<?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-7353558274165015377</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:30:01.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today as is</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todayasis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353558274165015377/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todayasis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>riahbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175949293468660878</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>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353558274165015377.post-8879532432859320057</id><published>2008-11-20T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T18:29:20.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow</title><content type='html'>I love the snow.  wow really Love it.  Thank you very much. so I have been talking in a English accent, and I have gotten quite good at it!  So today at school on a bus ride I had been talking to my friend and a freshman was like "so where are you from?" and I replied, "Bedford Michigan... But originally England"  And guess what, they belived me!  They thought I was from England!  And they still do.  I didnt correct them.&lt;br /&gt;YAY for Accents!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353558274165015377-8879532432859320057?l=todayasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todayasis.blogspot.com/feeds/8879532432859320057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353558274165015377&amp;postID=8879532432859320057' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353558274165015377/posts/default/8879532432859320057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353558274165015377/posts/default/8879532432859320057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todayasis.blogspot.com/2008/11/snow.html' title='Snow'/><author><name>riahbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175949293468660878</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-7353558274165015377.post-7351449798066414870</id><published>2008-11-08T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T18:32:07.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HA! this is amazing....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yxenUzZPFiQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yxenUzZPFiQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353558274165015377-7351449798066414870?l=todayasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todayasis.blogspot.com/feeds/7351449798066414870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353558274165015377&amp;postID=7351449798066414870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353558274165015377/posts/default/7351449798066414870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353558274165015377/posts/default/7351449798066414870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todayasis.blogspot.com/2008/11/ha-this-is-amazing.html' title='HA! this is amazing....'/><author><name>riahbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175949293468660878</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-7353558274165015377.post-6997973306029335726</id><published>2008-11-05T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T14:52:38.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I am  such a great sister...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o30whBTlNxU/SRIe8zqT7jI/AAAAAAAAABA/hks_gEYWPok/s1600-h/IMG_5950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265304944358190642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o30whBTlNxU/SRIe8zqT7jI/AAAAAAAAABA/hks_gEYWPok/s320/IMG_5950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o30whBTlNxU/SRIe9r7Em0I/AAAAAAAAABI/nVtsVHBISzU/s1600-h/IMG_5951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265304959460875074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o30whBTlNxU/SRIe9r7Em0I/AAAAAAAAABI/nVtsVHBISzU/s320/IMG_5951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o30whBTlNxU/SRIe96AM4eI/AAAAAAAAABQ/By8GyGf4sig/s1600-h/IMG_5953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265304963240485346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o30whBTlNxU/SRIe96AM4eI/AAAAAAAAABQ/By8GyGf4sig/s320/IMG_5953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yeah. So the story behind this is, we were raking the front yard, and mckenna was jumping into the leaves. Me being the responsible older smarter sister, says "hey mckenna why dont you jump out of the tree into the leaves!" The look she gives me is one of pure joy, and innocence, she trusts that I have just given her a brilliant idea. She doesn't even think it suspect that I have not tried this brilliant plan myself but have given her the joy of trying it first. So as she climbs the tree and jumps I throw out a last seccond warning, (actually there is not even a chance I said it before she jumped. It was deff mid air) "dont break your legs."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She lands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On her knees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can hear the dull "THUMP" and the jump is over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She sits still in the leaves long enough for me to think about being worried. (not long enough to be worried, but to &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; about being woried.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said "did that hurt" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her answer "yup".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I am &lt;em&gt;such&lt;/em&gt; a great sister...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353558274165015377-6997973306029335726?l=todayasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todayasis.blogspot.com/feeds/6997973306029335726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353558274165015377&amp;postID=6997973306029335726' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353558274165015377/posts/default/6997973306029335726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353558274165015377/posts/default/6997973306029335726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todayasis.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-i-am-such-great-sister.html' title='So I am  such a great sister...'/><author><name>riahbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175949293468660878</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o30whBTlNxU/SRIe8zqT7jI/AAAAAAAAABA/hks_gEYWPok/s72-c/IMG_5950.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353558274165015377.post-6554901960227314564</id><published>2008-10-23T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T18:20:28.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ahh, creativity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o30whBTlNxU/SQEijsVp5mI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-9mhWNz1dkQ/s1600-h/calvin_snowmen-car.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260523836338202210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o30whBTlNxU/SQEijsVp5mI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-9mhWNz1dkQ/s320/calvin_snowmen-car.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353558274165015377-6554901960227314564?l=todayasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todayasis.blogspot.com/feeds/6554901960227314564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353558274165015377&amp;postID=6554901960227314564' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353558274165015377/posts/default/6554901960227314564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353558274165015377/posts/default/6554901960227314564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todayasis.blogspot.com/2008/10/ahh-creativity.html' title='ahh, creativity'/><author><name>riahbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175949293468660878</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o30whBTlNxU/SQEijsVp5mI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-9mhWNz1dkQ/s72-c/calvin_snowmen-car.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353558274165015377.post-4480219534830600058</id><published>2008-10-23T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T17:49:47.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calvin and Hobbs are my Hero's... This killed me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o30whBTlNxU/SQEbf0wAEtI/AAAAAAAAAAw/jNv5MEV3tRs/s1600-h/calvin+and+hobbs%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260516073295319762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o30whBTlNxU/SQEbf0wAEtI/AAAAAAAAAAw/jNv5MEV3tRs/s320/calvin+and+hobbs%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353558274165015377-4480219534830600058?l=todayasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todayasis.blogspot.com/feeds/4480219534830600058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353558274165015377&amp;postID=4480219534830600058' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353558274165015377/posts/default/4480219534830600058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353558274165015377/posts/default/4480219534830600058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todayasis.blogspot.com/2008/10/calvin-and-hobbs-are-my-heros-this.html' title='Calvin and Hobbs are my Hero&apos;s... This killed me.'/><author><name>riahbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175949293468660878</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o30whBTlNxU/SQEbf0wAEtI/AAAAAAAAAAw/jNv5MEV3tRs/s72-c/calvin+and+hobbs%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353558274165015377.post-3069952835774314929</id><published>2008-10-20T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T04:08:10.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert!</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I went to a concert.  It was Awesome.  Some of the bands that were there were Kutless, Thousand Foot Krutch, Pillar, Run Kid Run, fireflight, and I dont remember the rest.  It was crazy, me and my Friend Amey, were in the mosh pit in the front.  At one point there everyone was like pushing and shoving and it was like AHHHH!  But anyway, just wanted to update you....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353558274165015377-3069952835774314929?l=todayasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todayasis.blogspot.com/feeds/3069952835774314929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353558274165015377&amp;postID=3069952835774314929' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353558274165015377/posts/default/3069952835774314929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353558274165015377/posts/default/3069952835774314929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todayasis.blogspot.com/2008/10/concert.html' title='Concert!'/><author><name>riahbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175949293468660878</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-7353558274165015377.post-8924190133207712905</id><published>2008-09-24T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T13:37:54.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>How is it possible to control thoughts feelings and Moods?  Music.  I love music.  Music can thrill me, make me feel devastated, lost or even estatic.  It brings people together and usually doesn't push them apart.  There are so many different types of music.  I have become a music lover.  I have always liked music, but I now Love it.  I have come to appreciate all types of music, some more than others.... But none the less, All.  So if you need some music appreciation lessons watch my FAVORITE MOVIE OF ALL TIME August rush.  Its the best let me tell you.  So yeah umm Music=Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353558274165015377-8924190133207712905?l=todayasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todayasis.blogspot.com/feeds/8924190133207712905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353558274165015377&amp;postID=8924190133207712905' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353558274165015377/posts/default/8924190133207712905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353558274165015377/posts/default/8924190133207712905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todayasis.blogspot.com/2008/09/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>riahbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175949293468660878</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-7353558274165015377.post-2580741950044523732</id><published>2008-09-21T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T11:12:10.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Move</title><content type='html'>So we moved.  And I have not written on this for a while, so I decided to write about how we moved.  I hated it at first.  It made me so mad that we had to move again.  It was horrid, I cried the first day we traveled to Portage, and that whole week.  Once we made it here, I made some great friends that include Aric Hewitt, Amey Hewitt, Leah Devoe, Lindsey sanders and others but those are just some of the people that made it worthwhile moving here.  But anyway I am very happy to be a Portigian now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353558274165015377-2580741950044523732?l=todayasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todayasis.blogspot.com/feeds/2580741950044523732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353558274165015377&amp;postID=2580741950044523732' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353558274165015377/posts/default/2580741950044523732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353558274165015377/posts/default/2580741950044523732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todayasis.blogspot.com/2008/09/move.html' title='Move'/><author><name>riahbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175949293468660878</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-7353558274165015377.post-4860984703905129359</id><published>2008-01-31T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T15:50:52.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow i am really boring!</title><content type='html'>I had a revelation today. I AM BORING!&lt;br /&gt;weird I know. My life has nothing that would intrest anyone.&lt;br /&gt;I dont Know why people talk to me.  I mean ethier my friends are desprate or they just feel bad for me.  :]  My life consists of praying for a snow delay, soccer conditioning and the pain that soccer conditioning brings.  (all those leg lifts, wall sits and bleachers,, yuck!)  SO ask yourself this question, why am I sitting on the computer reading this girls boringness?  Or I can ask myself, why am I writing this boringness down for everyone to slog through?  I really dont know.  I think Im gonna go do something to make my life more interestin,  (thats my southern typing) ..................................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353558274165015377-4860984703905129359?l=todayasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todayasis.blogspot.com/feeds/4860984703905129359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353558274165015377&amp;postID=4860984703905129359' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353558274165015377/posts/default/4860984703905129359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353558274165015377/posts/default/4860984703905129359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todayasis.blogspot.com/2008/01/wow-i-am-really-boring.html' title='Wow i am really boring!'/><author><name>riahbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175949293468660878</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353558274165015377.post-7217514052720942733</id><published>2008-01-06T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T13:51:10.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>okkkkkk</title><content type='html'>I feel really insignificant right now.  me and heather were forgotten by our soccer buddy.&lt;br /&gt;we have been looking forward to this day at this time for a week and a half. and he forgot us.&lt;br /&gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bummer&lt;br /&gt;better luck next weekend&lt;br /&gt;we are gonna be so annoying to him, cause we are gonna remind him every day.&lt;br /&gt;yeah we are so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;i gotta go babysit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugg me and heather think guys are stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fo sho -heather&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353558274165015377-7217514052720942733?l=todayasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todayasis.blogspot.com/feeds/7217514052720942733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353558274165015377&amp;postID=7217514052720942733' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353558274165015377/posts/default/7217514052720942733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353558274165015377/posts/default/7217514052720942733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todayasis.blogspot.com/2008/01/okkkkkk.html' title='okkkkkk'/><author><name>riahbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175949293468660878</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-7353558274165015377.post-343323240737106706</id><published>2008-01-04T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T10:06:12.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>who do that?</title><content type='html'>wht?&lt;br /&gt;hs hppend&lt;br /&gt;to the english lang.?&lt;br /&gt;IMing has killed the normal way of spk.ing&lt;br /&gt;we have shotend almost everything...&lt;br /&gt;ok more later on the same subject.&lt;br /&gt;i gtg class is over&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353558274165015377-343323240737106706?l=todayasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todayasis.blogspot.com/feeds/343323240737106706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353558274165015377&amp;postID=343323240737106706' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353558274165015377/posts/default/343323240737106706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353558274165015377/posts/default/343323240737106706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todayasis.blogspot.com/2008/01/who-do-that.html' title='who do that?'/><author><name>riahbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175949293468660878</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-7353558274165015377.post-4082151827551026190</id><published>2007-12-24T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T14:43:10.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>oh.  My.  Goodness.  Its.  Finally.  Here.&lt;br /&gt;It felt like forever but its finally come.&lt;br /&gt;The longest night of the year.&lt;br /&gt;oh my goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she wants a soccerball&lt;br /&gt;she needs new jeans&lt;br /&gt;she would like some more makeup&lt;br /&gt;she would dislike a pair of  ankle socks&lt;br /&gt;she would prefer some shin gaurds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he wants an i-pod&lt;br /&gt;he needs some more shoes&lt;br /&gt;he would like some more halo games&lt;br /&gt;he would dislike underwear&lt;br /&gt;he would prefer guitar hero 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she wants a moose&lt;br /&gt;she needs new socks&lt;br /&gt;she would like an i-pod&lt;br /&gt;she would dislike grow rocks&lt;br /&gt;she would prefer earings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa, You got all that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353558274165015377-4082151827551026190?l=todayasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todayasis.blogspot.com/feeds/4082151827551026190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353558274165015377&amp;postID=4082151827551026190' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353558274165015377/posts/default/4082151827551026190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353558274165015377/posts/default/4082151827551026190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todayasis.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>riahbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175949293468660878</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-7353558274165015377.post-6630344654225973439</id><published>2007-12-19T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T10:05:25.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School is SO not cool</title><content type='html'>school is not cool&lt;br /&gt;I am in my fourth hour right now and I am bored out of my MIND!!&lt;br /&gt;This is my computers class, Dad, and kenna.&lt;br /&gt;I am not doing anything against the rules...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OF MARIAH CRYDERMAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;since I am probably going to drop dead an seccond out of boredness, I would like to say,  Mckenna you can have my good christmas presents, and my part in the christmas play at the lodge goes to Kara.  NO ONE CAN HAVE MY Clothes,,, except candice. ok i gtg   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my class is over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353558274165015377-6630344654225973439?l=todayasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todayasis.blogspot.com/feeds/6630344654225973439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353558274165015377&amp;postID=6630344654225973439' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353558274165015377/posts/default/6630344654225973439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353558274165015377/posts/default/6630344654225973439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todayasis.blogspot.com/2007/12/school-is-so-not-cool.html' title='School is SO not cool'/><author><name>riahbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175949293468660878</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-7353558274165015377.post-8150292911994602789</id><published>2007-12-17T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T10:17:28.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>time</title><content type='html'>Time changes.&lt;br /&gt;when I was younger 1 hour seemed like forever.&lt;br /&gt;now it feels so short. &lt;br /&gt;is that because I am older? &lt;br /&gt;as you accumulate more and more time under the hypthetical belt of life, does it shorten the moments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 days till christmas.&lt;br /&gt;it feels longer till christmas then it did last week&lt;br /&gt;that doesnt make sense.&lt;br /&gt;is it because I am excited?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excitement makes time slow slow down&lt;br /&gt;dreading makes time speed up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have figured out the way of staying young forever.&lt;br /&gt;I will always stay in a perpetual state of excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 more days....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353558274165015377-8150292911994602789?l=todayasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todayasis.blogspot.com/feeds/8150292911994602789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353558274165015377&amp;postID=8150292911994602789' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353558274165015377/posts/default/8150292911994602789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353558274165015377/posts/default/8150292911994602789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todayasis.blogspot.com/2007/12/time.html' title='time'/><author><name>riahbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175949293468660878</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-7353558274165015377.post-5670969627773552319</id><published>2007-11-05T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T18:11:14.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o30whBTlNxU/Ry_KdiGlraI/AAAAAAAAAAo/_uEsr9jIM3U/s1600-h/IMG_3328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129541109317741986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o30whBTlNxU/Ry_KdiGlraI/AAAAAAAAAAo/_uEsr9jIM3U/s320/IMG_3328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halloween,  left to right, Mckenna (laundry basket) Me (gangster) Candice (also gangster)  umm I cant remember this girls name but she is an exchange student at bedford and Candice invited her to come with us.  She was really great.  I have learned a valuable lesson on this night.  Big pants are HARD to walk in.  I really have no idea how guys can be the least bit comfortable wearing these pants.  It feels like your walking with a diaper on and every time you stop walking the pants fall down to your knees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  OH yeah and Me and Candice are WAY to nice to be gangster.  Every time me and candice steped on someones grass we were like "ohhh IM soooooo sorry!!!".  And "Have a happy Halloween!!/ have a good evening!"  after every house.  But I wouldnt have it any other way.  I wonder what me and Candice will be next year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353558274165015377-5670969627773552319?l=todayasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todayasis.blogspot.com/feeds/5670969627773552319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353558274165015377&amp;postID=5670969627773552319' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353558274165015377/posts/default/5670969627773552319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353558274165015377/posts/default/5670969627773552319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todayasis.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween-left-to-right-mckenna-laundry.html' title=''/><author><name>riahbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175949293468660878</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o30whBTlNxU/Ry_KdiGlraI/AAAAAAAAAAo/_uEsr9jIM3U/s72-c/IMG_3328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353558274165015377.post-4599715662737433207</id><published>2007-11-04T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T16:43:38.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So today I got to be part of the service at crossroads church.  Me and Mckenna (Angela, and Emily) got to come out and stand on stage during a song.  (I Am by Nicole Nordeman)  I really felt part of the crew that workes to pull off the sunday services every week.  It also made me appreciate how muchwork really goes into each and every thing that happens on the stage.  So to any of you reading this blog, thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Mariah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353558274165015377-4599715662737433207?l=todayasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todayasis.blogspot.com/feeds/4599715662737433207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353558274165015377&amp;postID=4599715662737433207' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353558274165015377/posts/default/4599715662737433207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353558274165015377/posts/default/4599715662737433207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todayasis.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-today-i-got-to-be-part-of-service-at.html' title=''/><author><name>riahbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175949293468660878</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-7353558274165015377.post-8990395986753214878</id><published>2007-11-02T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T12:56:10.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened to playing tag?</title><content type='html'>Do you remember the days when you could just go outside and find plenty of kids to play a simple game of tag with? Well those days seemed to have ended for me. The other day on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; night after trick-or-treating me and Candice went to a friends house for a chance to hang out. During this time the collective teens who were there, traded candy, talked about the outrageous costumes seen that night and threw unwanted candy (saltwater taffy/tootsie rolls) at each other.&lt;br /&gt;Once we were all hyped up on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sugar&lt;/span&gt;, I had the great idea to go outside and play ghost in the graveyard (for directions, Google the said name). That idea was taken with great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;enthusiasm&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt; was dashed when we figured we would be unable to play due to the fact there was a fence &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;encircling&lt;/span&gt; the yard. So we decided to play just plain hide and seek, which then turned into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hide&lt;/span&gt; and seek tag, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt; then turned into more of a hybrid due to the fact that half of the people were afraid of slipping if they ran because of wet ground. Then, we had to put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;limits&lt;/span&gt; on where people could run IF they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;wetgroundaphobia&lt;/span&gt;. THEN there had to be a " safe" which turned into a place everyone who was hiding tried to get to and where you had to stay till the end of the game, instead of a temporary spot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;safety&lt;/span&gt;. Oh yeah AND since some of the girls &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; want to look for people by themselves they had to have partners. The game of tag &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;evolved&lt;/span&gt; into a game of what is now called... hide-and-seek-tag-but-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;-run-if-you-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;-want-to-slip-and-you-have-to-make-it-to-the-goal-before-the-seekers-get-bored-or-you-will-be-hiding-all-night-while-they-go-back-inside-and-eat-pizza-together-because-girls-are-too-scared-to-go-anywhere-without-a-partner, game. Sound fun?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353558274165015377-8990395986753214878?l=todayasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todayasis.blogspot.com/feeds/8990395986753214878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353558274165015377&amp;postID=8990395986753214878' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353558274165015377/posts/default/8990395986753214878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353558274165015377/posts/default/8990395986753214878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todayasis.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-happened-to-playing-tag.html' title='What happened to playing tag?'/><author><name>riahbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175949293468660878</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-7353558274165015377.post-2325925791502032338</id><published>2007-10-19T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T14:38:51.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>seasons change</title><content type='html'>There are these things called seasons.... I love them.  I just think that God was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;brilliant&lt;/span&gt; when he made them up.  I wonder if any of the Angels ever thought to question why God made the earth be able to deliver such harsh temperatures.  hmmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seasons are all so different but all so amazing too.  One thing I cant understand is how people have their favorite season.  For me this feat is impossible.  when every season comes around I am totally ready for it, the change of colors and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; the change of temperature.  Take fall for example when the wind starts blowing and I can feel a slight nip in the air, I get all excited for mittens, scarfs, and knitting .  sometimes I wonder what is so captivating about seasons for me.  Is it the prospect of a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt;?  Or is it the Holidays that are seen drawing ever closer on the horizon?  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know, but I am so glad that God &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; listen to those Angels...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353558274165015377-2325925791502032338?l=todayasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todayasis.blogspot.com/feeds/2325925791502032338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353558274165015377&amp;postID=2325925791502032338' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353558274165015377/posts/default/2325925791502032338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353558274165015377/posts/default/2325925791502032338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todayasis.blogspot.com/2007/10/seasons-change.html' title='seasons change'/><author><name>riahbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175949293468660878</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-7353558274165015377.post-5344548325170290946</id><published>2007-10-18T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T13:46:20.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no going back</title><content type='html'>This is cool.  I officially have a  blog.&lt;br /&gt;Actually it feels weird.&lt;br /&gt;Letting tons of people be able to look at anything that you have posted.&lt;br /&gt;Telling people what you think.&lt;br /&gt;And them being able to tell you what they think about it.&lt;br /&gt;Wether it is good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, there's no going back now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353558274165015377-5344548325170290946?l=todayasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todayasis.blogspot.com/feeds/5344548325170290946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353558274165015377&amp;postID=5344548325170290946' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353558274165015377/posts/default/5344548325170290946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353558274165015377/posts/default/5344548325170290946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todayasis.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-going-back.html' title='no going back'/><author><name>riahbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175949293468660878</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></feed>
