<?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-1284240617285408030</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:48:19.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Strike A Note... And Play it loud</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm a cat purrson (haha) and well I play the oboe. (not very well) 
i like to laugh at nothing and stand in new spring grass. (i hate droughts and winter.)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>EmmaRae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369628454174672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SXJGjNqVk6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/drh22tJLC40/S220/080101_0108.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284240617285408030.post-8531224551582695210</id><published>2009-03-02T17:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T17:39:10.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ok so it's not just me... it really is March right? You know "March Madness", St. Patty's Day, in like a lion out like a lamb? So if it's March.... WHY THE HECK IS THERE 6 in OF SNOW OUTSIDE? Please let it be noted that is the MOST snow that I have ever seen!!!!!!! (At my house!) BUT COME ON SPRING! It's March! It's sooooooooo close just hurry up! In case you didn't know... I hate wet/cold. Which is pretty much snow in a nutshell! I miss: Green, Warm, Rain, Being able to go outside without a coat, not needing a jacket IN the school building, not having dry hand and chapped lips. Gosh next Groundhog Day I am rigging it so the groundhog sees or doesn't see his shadow whatever it is so that's it's spring soon! COME ON SPRING!!!!!!! HURRY UP! So on Friday night, I painted my nails,,,, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black.&lt;/span&gt; Everyone freaked out and thought I was going goth so I painted them back to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dark purple..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I don't get the big deal about black nails though! As long as I wear bright colors with them isn't it like not goth? Whatever... We don't have school tomorrow! Know what that means? CHORES, HOMEWORK, and MAYBE THE LIBRARY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284240617285408030-8531224551582695210?l=emmaraefender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/feeds/8531224551582695210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284240617285408030&amp;postID=8531224551582695210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/8531224551582695210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/8531224551582695210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/2009/03/few-updates.html' title='A Few Updates'/><author><name>EmmaRae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369628454174672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SXJGjNqVk6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/drh22tJLC40/S220/080101_0108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284240617285408030.post-635728936680866145</id><published>2009-02-18T18:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T18:26:01.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what i've learned in almost a month</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I have learned in almost a month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;In Choreography Speak "one more time" means one million more times&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have no rhythm and no beat therefore making me a terrible dancer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really shouldn't have tried out for the musical because of the aforementioned dancing thing. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to get off oooops...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EmmaRae&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/1284240617285408030-635728936680866145?l=emmaraefender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/feeds/635728936680866145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284240617285408030&amp;postID=635728936680866145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/635728936680866145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/635728936680866145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-ive-learned-in-almost-month.html' title='what i&apos;ve learned in almost a month'/><author><name>EmmaRae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369628454174672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SXJGjNqVk6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/drh22tJLC40/S220/080101_0108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284240617285408030.post-4907943255387153256</id><published>2009-01-25T12:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T13:28:24.954-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Suckish Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm just having one of those suckish days. Where you don't want to do anything but lay around in your PJ's alllll day because u feel crappy. Which is exactly what I'm doing. Feeling Crappy that is. I should be doing something more constructive like observing the list of stuff I should be doing but I'm just tired. And I haven't done anything today! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;List of Stuff:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Clean Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Play Oboe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fold Laundry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Look in my backpack and make sure that I don't have any homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;idk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;today sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;i'm bored&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i'm going to put pictures on here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! =P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;EmmaRae &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284240617285408030-4907943255387153256?l=emmaraefender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/feeds/4907943255387153256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284240617285408030&amp;postID=4907943255387153256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/4907943255387153256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/4907943255387153256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/2009/01/suckish-day.html' title='Suckish Day'/><author><name>EmmaRae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369628454174672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SXJGjNqVk6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/drh22tJLC40/S220/080101_0108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284240617285408030.post-7254394579373185887</id><published>2009-01-24T18:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:54:57.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of Priscilla (the cat) and some other animals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SXulWfbVSSI/AAAAAAAAADY/Z3P_ZygMc50/s1600-h/tornado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SXulWfbVSSI/AAAAAAAAADY/Z3P_ZygMc50/s320/tornado.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295007592715995426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SXulWNK-ixI/AAAAAAAAADQ/MhLPtNjUDFY/s1600-h/IMG_2902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SXulWNK-ixI/AAAAAAAAADQ/MhLPtNjUDFY/s320/IMG_2902.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295007587815557906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cute cat is Priscilla and the dog with his tongue hanging out is.... Tornado. the dog that peed on me. but he is pretty cute...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EmmaRae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284240617285408030-7254394579373185887?l=emmaraefender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/feeds/7254394579373185887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284240617285408030&amp;postID=7254394579373185887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/7254394579373185887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/7254394579373185887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/2009/01/picture-of-priscilla-cat-and-some-other.html' title='Picture of Priscilla (the cat) and some other animals'/><author><name>EmmaRae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369628454174672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SXJGjNqVk6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/drh22tJLC40/S220/080101_0108.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SXulWfbVSSI/AAAAAAAAADY/Z3P_ZygMc50/s72-c/tornado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284240617285408030.post-956092824432899710</id><published>2009-01-24T16:16:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T16:26:13.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hurt all over (SAT's, cramps, and we went to the animal shelter)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well the SAT's were four hours of my life wasted. Haha just kidding. But I'm so brain-dead.  It's a wonder I can even form sentences. The SAT's were brutal. And when I say brutal I mean bru-tal. Believe it or not the math portion was actually easier for me than the reading! (which was a shock 2 me 2) I had some friends there: Georgia F, Mindy S, Megan W, Tessa J, Madison B, and I knew a couple other people there too. (but they are boys) Only Mindy and Megan weren't in my classroom of SAT takers. We went to the animal shelter (today was free adoption day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ashevillehumane.org/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Animal Shelter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;) to take pictures again and since it was free adoption day about half the dogs &amp;amp; cats we were supposed 2 take pix of were ADOPTED! YAY! By the time we had gotten there about 20 animals had been adopted!!!!! YAY! We took pix of Fortune (sweetie), Chic Chic (cutie), Nala (sweet &amp;amp; STRONG), Copper (sweet also), and the cat I fell in love with.... Priscilla &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;EmmaRae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284240617285408030-956092824432899710?l=emmaraefender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/feeds/956092824432899710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284240617285408030&amp;postID=956092824432899710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/956092824432899710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/956092824432899710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-hurt-all-over-sats-cramps-and-we-went.html' title='I hurt all over (SAT&apos;s, cramps, and we went to the animal shelter)'/><author><name>EmmaRae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369628454174672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SXJGjNqVk6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/drh22tJLC40/S220/080101_0108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284240617285408030.post-8951799831948282233</id><published>2009-01-23T16:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T16:26:47.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New teachers, old wounds, and straight hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;S&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;o Mrs. King is nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.... if you are on her good side. Although she is a teeney tiny bit obsessed with ta&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;pe... wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;rd. So Musical theater was nerve- wracking again. The song Lost in Your Eyes (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;sung by Debbie Gibson, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;think) makes me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;nervous when I hear it because my m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;ind automatically registers it with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;nervousness. when we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt; auditioning that was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;the song we sang. M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hair is straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt; today... i think it looks weird but everyone else likes it so whatever. (my hair is naturally : Crazy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;THE SAT'S ARE TOMORROW... AHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;H!!!! (emphasis on the ahhhhh!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;SO nervous now.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EmmaRae &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284240617285408030-8951799831948282233?l=emmaraefender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/feeds/8951799831948282233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284240617285408030&amp;postID=8951799831948282233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/8951799831948282233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/8951799831948282233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-teachers-old-wounds-and-straight.html' title='New teachers, old wounds, and straight hair'/><author><name>EmmaRae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369628454174672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SXJGjNqVk6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/drh22tJLC40/S220/080101_0108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284240617285408030.post-4339410708026642653</id><published>2009-01-22T20:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T20:26:43.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework, Homework, and more Homeworkh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SXkcj5oHz8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/fl-R5Tfveyo/s1600-h/080101_0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SXkcj5oHz8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/fl-R5Tfveyo/s320/080101_0107.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294294240040832962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I actually had homework today... In all subjects! Whether that's because of the 6-day weekend or my new classes no one really knows. Georgia saved my butt today I forgot that Mrs. Fernandez assigned a worksheet (in math) to us (OVER A SUPPOSED 2 BE 4DAY WEEKEND) and I totally forgot about it. (surprise surprise, it was math!) So I did it during band, (while we weren't playing) and I got most of it wrong! haha!  But Mrs. F doesn't count for grades she counts for if you do it. So we got report cards today.... I got all A's and one B. In math... Again Surprise Surprise. In case you were wondering,,,, yes I do hate math. With a passion!!!! =P But surprisingly Mrs. Fernandez is one of my favorite teachers this year. I found out today that people actually are reading my blog besides my parents &amp;amp; Regan so I had to go back and delete a few pages that made me sound.... Childish???????????????? Yah and the picture @ the top? is just a very very very very very very very random picture I took of the sky when it was stormy. That is out in my backyard... I have to get off... =*( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;EmmaRae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284240617285408030-4339410708026642653?l=emmaraefender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/feeds/4339410708026642653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284240617285408030&amp;postID=4339410708026642653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/4339410708026642653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/4339410708026642653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/2009/01/homework-homework-and-more-homeworkh.html' title='Homework, Homework, and more Homeworkh'/><author><name>EmmaRae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369628454174672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SXJGjNqVk6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/drh22tJLC40/S220/080101_0108.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SXkcj5oHz8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/fl-R5Tfveyo/s72-c/080101_0107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284240617285408030.post-5461462576115072416</id><published>2009-01-21T12:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T12:56:42.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OOOOMMMMGGGGG!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I have had my braces off for a year today!!!! OOMMGG!!! SO NEAT! OK I HAVE TO GET OFF NOW!!!! CUZ I HAVEN'T LOOKED @ THE SAT STUFF YET! YAY!!!!! (NOT)&lt;div&gt;EMMARAE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284240617285408030-5461462576115072416?l=emmaraefender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/feeds/5461462576115072416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284240617285408030&amp;postID=5461462576115072416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/5461462576115072416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/5461462576115072416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/2009/01/oooommmmggggg.html' title='OOOOMMMMGGGGG!!!!!'/><author><name>EmmaRae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369628454174672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SXJGjNqVk6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/drh22tJLC40/S220/080101_0108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284240617285408030.post-8462240847140168154</id><published>2009-01-21T12:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T12:48:23.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Snow and More Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So it snowed Monday night! Thank Heaven! But then, the snow STAYED so we had another snow day today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;FUUUUNNNN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; My mom tricked me into thinking that there was school today and she had Josh and me completely out the door before she told us. Don't you just LOVE moms? I'm reading this ancient book called Nearby by Elizabeth Yates it doesn't have a publishing date but someone wrote in there their name and June '47 so I'm guessing it's ancient. Blossom was adopted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;SOOOOO SAD!!!!!!! =*( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; yesterday when I cooked turkey chili (go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://judithfender.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;judithfender.blogspot.com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;) I put &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;GARLIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; in there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;instead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;onions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and then in the cookies I put cake flour in there so instead of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;FLAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; cookies I had mini-mountains. And that's pretty much my 6-day weekend in a nutshell. The Eagles also were.... old. I had a REALLY REALLY bad stomachache so i think that's why i didn't enjoy them... thoroughly? Or maybe it's because they were.... old? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;EmmaRae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284240617285408030-8462240847140168154?l=emmaraefender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/feeds/8462240847140168154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284240617285408030&amp;postID=8462240847140168154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/8462240847140168154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/8462240847140168154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow-snow-and-more-snow.html' title='Snow Snow and More Snow'/><author><name>EmmaRae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369628454174672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SXJGjNqVk6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/drh22tJLC40/S220/080101_0108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284240617285408030.post-5038319611222470264</id><published>2009-01-19T14:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T14:30:21.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A concert from the 80's</title><content type='html'>Today (or should I say tonight) we are going to a concert from some band in the 80's. Fun. We aren't getting back til late late late late. Hello sleepiness @ school tomorrow.&lt;div&gt;EmmaRae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. I think it's the Eagles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284240617285408030-5038319611222470264?l=emmaraefender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/feeds/5038319611222470264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284240617285408030&amp;postID=5038319611222470264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/5038319611222470264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/5038319611222470264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='A concert from the 80&apos;s'/><author><name>EmmaRae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369628454174672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SXJGjNqVk6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/drh22tJLC40/S220/080101_0108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284240617285408030.post-5449765008387822490</id><published>2009-01-18T17:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T17:23:17.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopeless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My dream of having Blossom is just hopeless.... I want her so badly though. She hasn't been adopted... Yet. when she is it will break my heart. =( I love her and I only held her for like 8 minutes! But I want the little kitty so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUCH. &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/1284240617285408030-5449765008387822490?l=emmaraefender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/feeds/5449765008387822490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284240617285408030&amp;postID=5449765008387822490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/5449765008387822490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/5449765008387822490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/2009/01/hopeless.html' title='Hopeless'/><author><name>EmmaRae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369628454174672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SXJGjNqVk6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/drh22tJLC40/S220/080101_0108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284240617285408030.post-6591386375329314305</id><published>2009-01-18T13:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T13:28:39.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>picture of her</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SXN0tiMOeAI/AAAAAAAAACQ/69ugeW65OCk/s1600-h/011809_0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SXN0tiMOeAI/AAAAAAAAACQ/69ugeW65OCk/s320/011809_0158.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292702312711485442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;A PICTURE OF BLOSSOM AND ME HOLDING HER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:x-small;"&gt;I love Blossom. Even though I really can't have her. Because of Lucky&amp;amp;Lucy.... =( I love cats...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:x-small;"&gt;EmmaRae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284240617285408030-6591386375329314305?l=emmaraefender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/feeds/6591386375329314305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284240617285408030&amp;postID=6591386375329314305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/6591386375329314305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/6591386375329314305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/2009/01/picture-of-her.html' title='picture of her'/><author><name>EmmaRae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369628454174672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SXJGjNqVk6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/drh22tJLC40/S220/080101_0108.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SXN0tiMOeAI/AAAAAAAAACQ/69ugeW65OCk/s72-c/011809_0158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284240617285408030.post-3141560684783187602</id><published>2009-01-18T13:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T13:25:41.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am willing to clean a toilet for a cat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Gosh do you know how badly i want blossom? I have been cleaning alllllll day. This morning i cooked breakfast and afterwards I CLEANED UP! (which is like unheard of for me) Then I folded all the laundry and started more loads, cleaned my room, made my mom's bed, cleaned the guest/brother's bathroom (INCLUDING THE TOILET), and I'm about to go either impulsively clean Josh's room or my mom's-my bathroom. Or my dad's.... It's so weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;EmmaRae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284240617285408030-3141560684783187602?l=emmaraefender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/feeds/3141560684783187602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284240617285408030&amp;postID=3141560684783187602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/3141560684783187602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/3141560684783187602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-willing-to-clean-toilet-for-cat.html' title='I am willing to clean a toilet for a cat.'/><author><name>EmmaRae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369628454174672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SXJGjNqVk6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/drh22tJLC40/S220/080101_0108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284240617285408030.post-4661656102402649665</id><published>2009-01-17T16:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T16:01:41.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>English</title><content type='html'>ANNNDDD, Now it's back to English..&lt;div&gt;EmmaRae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SXJGjNqVk6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/drh22tJLC40/S220/080101_0108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284240617285408030.post-6149526108959423557</id><published>2009-01-17T15:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T16:00:20.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool I changed my blog to NORWEGIAN</title><content type='html'>I CHANGED MY BLOG TO NORWEGIAN!!!!!&lt;div&gt;EmmaRae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284240617285408030-6149526108959423557?l=emmaraefender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/feeds/6149526108959423557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284240617285408030&amp;postID=6149526108959423557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/6149526108959423557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/6149526108959423557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/2009/01/cool-i-changed-my-blog-to-norwegian.html' title='Cool I changed my blog to NORWEGIAN'/><author><name>EmmaRae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369628454174672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SXJGjNqVk6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/drh22tJLC40/S220/080101_0108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284240617285408030.post-9222823681870739969</id><published>2009-01-17T15:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T15:42:51.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peeing Dogs and Clawing Kitties</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ashevillehumane.org"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;ashevillehumane.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;To see the pictures go to the link above and go to adopt a pet and then you'll see pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;OK so today we went to the Asheville Humane Society to take photos of animals for the website. No none of the kitties clawed me, but one of the dogs did pee...ON ME! His name? Tornado, the most hyper-ist puppy you will ever meet. But also one of the sweetest. In the 7 minute time frame we spent with him, he: Peed on me, slobbered all over my face, clubbed me with both of his paws, and messed up my already messed up hair. He was so adorable. And so sweet! I feel in LOVE with a kitten (yes I'm a cat person) named Blossom. I kept telling my mom I'm going to get attached to one of those cats. And I did. I cried. I'm know I'm such a wimp. Here are the other animals we did:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cats: Loka, Blossom, Matilda, Aimee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dogs: Moo Moo, Odie, Tornado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Moo Moo, is so sweet and she is definitely for someone who likes calm dogs. Odie, CUTEST PUPPY EVER, and Tornado, well I told you about him. Loka was so nice and kind of curious. She had a sister who was already adopted... earlier that day. Matilda, well I really didn't get to know her because I was over there petting Blossom while my mom took the pic with one of the volunteer's daughter. But I'm sure she was sweet. Aimee was kind of squirmy but I'm pretty sure that was because she had recently had some kind of surgery but in all a sweet kitty. I was sooooo sad when we went there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;EmmaRae &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;p.s. pictures come l8r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284240617285408030-9222823681870739969?l=emmaraefender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/feeds/9222823681870739969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284240617285408030&amp;postID=9222823681870739969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/9222823681870739969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/9222823681870739969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/2009/01/peeing-dogs-and-clawing-kitties.html' title='Peeing Dogs and Clawing Kitties'/><author><name>EmmaRae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369628454174672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SXJGjNqVk6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/drh22tJLC40/S220/080101_0108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284240617285408030.post-4684670414731878527</id><published>2009-01-16T18:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T18:50:17.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Allergic to Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yesterday when I woke up my eyes were so red and puffy and watery it looked as if I'd been crying for a couple hours!!!! And they looked that way for a long time! Usually they only look like that when i've been a: crying or b: around stuff i'm allergic to. But what' there to be allergic to at this time of the year? SNOW????? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Updates:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Regan has a boyfriend (i'm shocked 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Kendall got a white LG Rumor JUST LIKE MINE!!! (except i have a cover on mine...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;OK well tomorrow's my parents anniversary (the 17th) and for it they are: A) Going to Hawaii  B) Nothing or C) putting a floor down in our basement, Think really really hard! If you guessed C then you are...RIGHT! Weird huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;EmmaRae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284240617285408030-4684670414731878527?l=emmaraefender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/feeds/4684670414731878527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284240617285408030&amp;postID=4684670414731878527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/4684670414731878527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/4684670414731878527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/2009/01/allergic-to-snow.html' title='Allergic to Snow'/><author><name>EmmaRae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369628454174672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SXJGjNqVk6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/drh22tJLC40/S220/080101_0108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284240617285408030.post-4177538343812311140</id><published>2009-01-14T22:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:22:52.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oops</title><content type='html'>that last post,&lt;div&gt;i was extremely tired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and a little freaked out by the fact i had just cleaned &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Willingly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my own  idea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something that hasn't happpened n years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;emmarae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284240617285408030-4177538343812311140?l=emmaraefender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/feeds/4177538343812311140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284240617285408030&amp;postID=4177538343812311140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/4177538343812311140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/4177538343812311140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/2009/01/oops.html' title='oops'/><author><name>EmmaRae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369628454174672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SXJGjNqVk6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/drh22tJLC40/S220/080101_0108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284240617285408030.post-1101123070929668988</id><published>2009-01-14T21:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:18:32.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crying Teachers, Musical Theater, and possible OCD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ugh Gosh I have five minutes! Ok so today was crazy. It was the first day of new UA's although we still had Mr. Capone, today was our last day with him and he actually teared up! Never in a million years would i have tagged Mr. Capone as an emotional person! but you never know!We said good-bye to Mrs. Carpenter today too! I'm going to miss them sooo sooo much!  Musical theater was nerve-wracking! Have i ever mentioned i can't sing? well i made a musical and I CAN'T SING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ugh and now i possibly have OCD! today while i was doing my homework i saw the mess i'm normally ok with and I CLEANED IT UP! I don't know why but i just feel like my life is spinning around and around and I can't hold on! Like one day I woke up from a dream and realized, hey this is my life! Why the heck is my room so messy? when did i get a broken heart. ooops i just realized no one knew that oh well it's not like i'm going into the details or anything.... have you ever felt this way? i did my laundry today, cleaned out my backpack. INCLUDING ALL THOSE LITTLE BROKEN PENCILS, PENS, ERASERS, GUM WRAPPERS, AND OTHER CRAP I had at the bottom of it. O gosh I am a messy person. Today when I went to the bathroom I looked into the mirror and thought: o wow did i really go out into public with my hair like this? it looked horrible! it's like some bad dream! Isn't that all the symptoms of OCD? or are they just the symptoms of reality? gosh i'm toooooo young for this! Don't you have to be like forty or something to have a mid-life crisis? UGH! WHAT IS OCD! Isn't it like Obsessive Compulsive Disorder?If this is part of growing up I DON'T WANT TO! I'll just go back to being 10 and well 10. You know what! I'm afraid of so much. Even the thought of getting old SCARES ME TO DEATH! Of getting wrinkles or gray hair or old people skin or whatever it is that makes you sag and stuff. i'm freaked out by my life like some scaredy-cat! ugh...i just realized. it's been more than 5 minutes. ooops i hope no one reads this. in some ways this blog like replaces a diary. i keep one but i can type a heck of a lot faster than i can write. i write so sloppily when i try to go fast too. I have to learn more Norwegian before I forget what i've learned and i need to STUDY FOR THE SAT'S!!!!!!!!!! I'm taking them the 24th of this month! I HAVEN'T STUDIED BUT FOR LIKE 5 MIN! (yes i'm one of those 7th grade nerds that takes the SAT's for fun!) ok good nite. Yes i promise i'm done freaking out.... For tonight anyways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;EmmaRae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284240617285408030-1101123070929668988?l=emmaraefender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/feeds/1101123070929668988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284240617285408030&amp;postID=1101123070929668988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/1101123070929668988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/1101123070929668988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/2009/01/crying-teachers-musical-theater-and.html' title='Crying Teachers, Musical Theater, and possible OCD'/><author><name>EmmaRae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369628454174672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SXJGjNqVk6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/drh22tJLC40/S220/080101_0108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284240617285408030.post-6892552037839634955</id><published>2009-01-13T19:36:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:00:39.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Body Fat and Horticulture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SW0461K-ihI/AAAAAAAAABg/H-fOfhnWwr0/s1600-h/080101_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SW0461K-ihI/AAAAAAAAABg/H-fOfhnWwr0/s400/080101_0108.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290947720586889746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ok so the pic to your right, that foot? that's mine as of saturday the 11? or maybe saturday the 10? Idk! Ain't it purty? (Sorry i had to do that!) yah it looks better now but it used to look ickier than that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; so my parents are on a diet... again. But I think it's going to work this time you guys! &lt;3&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; i didn't take gym last semester and then i didn't pick a sport. I have been limp-running lately (Or if you want to call it hobbling that too) meaning that i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; to run but with the tennis shoe (my moms which is too small) rubbing blisters on my heel and squeezing the crap out of my Sasquatch foot (yes it's still huge) it's hard. I can't go very fast. So I'm definitely (spell check) packing my lunch tomorrow. School lunch is gross anyways. I think I've already discussed this...IT WAS SNOWING EARLIER! IT WAS SNOWING IT WAS SNOWING IT WAS SNOWING IT WAS SNOWING I'M SO EXCITED AND WRITING IN BIG LETTERS IS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; MUCH FUN! But now it's time to stop. I kinda do-kinda don't want to have school tomorrow. the new semester starts tomorrow (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;aaaaaaahhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;!) and we're also having a good-bye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;capone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &amp;amp; ms. carpenter party. We bought 36 cupcakes so we better have class. WHAT THE HECK R WE SUPPOSED 2 DO WITH 36 CUPCAKES WHEN ALL OF US EXCEPT JOSH (MY BRO) ARE ON DIET-WORKOUT PLANS OR WHATEVER!? Although last year at the End of Grade Social (we aren't allowed to use the word party... is it just me or is that stupid?) my brother stuffed several cupcakes (that i made) in his mouth one after the other. then he embarrassed me by telling some guy that he had a fly next to his butt, (he did but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;still!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;) So in social studies today we presented this project on Kenya. well my group did, other groups did the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;DRC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; (Something Republic of Congo) and Zimbabwe and something else. But anyways I was in charge of the economy of Kenya, it kind of sucks. in 2003 41% of their people were under the age of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;FIFTEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 15 UNDER THE AGE OF 15! ALMOST HALF OF THEIR POPULATION UNDER THE AGE OF 15! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OK I'm done freaking out! So anyway they import of export (don't remember) horticultural products (and a lot of other stuff) and afterwards when Mr. Capone was asking if i knew what horticultural products were and i said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;EmmaRae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;uhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I used to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mr. Capone: Take a guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ummmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.... Agriculture is livestock so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Wildlife?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mr. C.: Other side of the fence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me: (make a face) do u mean PEOPLE? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mr. C: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;side of the fence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;me: Oh...plants?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; (and so is the fact i can't spell embarassing (spell check) without spell check) when i'm tired i really don't think, and mr. capone's class is at the end of the day. ok so i'm going to put a pic of my foot from a couple days ago on here! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;EmmaRae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284240617285408030-6892552037839634955?l=emmaraefender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/feeds/6892552037839634955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284240617285408030&amp;postID=6892552037839634955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/6892552037839634955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/6892552037839634955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/2009/01/body-fat-and-horticulture.html' title='Body Fat and Horticulture'/><author><name>EmmaRae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369628454174672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SXJGjNqVk6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/drh22tJLC40/S220/080101_0108.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SW0461K-ihI/AAAAAAAAABg/H-fOfhnWwr0/s72-c/080101_0108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284240617285408030.post-2773398968447049643</id><published>2009-01-12T20:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:40:31.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PixAgain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SWvwyhs004I/AAAAAAAAABY/bjOu6k6wKS8/s1600-h/080101_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ok I don't why it's underlined but whatever! goodnite! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SWvwyhs004I/AAAAAAAAABY/bjOu6k6wKS8/s320/080101_0142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290586938107286402" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I call this one: No Rachel You Can't Follow Me into the....bathroom! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SWvwVJTKpcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/460PAwuyL_0/s1600-h/080101_0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SWvwVJTKpcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/460PAwuyL_0/s320/080101_0143.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290586433341007298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This was the inevitable, I have to put one of me on here... =( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284240617285408030-2773398968447049643?l=emmaraefender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/feeds/2773398968447049643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284240617285408030&amp;postID=2773398968447049643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/2773398968447049643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/2773398968447049643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/2009/01/pixagain.html' title='PixAgain'/><author><name>EmmaRae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369628454174672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SXJGjNqVk6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/drh22tJLC40/S220/080101_0108.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SWvwyhs004I/AAAAAAAAABY/bjOu6k6wKS8/s72-c/080101_0142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284240617285408030.post-647180878335950328</id><published>2009-01-12T20:30:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:34:44.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures yet again, I know u r probably bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SWvu-HoaAmI/AAAAAAAAABI/zJW6MWZ-DaI/s1600-h/080101_0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SWvu-HoaAmI/AAAAAAAAABI/zJW6MWZ-DaI/s320/080101_0152.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290584938244604514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kill The Elephant! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;! Not really, Rachel isn't killing the elephant!!!!! She's just swinging it in what LOOKS like a neck-breaking swing! Just Kidding Rachel! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284240617285408030-647180878335950328?l=emmaraefender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/feeds/647180878335950328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284240617285408030&amp;postID=647180878335950328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/647180878335950328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/647180878335950328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/2009/01/pictures-yet-again-i-know-u-r-probably.html' title='Pictures yet again, I know u r probably bored'/><author><name>EmmaRae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369628454174672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SXJGjNqVk6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/drh22tJLC40/S220/080101_0108.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SWvu-HoaAmI/AAAAAAAAABI/zJW6MWZ-DaI/s72-c/080101_0152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284240617285408030.post-8827323624323288566</id><published>2009-01-12T20:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:29:29.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pictures (I know u r excited)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SWvuJwdrFmI/AAAAAAAAABA/MD1Qtr34Gc0/s1600-h/080101_0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SWvuJwdrFmI/AAAAAAAAABA/MD1Qtr34Gc0/s320/080101_0146.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290584038672373346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When Friends fall down (see below picture) some friends help them up, some stick their cold feet up your shirt, (see pic above) and others take pictures of your dumb butt (haha sorry) and then post it on their blog! And just for the record, Larissa's butt really isn't that big! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SWvtrJvt_nI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gGdGbGAxckk/s1600-h/080101_0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SWvtrJvt_nI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gGdGbGAxckk/s320/080101_0144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290583512883002994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Larissa &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLEASE&lt;/span&gt; DON'T KILL ME FOR THIS! RACHEL TOOK THE PICTURE!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok Time to put some of faves on here! =P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284240617285408030-8827323624323288566?l=emmaraefender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/feeds/8827323624323288566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284240617285408030&amp;postID=8827323624323288566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/8827323624323288566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/8827323624323288566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-pictures-i-know-u-r-excited.html' title='More Pictures (I know u r excited)'/><author><name>EmmaRae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369628454174672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SXJGjNqVk6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/drh22tJLC40/S220/080101_0108.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SWvuJwdrFmI/AAAAAAAAABA/MD1Qtr34Gc0/s72-c/080101_0146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284240617285408030.post-4316281582119282396</id><published>2009-01-12T20:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:23:47.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired-Ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SWvr8hsUAxI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_ffmLTvbem0/s1600-h/080101_0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SWvr8hsUAxI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_ffmLTvbem0/s320/080101_0102.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290581612345688850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Very Lovely Picture of Rachel with Larissa in the background being...naseous (Spell Check!) from her tire swing ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SWvrdVxtfMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/yYB1PX5D7Uc/s1600-h/080101_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SWvrdVxtfMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/yYB1PX5D7Uc/s320/080101_0101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290581076571159746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok This Didn't Work Like I wanted it to but oh well... This is Larissa on the tire swing. This cracks me up! Sorry About The picture Larissa! Notice the White Dot in the background? Almost to that car? That's Rachel's cat Sugar Ray&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so TIRED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I got exactly 5 hours of sleep last night and I just got off (about 20 min ago) the treadmill after walking on it for and HOUR! (yah yah on my hurt foot) SOOOOOO TIRED!!!!!!!! More pictures in a minute right now I'm responding to a certain friend (??? haha lol) of mine, Regan, who left a comment on my FIRST POST! A very RUDE one. It was my first post Regan, it was as flare as it was getting! =P Meanie Butt. (LOL! JK!!!) Pictures Coming IN.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284240617285408030-4316281582119282396?l=emmaraefender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/feeds/4316281582119282396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284240617285408030&amp;postID=4316281582119282396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/4316281582119282396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/4316281582119282396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/2009/01/tired-ness.html' title='Tired-Ness'/><author><name>EmmaRae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369628454174672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SXJGjNqVk6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/drh22tJLC40/S220/080101_0108.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SWvr8hsUAxI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_ffmLTvbem0/s72-c/080101_0102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284240617285408030.post-4632033504696364618</id><published>2009-01-10T20:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T20:55:06.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures From The Sleep Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SWlRJbmCilI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AqTix0voorI/s1600-h/080101_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SWlRJbmCilI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AqTix0voorI/s320/080101_0100.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289848459791338066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the pictures i promised:&lt;div&gt;Ok so the blog won't really let me put a lot of pictures on here so I'm going to try to put as many as possible, This is Larissa (bottom) and Rachel (top) on Rachel's tire swing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284240617285408030-4632033504696364618?l=emmaraefender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/feeds/4632033504696364618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284240617285408030&amp;postID=4632033504696364618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/4632033504696364618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/4632033504696364618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/2009/01/pictures-from-sleep-over.html' title='Pictures From The Sleep Over'/><author><name>EmmaRae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369628454174672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SXJGjNqVk6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/drh22tJLC40/S220/080101_0108.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SWlRJbmCilI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AqTix0voorI/s72-c/080101_0100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284240617285408030.post-3183195711665743395</id><published>2009-01-10T19:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T19:38:09.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>boring-ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so bored, what to do? i've already spent my life's savings buying music on iTunes! Gosh it's official I'm obsessed! I l&lt;3ve&gt;) music!!!!!!!! I LOVE MUSIC!!!!! Even though I can't keep a steady beat and suck at singing (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;but ha! i made the musical!!!!&lt;/span&gt;) i love music! Playing the oboe is hard for me! I play it because well like I said I can't live without music. Wait I didn't say that! Well I can't! I played the piano when I was ten but like oboe I sucked sooo sooo bad!!!!! (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;really the only reason I play oboe is because when i tried to quit last year mr. dodson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(band teacher)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; told me i would be messing up the band because they would be oboe-less and my friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;LARISSA!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;) told me they wouldn't talk to me again if i did. but i felt so horrible after i quit like something was missing so i un-quit band and here I am now!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Music is just a big big part of my life! you know? ugh gosh there's that phrase again!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; YOU KNOW? YOU KNOW?&lt;/span&gt; I just don't like broccoli &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;you know?&lt;/span&gt; when she jokes she's like kind of mean but she's just kidding &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;you know?&lt;/span&gt; Taylor Swift's lyrics are just awesome &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;you know? &lt;/span&gt;if you ever talk to me that's what it would be like: LOTS of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;you know's &lt;/span&gt;and likes. My parents imitate me by saying things like: Lucky (my dog) just pooped on the carpet today &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ike you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; know? &lt;/span&gt;Ugh, I truly am a child of the 21st century. Never Known a life without computers or technology. Says like and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;you know&lt;/span&gt; too much. Except I think that's more like a valley girl thing! OMG! I just remembered this valley girl song I learned @ camp! Here:&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Sing to the Tune of I'm A Little Teapot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm a little Valley Girl Short and Thin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here is my Tanline Here is my grin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I get all dressed up here me shout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh. My. Gosh. My Gum FELL OUT!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Haha!!!!! Lol! Post Comments!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;EmmaRae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284240617285408030-3183195711665743395?l=emmaraefender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/feeds/3183195711665743395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284240617285408030&amp;postID=3183195711665743395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/3183195711665743395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/3183195711665743395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/2009/01/boring-ness.html' title='boring-ness'/><author><name>EmmaRae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369628454174672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SXJGjNqVk6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/drh22tJLC40/S220/080101_0108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284240617285408030.post-8016142167691556331</id><published>2009-01-10T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T11:57:04.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Several Good Things And Several Bad Ones</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So guess what? MY FOOTS NOT BROKEN!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was an old injury that the sisters of mercy saw!!!!!!! But it is very badly bruised!!!!!!!! So Going to Rachel's house was fun! And  the second my camera is un-dead (it died) and I figure out how to put the memory card in here and put pix on here u get to see every SECOND of my trip to her house! Haha! Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EmmaRae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284240617285408030-8016142167691556331?l=emmaraefender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/feeds/8016142167691556331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284240617285408030&amp;postID=8016142167691556331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/8016142167691556331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/8016142167691556331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/2009/01/several-good-things-and-several-bad.html' title='Several Good Things And Several Bad Ones'/><author><name>EmmaRae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369628454174672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SXJGjNqVk6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/drh22tJLC40/S220/080101_0108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284240617285408030.post-5118522746909365659</id><published>2009-01-09T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T12:00:08.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SWfCfjlv_FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/URaCQeXbseo/s1600-h/090106_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SWfCfjlv_FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/URaCQeXbseo/s320/090106_0098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289410134755245138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh ick! I really didn't look at that picture of me before I uploaded it! That's me trying to lick my chin with my tongue. And my Dad's staring at me doing it. Lovely. I'm just trying to see if I can get some pictures on here. This is really not what I look like&lt;div&gt;EmmaRae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284240617285408030-5118522746909365659?l=emmaraefender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/feeds/5118522746909365659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284240617285408030&amp;postID=5118522746909365659' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/5118522746909365659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/5118522746909365659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-ick-i-really-didnt-look-at-that.html' title='A Picture'/><author><name>EmmaRae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369628454174672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SXJGjNqVk6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/drh22tJLC40/S220/080101_0108.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SWfCfjlv_FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/URaCQeXbseo/s72-c/090106_0098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284240617285408030.post-5168001286646450103</id><published>2009-01-09T07:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T16:15:44.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a Twist In the Plot</title><content type='html'>So there is a slight twist in the plot with my foot. The Doctor looked @ my foot x-rays and he determined where the Sisters of Mercy thought I broke my foot was really like an old injury and that I really hadn't broken my foot. So I had to go get my foot x-rayed AGAIN! This morning. I'm going to a different friend's house tonight and I'm forbidden to go upstairs or downstairs. Just kidding! But my mom did say to: be careful, and not to run. Like I could! I can't even catch up with my friends when we're walking down the hall! We got our class schedules for the 2nd Semester today and I got Yearbook for my first UA. (Unified Art or an Elective) But I made the musical so I should have gotten Musical Theater for my first UA but instead I got yearbook. And that's horrible cuz I really want BOTH OF THEM!!!!! =( &lt;div&gt;EmmaRae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284240617285408030-5168001286646450103?l=emmaraefender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/feeds/5168001286646450103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284240617285408030&amp;postID=5168001286646450103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/5168001286646450103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/5168001286646450103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/2009/01/twist-in-plot.html' title='a Twist In the Plot'/><author><name>EmmaRae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369628454174672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SXJGjNqVk6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/drh22tJLC40/S220/080101_0108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284240617285408030.post-6349110633826663460</id><published>2009-01-07T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T19:11:46.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recently In my LIfe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Recently In my Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So Recently in my life I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;broke a bone in my right foot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-size: medium;"&gt;how you ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px;"&gt;Falling Down the Stair @ A friends House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Go Ahead ask it! How big were the stairs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;here were about nine of them, they had carpet on them and they weren't ev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;en steep! And get this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;! I rode the whole way down on my BUTT! So we c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;an't figure out HOW i broke a bone in my foot!!!!! But It's blue and icky!!!! In fact it was soooooo swollen that it wouldn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;fit in a shoe! Certain boys in a certain class of mine thought it was funny when I had to go around school with nothing on my right foot but a blue fuzzy sock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;They Laughed especially hard when I had to walk in a puddle cuz I had no CHOICE! But those certain boys will go unamed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Even If I did name them they would probably just be proud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;"&gt;Ok So that was one thing that's happened recently. Another is well....My Laundry got done by my mother. I wasn't Exactly happy about that! I actually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "&gt;like my room being messy. I think that if you could look inside my brain it would look exactly like my room. Lots of books. Lots of Purple. Lots of Mess. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;I just love the way I am. Well the messy part anyways. The Clumsy part I could really do without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. I had this theory that I grew too fast and that I just wasn't used to the largeness of my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;body. (i'm five foot seven inches) But I haven't hit a HUGE growth spurt in a while so I guess I'm just clumsy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;And most of my friends (well one of them) thinks that I'm a space brain. She hasn't exactly said it but I know she thinks it!!!!!!! Again you know who you are!!!!!! Ok I think this is enough....If you have held on through all of this! I bet you cheated! Didn't you? Ok Whatever! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284240617285408030-6349110633826663460?l=emmaraefender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/feeds/6349110633826663460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284240617285408030&amp;postID=6349110633826663460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/6349110633826663460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/6349110633826663460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/2009/01/recently-in-my-life.html' title='Recently In my LIfe'/><author><name>EmmaRae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369628454174672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SXJGjNqVk6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/drh22tJLC40/S220/080101_0108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284240617285408030.post-9057607415748695321</id><published>2009-01-07T18:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T18:45:44.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Big Breakfast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So I feel like today has been one big breakfast &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I had Breakfast (obviously)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;For lunch we had breakfast bar. Breakfast Bar. Let's just take a minute and think about school lunches........ And Now think about breakfast.... Slowly ease into the idea of them together..... Are you mentally throwing up yet? School Lunches are just gross. I'm sorry. And it's not just the lunch ladies!!!!!! It's what the county plans for our food!!!!! YUCK!!!!!! The lunch ladies are all really sweet but the food is well.... YUCK!! I will not go into details on what it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When I got into my dad's truck I was so starving I ate one of his breakfast-bars-on-the-go Apple Cinnamon Oatmeal flavor. It was hard 2 swallow without water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Then When I got home I had cereal for a snack!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My mom almost cooked the "breakfast for dinner" thing for dinner. Thank Goodness she DIDN'T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ok So have I thoroughly bored you yet talking about my day???? If one of my friends were reading this, well.... she wouldn't be!!!!! But my friend will go un-named! =P You know who you are!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284240617285408030-9057607415748695321?l=emmaraefender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/feeds/9057607415748695321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284240617285408030&amp;postID=9057607415748695321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/9057607415748695321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284240617285408030/posts/default/9057607415748695321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaraefender.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-big-breakfast.html' title='One Big Breakfast'/><author><name>EmmaRae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369628454174672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_slk6npFw0/SXJGjNqVk6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/drh22tJLC40/S220/080101_0108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
