ANYWAY...since I got my temps, I have only put in like 4 hours of driving time. That is REALLY sad. For like a month, I was a total wimp about driving. A MONTH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;So one day.....Mrs. Fiedler told me that she would be willing to take me out driving sometime...I accepted. Last friday she took me driving, and It was like heaven exploded. I absolutely LOVE driving. It is sooooo fun. Especially when you go on the back country roads with all the curves....pretty sweet if you ask me. Yesterday was the first time I drove to church....WOO HOO. It was fun. The whole time, I was like...I CAN'T BELIEVE I AM DRIVING ON HIGHWAY 51. WOO!! The weird thing about it is that my dad was soo calm throughout the whole drive. He's usually nervous when someone else is driving. He told me that he couldn't tell me from a pro. yay. But that was before I drove off the road, through a house, into the river. haha. JUST KIDDING. : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;peace out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13380535-112476374672347596?l=raggedyannabell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/feeds/112476374672347596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13380535&amp;postID=112476374672347596' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/112476374672347596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/112476374672347596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/2005/08/clear-streets-clear-sidewalksin.html' title='clear the streets, clear the sidewalks...in fact...get out of this country...I will dominate.'/><author><name>Raggedy Anna Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245129077147372047</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13380535.post-112476713736141357</id><published>2005-08-22T21:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T21:18:57.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/299/6972/320/ponder%20nate%2C%20ponder.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/299/6972/320/ponder%20nate%2C%20ponder.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see nate ponder...ponder nate, ponder.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13380535-112476713736141357?l=raggedyannabell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/feeds/112476713736141357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13380535&amp;postID=112476713736141357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/112476713736141357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/112476713736141357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/2005/08/see-nate-ponder.html' title=''/><author><name>Raggedy Anna Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245129077147372047</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-13380535.post-112424880557459372</id><published>2005-08-16T22:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T21:20:31.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ahh.</title><content type='html'>what is wrong with me?? someone please tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate and I got in a little "disagreement" ...if that's what you wanna call it. I've just been having a bad day and I just took it out on nate. WHY??!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurt his feelings, I know I did.  I kept bugging him about utica.  AHHH...i'm soo dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a great friend....  : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry nate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13380535-112424880557459372?l=raggedyannabell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/feeds/112424880557459372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13380535&amp;postID=112424880557459372' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/112424880557459372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/112424880557459372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/2005/08/ahh.html' title='ahh.'/><author><name>Raggedy Anna Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245129077147372047</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-13380535.post-112413528198082064</id><published>2005-08-15T13:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T14:36:57.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>me? an animal?</title><content type='html'>according to evolution I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know the real truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to FAITH BAPTIST CHURCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Russ Hanson and his family will be holding a 4 day seminar on Creation vs. Evolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When?&lt;/span&gt; August 28-31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday School 9:30: Meet the Creation Crew&lt;br /&gt;Sunday 10:45 AM: Why NOT Evolution?&lt;br /&gt;Sunday 6:00 PM: More Truth about the Flood!&lt;br /&gt;Monday 7:00 PM: More Truth about Fossils!&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday 7:00 PM: More Truth about Dinosaurs!&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday 7:00 PM: Missing Links of the '90's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where?&lt;/span&gt; 1013 Henry Ave, Beloit WI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For who?&lt;/span&gt;  EVERYONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((Mrs. Hanson will be teaching these same sessions for ages 5-11.  There will also be classes for kids ages 3&amp;4))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nursery will be provided for children under 3 yrs.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTE:  &lt;/span&gt;If you have ANY questions, you can call the church at 1-608-365-3456. -OR- you can call me at 1-608-322-4893 (my cellular device).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need a ride, you can ask me about that too.  I'll hook you up.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SOOO excited about this, you don't even know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13380535-112413528198082064?l=raggedyannabell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/feeds/112413528198082064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13380535&amp;postID=112413528198082064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/112413528198082064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/112413528198082064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/2005/08/me-animal.html' title='me? an animal?'/><author><name>Raggedy Anna Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245129077147372047</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-13380535.post-112373057698411985</id><published>2005-08-10T21:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T22:04:07.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/299/6972/320/josh1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 4px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 177px; height: 246px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/299/6972/320/josh1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua! &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13380535-112373057698411985?l=raggedyannabell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/feeds/112373057698411985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13380535&amp;postID=112373057698411985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/112373057698411985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/112373057698411985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/2005/08/joshua_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Raggedy Anna Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245129077147372047</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-13380535.post-112356085604544347</id><published>2005-08-08T22:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T22:46:13.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/299/6972/320/nate...sweet%20glasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 4px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 168px; height: 223px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/299/6972/320/nate...sweet%20glasses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Nate and the sweet sun glasses&lt;br /&gt; I made him buy, lol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13380535-112356085604544347?l=raggedyannabell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/feeds/112356085604544347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13380535&amp;postID=112356085604544347' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/112356085604544347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/112356085604544347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/2005/08/nate-and-sweet-sun-glasses-i-made-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Raggedy Anna Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245129077147372047</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>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13380535.post-112353844004964385</id><published>2005-08-08T15:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T16:00:40.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The amazing friends God has given me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;This past week I realized how many great friends I have, and how much they care about me. We had family camp last week, and Abby and I got in this little fight. It seemed like it was our biggest fight, but it was sooo dumb. (it was over a flip-flop, and just by me saying that, you'll know how small it was.) Abby and I are like sisters...we fight alot, but yet we work it out in like 5 minutes. This time it took like an hour for me to get over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;When we were done fighting, I walked away, had a pity-party and started crying. You might say..."Anna, you are soo stupid, you are crying over a stupid flip-flop." well...that's not the only thing I was crying about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Well anyway...When I was crying, I heard Nate say "Don't worry Jesse, we can make her smile by the end of the night." Just by hearing him say that, I smiled. But later, I got to thinking about more things that were bugging me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Amanda saw me crying, gave me a hug and said "I don't know why you are crying, but I love you and I'm praying for you." How can you not love someone like that?? She's never nosy, and she ALWAYS tells me how much she loves me. She is amazing. I love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;So later, Jason saw me crying. He sat down next to me, asked me what was wrong and I told him. He gave me some good advice, but I couldn't concentrate and what he was saying, because there was SOO much going on around me it was just too hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Then Don came and sat by me and talked to me for a bit. While he was talking, Nate and Jesse sat down by me and just listened to what Don had to say for a while. Don eventually took the hint and walked away. Jesse didn't say much, but just him sitting there and watching me cry was enough to tell me that he actually has an emotional side. Jesse and I are good friends, but not the type of friends that go up to eachother and talk about problems. We are basically never serious. We always say one-liners from napoleon dynamite and stuff like that. It's nice to have a friend like that. : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;You guys have no idea how much Nate means to me. When he sees that I am upset, he always tries to find a way to cheer me up, and it ALWAYS works. I mean...when he saw me crying at camp he came up to me and told me that he was going to buy me some ice cream from the canteen. WHO ELSE WOULD DO THAT?!?!? please tell me..I want to know. He even taught me how to play ping-pong, and he didn't even make me feel like I stunk at it, which I basically did. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Joel...hmm....what can I say about Joel? I can say alot of things about Joel. lol. He's is basically the most hilarious person in the world. I kid you not. The skit that he did with the other teens was basically hilarious, and he was perfect for the part. AAAHAHAHAHA. I bet you wish you would've seen it, huh? too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;My friend Josh is a new christian, and it is amazing to see how much he is growing in Christ. Last Thursday night we talked for like an hour and a half. We both had SOO much to say. It's kinda weird, because he is my sisters manager, lol. "Hi, I'm Anna and my sister's manager is one of my best friends." lol. He is amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;LEAH LEAH LEAH!!! Leah and I have our disagreements here and there, and she always says that she is sorry. Why does SHE always say sorry. I'M always the dumb one in the situation. I can't wait till school starts again. That means I'll be able to ride with her to and fro every day. WOO!! I love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;ok...I'm gonna stop rambling now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13380535-112353844004964385?l=raggedyannabell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/feeds/112353844004964385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13380535&amp;postID=112353844004964385' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/112353844004964385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/112353844004964385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/2005/08/amazing-friends-god-has-given-me.html' title='The amazing friends God has given me.'/><author><name>Raggedy Anna Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245129077147372047</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-13380535.post-112353445446572665</id><published>2005-08-08T14:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T14:54:14.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/299/6972/320/anna%20abby%20leah.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/299/6972/320/anna%20abby%20leah.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Abby and Leah!  WOO!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13380535-112353445446572665?l=raggedyannabell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/feeds/112353445446572665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13380535&amp;postID=112353445446572665' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/112353445446572665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/112353445446572665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/2005/08/me-abby-and-leah-woo.html' title=''/><author><name>Raggedy Anna Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245129077147372047</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-13380535.post-112199564831935804</id><published>2005-07-21T20:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T14:10:49.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;AAAAAAAAHHHH!!!! I just know it. These next few weeks are going to be the BEST few weeks in my life..well....you know. Ok, so I'm overexaggerating...a little. just a little. And the "AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" was an "AH" of excitement. Wanna see my schedule??? Sure ya do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tomorrow...Friday, July 22nd. Work from 8-2 (ok, so that's not very exciting, but just you wait) After work I will be migrating to the "vlarmidats" to babysit with Abby from 3:00pm - 11:00pm. 8 HOURS. You might ask..."why are you so excited about babysitting for 8 HOURS?!?!?!?!" trust me. If you knew these kids, you would never want to stop babysitting them. They are soo ADORABLE.... There are 3 kids..McKenzie (6), Allison(like 4), and Natalie (1yr. and 3 months old). AAAAHHHH!!! I can't wait. (As some of you might not have noticed...I LOVE LITTLE CHILDREN!!!) Ok i'm SO done ranting. After I'm done at the vlarmidats residence, I will be migrating right on over to Abby's house, then I'm going to spend the night...yea. Why does it seem as though I sleep at Abby's house more than my own house??? I dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saturday, July 23rd..hey that's becky's birthday. haha. 5:30= Teen Progressive Supper Bike Hike...lets just call it TPSBH. The "TPSBH" is where we like ride our bikes to peoples houses and like...eat food. if you know what I mean. Each house we go to, we have a different course of the meal. 1st house= Appetizer 2nd=Salad 3rd=Main course 4th= Dessert. I wonder which house will have the drinks... ?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sunday, July 24th= church!  :)  Abby and I have to sing a special on Sunday...ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Monday, July 25th= SIX-FLAGS!!!!!!! So...my sister works at Papa Murphy's and some of the workers from there are having a day at 6-flags, and they are aloud to bring a friend. Kristin invited me to go with her. God Bless her dear soul. Ok, so I kinda hinted at her that I wanted to go, but she could've easily invited someone else like...danny or someone. The only people I know that are going to be there are Nate, Jim, and Kristin. haha. I'll just stick with them...unless they get sick of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tuesday, July 26th= The first day of Camp Jubilee! YAY!!! I CAN'T WAIT. I GET TO SEE MY FRIENDS!!! ahhhh. : ) ( erick, you don't count!) JUST KIDDING. ; ) I'm actually gonna be a counselor this year. well...actually...Pastor Ewers likes to call it a "Junior Counselor" so I guess i'm a junior counselor. : / So Camp Jubilee goes from the 26th to the 29th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saturday, July 30th= ROCK COUNTY FAIR= Kristin and I are going to get our annual caricature (sp??)!!! We've gotten 3 so far and we plan on keeping it a tradition. : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sunday, July 31st= Church= I have an offeretory to do in the morning... : ( oh well... I have it memorized anyway. haha, yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Monday, August 1st- Saturday, August 6th = FAMILY CAMP!!!!!!! I LOVE FAMILY CAMP!!!!!!!! We have like 72 people registered for camp and that's alot compared to other years. :) Josh is coming for 4 days, which basically rules the world. And my mom and dad are finally going. I've been going with a different family from our church for like 4 years. But this year, my dad finally decided that it is time for him to take a break, so he's taking off work for it. :) :) :) We's gonna have a good time at camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then...all the days after family camp are basically gonna be just dreadful days, waiting for school to start again.       :  (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's all children.  Have a nice time commenting on my blog....  *wink wink*   ; )  ; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13380535-112199564831935804?l=raggedyannabell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/feeds/112199564831935804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13380535&amp;postID=112199564831935804' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/112199564831935804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/112199564831935804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/2005/07/aaaaahhhhhh.html' title='AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!'/><author><name>Raggedy Anna Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245129077147372047</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13380535.post-112182408118564509</id><published>2005-07-19T20:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T19:56:34.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>confusion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Listen to this audio post before you read the stuff below it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/68211/216978.mp3" class="audLink"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/images/audioblogger.gif" class="audImg" alt="this is an audio post - click to play" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Would God actually teach lessons through dreams?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The lesson that I learned from that dream is that...God is in control...You can't just look to man for answers.  My problem was that I was looking to Nate for answers.  I mean...don't get me wrong, Nate DID  give me some great advice, and he helped me out alot.  But, I think that through this dream..God was actually telling me that I was wrong in doing that.  I need to trust more in Him, and look to him for guidance.  Not Nate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13380535-112182408118564509?l=raggedyannabell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/feeds/112182408118564509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13380535&amp;postID=112182408118564509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/112182408118564509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/112182408118564509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/2005/07/confusion.html' title='confusion.'/><author><name>Raggedy Anna Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245129077147372047</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-13380535.post-112156362544394454</id><published>2005-07-17T20:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T19:59:01.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;hhhh....I finally found time to ACTUALLY do something with my blog instead of just letting it sit there and be old.  hhhhh...ok...just listen to the audio post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/68211/215485.mp3" class="audLink"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/images/audioblogger.gif" class="audImg" alt="this is an audio post - click to play" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13380535-112156362544394454?l=raggedyannabell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/feeds/112156362544394454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13380535&amp;postID=112156362544394454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/112156362544394454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/112156362544394454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/2005/07/finally.html' title='FINALLY...'/><author><name>Raggedy Anna Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245129077147372047</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-13380535.post-111852419842743965</id><published>2005-06-11T16:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T15:09:58.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>dairy breakfast and such.</title><content type='html'>So uhh....basically I had a good week.  Wanna hear about it?  sure you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:  went to the Westiside Baptist girls Bible study, then hung out at the Williams, had some cake.  Talked for a REALLY long time out in the tree house w/ Scott.  fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:  pretty sweet day if you ask me.  I woke up at 7:00, and dad told me that the kidlings from the school for the blind were gonna go bowling (and yes, blind people can bowl)  and they needed some assistance.  So I was like...okay, that's fine, I'm sure i'll be able to handle a few blind kids.  So I went bowling and the lady in charge put me on a lane with 3 TOTALLY blind kids, and none of them knew anything about bowling.   So they were pretty interesting to try to teach.  Later on, I went to Westside's youth group prayer meeting or whatever they call it. Played volleyball, and uhh....that's basically it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:  Went swimming at Steph's house with Kristin and Molly.  Fun times.  When Kristin and Molly left, it was just me and steph, so we watched a movie and ate popsicles (sp?) and stuff like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:  Hung out with Abbs basically the whole day.  pretty sweet if you ask me.  We went to Taco Johns, ate food there (go figure), then went to her house....blah blah blah.  Okay ladies and gents, get this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            AMAZING wardrobe display:&lt;br /&gt;                               Green and white plaid shirt.&lt;br /&gt;                               Green and white plaid shirt TUCKED INTO blue jean shorts.&lt;br /&gt;                               Brown Tennies.&lt;br /&gt;                               White tubes socks pulled all the way up as far as they could go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I won't mention who was wearing said outfit, for his sake and mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after we hung out at Abby's house, we went to culvers then we went to a Fine Arts Concert.  It was pretty sweet if you ask me.  Then we had some sweet refreshments.  delish.  After that we went to what is called "fun night."  It was pretty cool (if you ask me). I got home at about 12:30AM saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: We went to the annual dairy breakfast (we are faithful attenders).   I had work at 8am but yet I still wanted to go to the Dairy Breakfast, so we left at about 5:45am.  So anyway...we got there,  we ate, and then we went to look around at some of the stuff that was on sale.   Kristin and I found some sweet halos with ribbons on them, and managed to get dad to buy us each one of them.  They were only $1 so ya know...!  Later on we looked at the cows...haha...we won't get into that right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13380535-111852419842743965?l=raggedyannabell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/feeds/111852419842743965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13380535&amp;postID=111852419842743965' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/111852419842743965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/111852419842743965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/2005/06/dairy-breakfast-and-such.html' title='dairy breakfast and such.'/><author><name>Raggedy Anna Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245129077147372047</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13380535.post-111837541907354121</id><published>2005-06-09T21:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T21:50:44.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ehh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I don't feel like blogging today, so I'll leave you with this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I like cheese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13380535-111837541907354121?l=raggedyannabell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/feeds/111837541907354121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13380535&amp;postID=111837541907354121' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/111837541907354121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/111837541907354121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/2005/06/ehh.html' title='ehh...'/><author><name>Raggedy Anna Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245129077147372047</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-13380535.post-111792840659340294</id><published>2005-06-04T17:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T17:42:08.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kristin Bo Bistin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;So yesterday, when I was laying in bed, the phone rang, and I basically bolted out of my room in hopes that my best friend Abby would be on the other line. (I hadn't talked to her for a week...disappointing, I know). Lo and Behold, there she was....sitting at her house with the phone up to her ear, talking....to ME! She called me and told me about her trip to Michigan and blah blah blah blah. "Do you wanna do something today"? she asked me. "Most definitely" I replied. She picked me up right away and we went to her house...hung out for a while, then went to the church to help put some new things in the pantry. =) After that, we went back to her house and hung out for a little bit longer, ate, and then went to the Talent Show at Parker (which basically ruled). When I got there, I looked at the program, and a hint of depression started to show on my face when I saw that Kristin's comedy act was the 2nd to last. Gar. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Highlights of the show:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ol style="font-family: arial;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Jordan Jackson's stand up comedy....pretty sweet if you ask me&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The Parker Drum-Line....even Abby was impressed....that's a compliment&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Leon White and Mike Chambers singing, "In the Jungle" (Leon White is basically my hero)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Ruel...basically ruled the whole show...(haha, get it?  Ruel ruled)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Ruel and Marty with their "street drumming" (that's what i like to call it) was pretty sweet.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;And last, but most certainly, definitely not least....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KRISTIN HEESEN &lt;/span&gt;(my sister, if you didn't know) was the most amazing person up there.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok so umm.....I'm done....basically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;L8R G8ORZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13380535-111792840659340294?l=raggedyannabell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/feeds/111792840659340294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13380535&amp;postID=111792840659340294' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/111792840659340294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/111792840659340294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/2005/06/kristin-bo-bistin.html' title='Kristin Bo Bistin'/><author><name>Raggedy Anna Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245129077147372047</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-13380535.post-111777864645313722</id><published>2005-06-02T23:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T00:04:06.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting day in the neighborhood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well hello there everyone, Anna here.  This is my first time blogging to you all.  Hope ya find yourself returning to this blog daily, hoping that I updated it....Well that's enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went through my daily routine today....wake up, look in the fridge, find nothing in the fridge, go to the living room, turn on the tv....watch tv for a while, play piano...and that  cycle goes on for about a 4 or 5 hours until my parents come home with food.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(ok so, I kinda exaggerated &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;a little&lt;/span&gt; there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After doing all of that, I decided it was time to go outside and get a little fresh air.  Lo and Behold, Taya and her sister Aliana were playing soccer at the park across the street, so I decided to go and kick around with them for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went inside and Dad had food ready.  My dad is amazing.  He made &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Macaroni and Cheese&lt;/span&gt; and he had hamburger meat ready to put in it, but he knows I'm not to crazy about hamburger meat in my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;mac n' cheese, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;so he called me in the kitchen to dish myself some meatless food before he had put the meat in it.  :) &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so I went into the kitchen and slapped some food on my plate, which consisted of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Macaroni and Cheese&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, Corn, and Cottage Cheese.  Interesting combination, I know.  So I brought my food into the living room to watch Jeopardy with my mom, and I heard a knock on the door.  It was Danny Beechler (one of Kristin's friends).  He came over to bring Kristin her homework which she had left in his car.  I made Kristin aware of this, and she wanted to talk to Danny, but she was getting ready for the Music Awards Program at Parker, so she wanted me to entertain him for a while, while she was getting ready.  So, Danny and I were talking for a while when dad comes outside and says, "why don't you and Danny go jump out on the trampoline for a while?"  so, I put my food on the porch (not a good idea, having a blind mom in the family, but I'll get to that later) and we went to the backyard and went to the trampoline.  We jumped for a while, and I told him about the memories Kristin and I share on that trampoline.  So...after jumping and talking for about 15 minutes, Kristin is finally ready to go.  So we jump off the trampoline and we head for the car out front.  I hear mom come outside, and I said "MOM, DON'T STEP ON MY FOOOOOOD."  It was too late....she stepped on it....It was gone.....ALL GONE!!!!  I had only taken ONE bite out of that whole meal.  hhhhhhhh.... oh well...I got over it.&lt;br /&gt; Soo.... Off we went to the awards program in which Kristin was recognized for her amazing accomplishments at Parker High School.  After that...(okay here is the best part of this whole blog.  Are you ready?  good, cuz here it goes) we went to Dairy Queen for dessert.  I asked my mom, seeing as she stepped on my dinner, if I could get a meal.  She finally agreed to get me a chicken salad.  We sat down, and Kristin and I shared our childhood memories with Danny, which I think he enjoyed very much.  (he basically died of laughter while imagining the moment where I ran into a parked car with my bike, trying to get the dog to go back home.) In the middle of eating my chicken salad, I realized I didn't have enough ranch dressing to finish a delightful salad, so I ran up to the counter to ask for some more ranch dressing. (here's the REAL good part.) While waiting for my turn at the counter, one of the workers was mixing a shake with the shake mixer, turned around to get the lid for it, she gasped and said "ouch ouch ouch ouch."  Why?  you might ask.  I'll tell ya why....SHE GOT HER HAIR STUCK IN THE SHAKE MIXER.  That was the funniest thing I have ever witnessed in my life.&lt;br /&gt;After her hair was released, she went to the back to fix her hair.  I looked at the shake mixer and I saw a whole lot of hair wrapped around it.  I tried to keep my laughter in, but I couldn't help it so I just walked away and went back to sit down, and shared that story with Danny, Kristin, and Sarah. &lt;br /&gt;Later on at Dairy Queen, I was taught the "op language."  wopeloplop tophopatop'sop aloplop foporop topdopayop.  (Well that's all for today.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13380535-111777864645313722?l=raggedyannabell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/feeds/111777864645313722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13380535&amp;postID=111777864645313722' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/111777864645313722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13380535/posts/default/111777864645313722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannabell.blogspot.com/2005/06/interesting-day-in-neighborhood.html' title='Interesting day in the neighborhood.'/><author><name>Raggedy Anna Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245129077147372047</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></feed>
