<?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-6944160746034847171</id><updated>2012-01-21T06:18:11.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The life of someone who can't wait to live life.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-5858749583741991326</id><published>2009-08-23T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T15:01:18.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Circle</title><content type='html'>One tiny circle can change a life. &lt;br /&gt;It can become happiness.&lt;br /&gt;It's simple yet so complicated. &lt;br /&gt;It could mean forever.&lt;br /&gt;It means commitment, which means scary.&lt;br /&gt;That tiny circle is a world of unknown.&lt;br /&gt;New mistakes, new problems.&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;br /&gt;That tiny circle can make your world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Madelynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-5858749583741991326?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/5858749583741991326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=5858749583741991326' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/5858749583741991326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/5858749583741991326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2009/08/circle.html' title='Circle'/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-7880187044608284817</id><published>2009-06-14T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:57:04.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever had to let someone go that you didn't want to give up? I hate that i have to let people go. I hate that i miss them so much and every fiber of my body wants to talk to them but i know that i had to stop. I know that i had to end things. But why does it have to be so hard. Even if it was an un-healthy relationship and it brought out the worst in me. Part of me wants to talk to them so bad. But i cant. I had to end it. For my own good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Madelynn Ann-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-7880187044608284817?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/7880187044608284817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=7880187044608284817' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/7880187044608284817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/7880187044608284817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2009/06/have-you-ever-had-to-let-someone-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-5160742360874837619</id><published>2009-06-01T11:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T11:48:19.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiQhjgXfOsI/AAAAAAAAAgM/879zW8geTK0/s1600-h/heart_breaker_t_shirt__28854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiQhjgXfOsI/AAAAAAAAAgM/879zW8geTK0/s320/heart_breaker_t_shirt__28854.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342431951835839170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had to make a choice of doing the wrong thing or the right thing. Even though the right thing would break you plus another. To choose to break their heart or not to. I hate decisions like this. I hate making people upset. I hate having to make the hardest choice i've ever encountered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking his heart was hard. I hated every minute of it. But i couldn't keep lieing to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated it, but had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it when we make big decisions we just don't want to even move. Or think. Or speak. We just want to sit and be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *Heartbreaker*&lt;br /&gt;I sit here in silence.&lt;br /&gt;Praying to god this will be over soon&lt;br /&gt;Slowly releaseing the painful words that would stab him&lt;br /&gt;Try to control my breathing&lt;br /&gt;Holding back the tears that are about to come flowing&lt;br /&gt;Feeling my heart ache as those words sink in for him&lt;br /&gt;Hearing the tears come from his voice&lt;br /&gt;Hearing him try not to scream&lt;br /&gt;I feel weak and hurtful&lt;br /&gt;Wishing i had kept my mouth shut&lt;br /&gt;It had to be done&lt;br /&gt;but i wish it didn't&lt;br /&gt;My hand starts shaking&lt;br /&gt;A tear escapes from my eye&lt;br /&gt;Then the tears start flowing &lt;br /&gt;Running down my face faster then i can breath&lt;br /&gt;Tasting the salty saddness when i gasp for air &lt;br /&gt;i can feel his heart break as we sit in silence&lt;br /&gt;No one speaks&lt;br /&gt;My chest becomes hard and stiff &lt;br /&gt;I hold my breath praying he'll say something&lt;br /&gt;"goodnight, i'll talk to you soon"&lt;br /&gt;That's all i get&lt;br /&gt;That's all i deserve&lt;br /&gt;I sit in complete silence &lt;br /&gt;crying and full of pain&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to be a heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Madelynn Ann-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-5160742360874837619?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/5160742360874837619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=5160742360874837619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/5160742360874837619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/5160742360874837619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2009/06/ever-had-to-make-choice-of-doing-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiQhjgXfOsI/AAAAAAAAAgM/879zW8geTK0/s72-c/heart_breaker_t_shirt__28854.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-5395522257171890076</id><published>2009-03-16T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:41:14.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking with God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/Sb8b00COBSI/AAAAAAAAAgE/tK4F8YY-iD8/s1600-h/wwG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/Sb8b00COBSI/AAAAAAAAAgE/tK4F8YY-iD8/s320/wwG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313996679455573282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I live about a mile and a half maybe two miles from my school. I missed my bus and decided to walk home. I did this alone as usual. As i was walking there was a girl behind me. Part of me wanted to say hello, but i wasn't having the best of days and wanted to think and to be alone. After about 30 minutes of walking next to each other she spoke to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: "Hi, my name is .........."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well hello my name is........"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: "I noticed the cross on your neck"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: -laugh- "Well ya I'm a Christian, does that bother you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: "I don't believe in God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I'm sorry to hear that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: "Would you mind if I asked you a few questions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well it would depend if you would want an honest answer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: "If there was a God why would my mother run away with that trucker. Why would I have to lie to my father about it. Why would i have to move here to the new apartments. Why would i have to move schools in the middle of my junior year. Why would God do this to my life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to think about this one for a minute. I didn't want to say the wrong thing that would upset her. As she was asking me all this she began to cry. I could tell she was really asking me this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well, hun... I wish i could have all the things that would make it ok. But none of this is Gods fault. Life throws us curve balls and all we can do is swing away at them. All i can say is that I'm very sorry for what is going on but i hope that you wouldn't blame God. As you said you don't believe God, so i assume that neither of your parents do either. If you'd like i can give you my number and we can discuss this more..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: "Umm... ok... I'd like that..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked by her neighborhood and she said her goodbyes and we exchanged numbers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were talking I didn't notice that there was a gentleman behind us listening to the conversation. After she walked away he came up to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "That was very nice of you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Um... Thanks?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "She needs help"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Um... Well I don't really think it's up to either of us to say if she needs help or not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me and him talked the rest of the way home. He walked me all the way to my house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been an interesting day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Madelynn Ann-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-5395522257171890076?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/5395522257171890076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=5395522257171890076' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/5395522257171890076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/5395522257171890076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2009/03/walking-with-god.html' title='Walking with God'/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/Sb8b00COBSI/AAAAAAAAAgE/tK4F8YY-iD8/s72-c/wwG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-1805195629182869744</id><published>2009-02-14T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T16:01:25.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>life</title><content type='html'>how does it seem that when life is great and everything is good it starts to crash. how does it seem that when life has no problems, problems are created. sometimes we just have to look beyond the issues. it's hard. but its all you can do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-1805195629182869744?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/1805195629182869744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=1805195629182869744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/1805195629182869744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/1805195629182869744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2009/02/life.html' title='life'/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-8297784980443421719</id><published>2008-12-25T11:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T11:19:39.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New pics :) haha dorky me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SVPcwAv99PI/AAAAAAAAAeM/c0g864SVNLE/s1600-h/IMG_0328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SVPcwAv99PI/AAAAAAAAAeM/c0g864SVNLE/s320/IMG_0328.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283809505228748018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SVPcv57nbxI/AAAAAAAAAeE/9GUm7T2zVBE/s1600-h/IMG_0323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SVPcv57nbxI/AAAAAAAAAeE/9GUm7T2zVBE/s320/IMG_0323.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283809503398555410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SVPcvpj4pnI/AAAAAAAAAd8/DT30GxlVGvM/s1600-h/IMG_0327.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/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SVPcvpj4pnI/AAAAAAAAAd8/DT30GxlVGvM/s320/IMG_0327.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283809499004053106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SVPcuvtrZcI/AAAAAAAAAd0/P7T3KqFanas/s1600-h/IMG_0324.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/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SVPcuvtrZcI/AAAAAAAAAd0/P7T3KqFanas/s320/IMG_0324.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283809483475871170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-8297784980443421719?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/8297784980443421719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=8297784980443421719' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/8297784980443421719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/8297784980443421719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-pics-haha-dorky-me.html' title='New pics :) haha dorky me'/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SVPcwAv99PI/AAAAAAAAAeM/c0g864SVNLE/s72-c/IMG_0328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-2298070529287163424</id><published>2008-12-21T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T18:33:51.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>100th!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SU752FH3-yI/AAAAAAAAAds/sBTBOc0-1zI/s1600-h/1-100-number-tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SU752FH3-yI/AAAAAAAAAds/sBTBOc0-1zI/s320/1-100-number-tile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282434120435628834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this is my 100th post. Lol It's so exciting. I can't believe there have been 100. It's kinda a shock for me. Lol but I love how many people I have encountered on my blog and all the wonderful people i have met through there blogs. &lt;br /&gt;I've grown up a lot since the begining off my blog. I've gone through rough patches and some good times. I have grown as a writer and have becom more confident in my writing. So thank you to all that have read and i hope will continue to read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Maddie-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-2298070529287163424?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/2298070529287163424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=2298070529287163424' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/2298070529287163424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/2298070529287163424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/12/100th.html' title='100th!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SU752FH3-yI/AAAAAAAAAds/sBTBOc0-1zI/s72-c/1-100-number-tile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-2999088283786746511</id><published>2008-12-18T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T16:03:55.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zzzzzzzzzzzz............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SUrj7z_HdzI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iPZu8UN0DVw/s1600-h/sleeping-snoopy.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/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SUrj7z_HdzI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iPZu8UN0DVw/s320/sleeping-snoopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281284129752053554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm so tiered i could fall asleep at the computer! Lol im surprised i can type... Zzzzzz.... Sorry sorry I'm up lol. Finals suck! I swear they just drain you! I have apsolutly NO ENERGY!! I took my English and Math finals today which is the core of my finals. I only have one final left. Thank gosh! I swear i can't wait for this two week break it's not coming fast enough. Plus CHristmas is in there too but some how sleeping in and staying up late sounds more appealing haha. You never would have thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Maddie-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-2999088283786746511?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/2999088283786746511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=2999088283786746511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/2999088283786746511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/2999088283786746511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/12/zzzzzzzzzzzz.html' title='Zzzzzzzzzzzz............'/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SUrj7z_HdzI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iPZu8UN0DVw/s72-c/sleeping-snoopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-7455575656872595158</id><published>2008-12-17T19:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T19:32:34.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter break any one!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SUnEMEQhFVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/XYVxW4LeoDA/s1600-h/Dock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SUnEMEQhFVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/XYVxW4LeoDA/s320/Dock.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280967749649110354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so it's finals week. I hate tests. Lol what teenager doesn't right? But i have two weeks of winter break!! whoopy!! lo I can't wait. Plus i'm hoping that i'll get money to spend if i go shopping with my best friends. I'm not one that likes shopping but my friends keep bugging me to go shoping with them. &lt;br /&gt; Ok so I found this new song im so addicted to lol. It's called Don't Trust Me by 3Oh!3. I heard it on the radio the other day and I've been listening to it ever since! I love it! haha&lt;br /&gt; Well life isn't all that exciting right now and that's all i have to say. Ta Ta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Maddie-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-7455575656872595158?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/7455575656872595158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=7455575656872595158' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/7455575656872595158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/7455575656872595158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/12/winter-break-any-one.html' title='Winter break any one!?!'/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SUnEMEQhFVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/XYVxW4LeoDA/s72-c/Dock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-82065728437430865</id><published>2008-12-15T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T18:06:11.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>best friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SUcLaN9XsiI/AAAAAAAAAc8/YQvCaQGMz5w/s1600-h/pics+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SUcLaN9XsiI/AAAAAAAAAc8/YQvCaQGMz5w/s320/pics+092.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280201633166766626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ya love that best friend. Ha till they stab you in the back! Some times friendships don't always go according to plan. We think that'll we'll be bbfl!! hahahahaha i laugh at that now. Friends never are who you think they are. True friends are ridiculously hard to find!! So if you have a true friend... i suggest keeping them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Maddie-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-82065728437430865?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/82065728437430865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=82065728437430865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/82065728437430865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/82065728437430865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/12/best-friends.html' title='best friends'/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SUcLaN9XsiI/AAAAAAAAAc8/YQvCaQGMz5w/s72-c/pics+092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-1248545340587874897</id><published>2008-12-13T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T19:11:49.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever wanted something so bad you'd do absolutely anything to get it. You'd give what ever necessary to obtain that thing you yearn for. Sometimes the things we want so badly in life we can't obtain. We can't quite grasp them. We hope, pray, beg for the thing we yearn for. I'm not only talking about possesions but physical and emotional things too. Some yearn for love, acceptance, the perfect body type, happiness, that new ipod... what ever it is. Some times the yearn for the thing almost hurts because you want it so bad. I don't believe its bad to want things, at least not all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Maddie-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-1248545340587874897?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/1248545340587874897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=1248545340587874897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/1248545340587874897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/1248545340587874897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/12/have-you-ever-wanted-something-so-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-6208940471478004660</id><published>2008-12-10T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:50:48.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it possible...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SUBwQ_8UemI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/BIigVb4Vby8/s1600-h/i_love_you_and_i_hate_you_80005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SUBwQ_8UemI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/BIigVb4Vby8/s320/i_love_you_and_i_hate_you_80005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278342200622873186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it possible that i could love and hate some one at the same time. I love that person like there's no tomorrow but hate them like you wouldn't believe. I want that person in my life but like that their out of it. That person broke my heart but still i want them near and want to talk to them. Is it normal. Can it be so. That my heart can burn and want them but be cold and not want them at the same time. It almost feels torn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it even possible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Maddie-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-6208940471478004660?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/6208940471478004660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=6208940471478004660' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/6208940471478004660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/6208940471478004660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-it-possible.html' title='Is it possible...'/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SUBwQ_8UemI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/BIigVb4Vby8/s72-c/i_love_you_and_i_hate_you_80005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-7985568786667010902</id><published>2008-12-08T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:17:48.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worry</title><content type='html'>The pain in my stomach feels like it'd be easier to die.&lt;br /&gt;Feels like the earth is moving but it's only me shaking. &lt;br /&gt;Chest feels empty and hard. &lt;br /&gt;Breathing is out of the question.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts bouncing around there's no were for them to go.&lt;br /&gt;Tears rushing down my face. &lt;br /&gt;Eyes red and full of pain.&lt;br /&gt;Screaming inside that it couldn't be true.&lt;br /&gt;To think or know of such a thing that could happen.&lt;br /&gt;It had to be a lie.&lt;br /&gt;I prayed it was a lie.&lt;br /&gt;And thank God...&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Miss. Maddie**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-7985568786667010902?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/7985568786667010902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=7985568786667010902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/7985568786667010902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/7985568786667010902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/12/worry.html' title='Worry'/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-5762216694900836622</id><published>2008-12-06T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T17:49:53.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/STsrtSsWKUI/AAAAAAAAAbI/icUqYydY1XM/s1600-h/decision.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/STsrtSsWKUI/AAAAAAAAAbI/icUqYydY1XM/s320/decision.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276859445506615618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life there's two choices. You can go left... or you can go right. One way is the way you should go but the other way is the way were you want to go. Life is full of temptations. The problem is, is if we choose to follow that temptation. Sometimes we get our self's so far in a bad decision that we can't get our selves back out. We can't turn back around. Make the other decision. In life we always get the most hard choices. The thing is, is to make the right one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Miss. Maddie** &lt;br /&gt;And about those cat pictures i actually hate cats. I can't stand them. Lol i just thought the pictures were funny. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-5762216694900836622?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/5762216694900836622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=5762216694900836622' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/5762216694900836622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/5762216694900836622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-life-theres-two-choices.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/STsrtSsWKUI/AAAAAAAAAbI/icUqYydY1XM/s72-c/decision.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-6152334726831584796</id><published>2008-12-05T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T16:33:29.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/STnIQQUBE8I/AAAAAAAAAbA/ou-8dl0oF7s/s1600-h/funny_cat_pictures_pc_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/STnIQQUBE8I/AAAAAAAAAbA/ou-8dl0oF7s/s320/funny_cat_pictures_pc_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276468620023632834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(haha funny picture)&lt;br /&gt;Ok so have you ever been so into a book that you can't put it down! Well a friend of mine has been trying to get me into anime. I'm not that into it. I thought it was kind of weird. But he gave me this site and said to go read any of the animes. Well i found one and am absolutely in love with the story. It's so funny I'll get so mad at the story I'll yell at him about it. lol it's kinda funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i can't think of anything else. So tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Miss. Maddie**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-6152334726831584796?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/6152334726831584796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=6152334726831584796' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/6152334726831584796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/6152334726831584796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/12/haha-funny-picture-ok-so-have-you-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/STnIQQUBE8I/AAAAAAAAAbA/ou-8dl0oF7s/s72-c/funny_cat_pictures_pc_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-5473881181088845558</id><published>2008-12-04T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:48:28.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SThdf1xBSyI/AAAAAAAAAa4/waxgrQh7chQ/s1600-h/20070530-karatecat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SThdf1xBSyI/AAAAAAAAAa4/waxgrQh7chQ/s320/20070530-karatecat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276069765054548770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh got to love funny comics. Well i unfortunately have been ill. Yuck i know right. I hate being sick. Plus my head's all like mushy because i can't think. So i have again no idea what to write about. I'm know I'm so boring. But I'll have to think about something soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Miss. Maddie**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-5473881181088845558?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/5473881181088845558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=5473881181088845558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/5473881181088845558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/5473881181088845558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/12/gosh-got-to-love-funny-comics.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SThdf1xBSyI/AAAAAAAAAa4/waxgrQh7chQ/s72-c/20070530-karatecat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-2320956836435176247</id><published>2008-12-02T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T14:25:43.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/STW1oY0gqwI/AAAAAAAAAao/Ci0auUiU6D8/s1600-h/qqqq.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 96px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/STW1oY0gqwI/AAAAAAAAAao/Ci0auUiU6D8/s320/qqqq.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275322243996494594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so im sitting here staring at this blank screen that im supposed to write something about in. But for the life of me I can't find a topic. I thought that was interesting. That out of all the things in the world i could write about i couldn't find something. But i have been reading other blogs. And i highly recommend any of them that are on my following list. I follow each of them for different reasons. But they all mean something to me. Lol how cliche' i know. But each of them spend time to really write there hearts out. I love reading each and every one of them everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the people i follow:&lt;br /&gt;Down2Earth&lt;br /&gt;Falling White Roses&lt;br /&gt;lyf....the incomplete novel~&lt;br /&gt;☮Just Another Girl?&lt;br /&gt;♡♥♪ჱStarry Eyed And Screem!ng♡♥♪ჱ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of them are worth time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Miss. Maddie**&lt;br /&gt;(And thanks Sara for the picture but i fell in love with it when i saw it so i kinda stole it. lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-2320956836435176247?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/2320956836435176247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=2320956836435176247' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/2320956836435176247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/2320956836435176247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/12/ok-so-im-sitting-here-staring-at-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/STW1oY0gqwI/AAAAAAAAAao/Ci0auUiU6D8/s72-c/qqqq.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-3801179078571477997</id><published>2008-12-01T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T14:17:04.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/STRh9Y2SABI/AAAAAAAAAag/b58Xmxua2e0/s1600-h/j.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/STRh9Y2SABI/AAAAAAAAAag/b58Xmxua2e0/s320/j.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274948770827730962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White picket fence.&lt;br /&gt;Mini van in the drive way.&lt;br /&gt;Cute little Spot in the yard.&lt;br /&gt;One daughter.&lt;br /&gt;One son.&lt;br /&gt;The perfect marriage.&lt;br /&gt;No worries.&lt;br /&gt;Free from pain.&lt;br /&gt;The perfect life! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some how the American dream has changed. Then again of course it was going to change. New things were invented, new ideas formed, just plain new. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new American dream is:&lt;br /&gt;Nicer home then them.&lt;br /&gt;Better car then them.&lt;br /&gt;More money then them.&lt;br /&gt;Better kids then them.&lt;br /&gt;Nicer life then them.&lt;br /&gt;Nicer, better, more!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American dream has changed from a normal life to want, want, want!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Miss. Maddie**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-3801179078571477997?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/3801179078571477997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=3801179078571477997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/3801179078571477997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/3801179078571477997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/12/white-picket-fence.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/STRh9Y2SABI/AAAAAAAAAag/b58Xmxua2e0/s72-c/j.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-1432304229246501290</id><published>2008-11-30T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T13:59:53.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/STMKr1vEB3I/AAAAAAAAAaY/WrTIIzZGhJw/s1600-h/Missing_Piece_Of_Puzzle_X.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/STMKr1vEB3I/AAAAAAAAAaY/WrTIIzZGhJw/s320/Missing_Piece_Of_Puzzle_X.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274571336856110962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something missing. Have you ever felt like something in your life was missing. But you don't know what it was. Just this feeling that something is miss placed or just not there. &lt;br /&gt;Something is missing. And i can't quite get a grasp on what it could be. I have everything I could ever want. But somethings missing... I don't know how to explain it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poem of the day:&lt;br /&gt;Perfect&lt;br /&gt;The pain I feel I have to hide. I have to store it away and not let people see it. I'm supposed to be the perfect one. The one that does no wrong. But i can't. Get me off my pedestals that you have me placed on. I'm tired of the high standards and constant pressure. It's eating me away. I can't take it any longer. I'm not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Miss. Maddie**&lt;br /&gt;(And this guy that every one wants to know is someone who knows who they are so that's all that matters :-p)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-1432304229246501290?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/1432304229246501290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=1432304229246501290' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/1432304229246501290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/1432304229246501290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/11/theres-something-missing.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/STMKr1vEB3I/AAAAAAAAAaY/WrTIIzZGhJw/s72-c/Missing_Piece_Of_Puzzle_X.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-5167266104923612517</id><published>2008-11-27T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T13:00:28.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two new poems</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SS8KWZzrR2I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/EVP7HSPGSxk/s1600-h/Green+Sea+Turtle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SS8KWZzrR2I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/EVP7HSPGSxk/s320/Green+Sea+Turtle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273445068675172194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in a world of fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;Roaming this place not known to me.&lt;br /&gt;Pain no were to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;Love filling every spot.&lt;br /&gt;Finding that place. &lt;br /&gt;The place were I can escape. &lt;br /&gt;I can be who i want.&lt;br /&gt;Do what I want.&lt;br /&gt;Not worry about a thing.&lt;br /&gt;The way that I feel free.&lt;br /&gt;This place is my escape.&lt;br /&gt;To wake me from this would be evil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;untitled:&lt;br /&gt;Consume my head with your laughter.&lt;br /&gt;Cover me with your love.&lt;br /&gt;Show me were to go.&lt;br /&gt;Keep me safe.&lt;br /&gt;Hold me in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;Make the pain go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can think of a title that could be good for the second poem would be very helpful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Miss. Maddie**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-5167266104923612517?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/5167266104923612517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=5167266104923612517' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/5167266104923612517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/5167266104923612517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/11/two-new-poems.html' title='Two new poems'/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SS8KWZzrR2I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/EVP7HSPGSxk/s72-c/Green+Sea+Turtle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-3393321463158991510</id><published>2008-11-26T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T17:08:35.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SS3xbA5BfVI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/ZXU0HkBXbws/s1600-h/nick+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SS3xbA5BfVI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/ZXU0HkBXbws/s320/nick+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273136185118653778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUTIE PIE!! lol ok so im so bored. I don't know what to talk about. But I found this picture and it was so funny!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But out of just boredom and pure just fun lets learn some things.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite color is oragnge&lt;br /&gt;My dogs name is Brownie.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite food is Mexican food.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite thing to do is talk.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite possesion is my volleyball and cel phone.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite person in the world knows who they are. :)&lt;br /&gt;My favorite pen color is pink for some strange reason.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite class is p.e. or Science&lt;br /&gt;My favorite thing to read is Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite drink is Sprite.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite movie is just about any movie.&lt;br /&gt;and i guess that is about all i can think of. &lt;br /&gt;If you have any questions feel free to ask. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Miss. Maddie**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-3393321463158991510?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/3393321463158991510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=3393321463158991510' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/3393321463158991510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/3393321463158991510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/11/cutie-pie-lol-ok-so-im-so-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SS3xbA5BfVI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/ZXU0HkBXbws/s72-c/nick+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-7668568750596698873</id><published>2008-11-25T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T17:10:34.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SSyeJCrArEI/AAAAAAAAAZw/r5Oa2ivwyuU/s1600-h/christian_clipart_cross.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SSyeJCrArEI/AAAAAAAAAZw/r5Oa2ivwyuU/s320/christian_clipart_cross.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272763141917289538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so we all have a religion. Not having a religion is still a religion, some how. But i personally am Christian. And i was thinking the other day in History that religion is something so simple that everyone freaks out over. Does it really matter what religion everyone is, or even if they have a religion or not? It just makes no sense to me. Why does it matter what they believe in, the only thing that matters is what YOU believe in and practice. Every one is there own person and needs their own life. They need to be able to live their life with out someone behind them saying that what they believe and doing is "wrong" or dis approves of them because of this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring this up because I just met someone who I started to become close to but they found out that I was religious. And they wouldn't talk to me any more. I was SHOCKED! Well at two things... how they didn't see the cross i wear around my neck and how some one could really judge some one on that. It hurt. But I let it go. There was nothing I can do about it. I only hope for the best for her though. I do not hold it against her. But i hope that maybe someday she could look past it and we could be friends because she was a really cool person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Miss. Maddie**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-7668568750596698873?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/7668568750596698873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=7668568750596698873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/7668568750596698873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/7668568750596698873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/11/ok-so-we-all-have-religion.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SSyeJCrArEI/AAAAAAAAAZw/r5Oa2ivwyuU/s72-c/christian_clipart_cross.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-3919528485952071730</id><published>2008-11-24T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T17:35:45.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok so I have no idea what to write about. Lol so I'm having picture day!! Lol I'm going to pic tons of pics that i saw and write about each one. Lol so here we go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SStTJWLbqbI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Sad8JVZJRgY/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 33px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SStTJWLbqbI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Sad8JVZJRgY/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272399208804755890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved this saying... I'm not sure why... But it was cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SStThVhFs8I/AAAAAAAAAYw/7KKJLG7rVVc/s1600-h/colorful-2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 31px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SStThVhFs8I/AAAAAAAAAYw/7KKJLG7rVVc/s320/colorful-2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272399620944016322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose this picture because I'm trying to live my life by that. I know that sounds stupid but it's true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SStT31XlOOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/8FWgzRf-n3k/s1600-h/43.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 76px; height: 58px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SStT31XlOOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/8FWgzRf-n3k/s320/43.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272400007451195618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What girl doesn't want to be a princess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SStWNq1uPoI/AAAAAAAAAZo/ZBKAvk6j6kA/s1600-h/givememyheartback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SStWNq1uPoI/AAAAAAAAAZo/ZBKAvk6j6kA/s320/givememyheartback.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272402581605203586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So true... so true....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SStUxxIcqII/AAAAAAAAAZI/Cgg78n7SkvU/s1600-h/icon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 92px; height: 101px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SStUxxIcqII/AAAAAAAAAZI/Cgg78n7SkvU/s320/icon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272401002746390658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SStVNg-hV0I/AAAAAAAAAZY/LViBwNjgw0s/s1600-h/Icon-daveyandjade-youstolemyeyeline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SStVNg-hV0I/AAAAAAAAAZY/LViBwNjgw0s/s320/Icon-daveyandjade-youstolemyeyeline.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272401479446124354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this is something I don't get. Why do guys wear eye liner? Do they think it looks good? I think it's kinda wrong. It's bad enough I have to worry about my sister stealing my make up but to have to worry about my boyfriend stealing it is a little weird....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SStVyDpb9WI/AAAAAAAAAZg/Fny-7QB71lw/s1600-h/Picture30.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 99px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SStVyDpb9WI/AAAAAAAAAZg/Fny-7QB71lw/s320/Picture30.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272402107228222818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dam that Alice lmao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that concluded the very boring post for today lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Miss. Maddie**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-3919528485952071730?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/3919528485952071730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=3919528485952071730' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/3919528485952071730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/3919528485952071730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/11/ok-so-i-have-no-idea-what-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SStTJWLbqbI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Sad8JVZJRgY/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-1294604487065576877</id><published>2008-11-22T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T21:38:28.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SSjrwD9qdQI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Ug9JvOa_Ris/s1600-h/commentbuddy-com-0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SSjrwD9qdQI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Ug9JvOa_Ris/s320/commentbuddy-com-0.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271722574767355138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow i will be seeing the TWILIGHT MOVIE! I'm so excited!! I found out about this movie in like February! I've waited so long to see it. I'm not sure if i like everyone in the cast but I'm not going to judge much till i see the movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Miss. Maddie**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-1294604487065576877?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/1294604487065576877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=1294604487065576877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/1294604487065576877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/1294604487065576877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-tomorrow-i-will-be-seeing-twilight.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SSjrwD9qdQI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Ug9JvOa_Ris/s72-c/commentbuddy-com-0.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-2072287870730100229</id><published>2008-11-19T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T18:43:21.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SSTOrzRpxxI/AAAAAAAAAXw/F3etV8InfDI/s1600-h/z121807265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SSTOrzRpxxI/AAAAAAAAAXw/F3etV8InfDI/s320/z121807265.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270564715824269074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone how do you tell them? How do you express how much you care for them. Is it even possible to express all of it, even a part of it? Will they understand and express the same? Will they take the love you give them and shove it down the drain? Does anyone know these answers? Cause I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Miss. Maddie**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-2072287870730100229?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/2072287870730100229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=2072287870730100229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/2072287870730100229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/2072287870730100229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-you-love-someone-how-do-you-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SSTOrzRpxxI/AAAAAAAAAXw/F3etV8InfDI/s72-c/z121807265.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-6293506391357011394</id><published>2008-11-18T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:37:22.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritating?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SSNVYCUJ_OI/AAAAAAAAAW4/zVIjCtGrJCs/s1600-h/Katyboyscover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SSNVYCUJ_OI/AAAAAAAAAW4/zVIjCtGrJCs/s320/Katyboyscover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270149860380245218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so I love music as you know. And as funny as this sounds sometimes it irritates me. Lol. I love to sing along with all my music. Lol I blare the music while I'm doing just about anything any sing as loud as i can along with it. But I love getting new Cd's. But the bad thing i hate about getting new Cd's is that I have no clue what any of the lyrics are except for that one song they play on the radio all the time. So it sometimes makes me upset to just sit there and listen to it. Now don't get me wrong i do love the music but i hate that i can't sing along. It's something so small but it really does make me angry sometimes. Lol why I'll never know. But besides that not many other things make me angry. Except for fake people, valley girly girls, and my sister. Lol I'm usually a very happy person and plan on staying that way. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Miss. Maddie**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-6293506391357011394?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/6293506391357011394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=6293506391357011394' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/6293506391357011394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/6293506391357011394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/11/irritating.html' title='Irritating?'/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SSNVYCUJ_OI/AAAAAAAAAW4/zVIjCtGrJCs/s72-c/Katyboyscover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-5205798525792608929</id><published>2008-11-17T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T18:55:47.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SSIun3CVS1I/AAAAAAAAAWw/bw3M_Cco440/s1600-h/fgasg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SSIun3CVS1I/AAAAAAAAAWw/bw3M_Cco440/s320/fgasg.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269825776300411730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your words are like honey, warm and luscious.&lt;br /&gt;They flow out of your mouth so graceful and elegant.&lt;br /&gt;They run through my head like soft music.&lt;br /&gt;They make me feel warm and cozy like an an Autumn day.&lt;br /&gt;How did you ever succeeded this task?&lt;br /&gt;That you have perfected speaking.&lt;br /&gt;Those lips, they're perfect in every way. &lt;br /&gt;Soft, gentle, but hard and firm. &lt;br /&gt;How you ever perfected such a thing I'll never know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so we had to write a poem from the view point of a main character in a book in english. And I chose Twilight. I wrote from Bella's perspective of Edward. It got me an A so I thought I should share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Moods**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And to Mr. Trey, Thank you for the lovely comment and unfortunatly i was talking about him and many others.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-5205798525792608929?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/5205798525792608929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=5205798525792608929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/5205798525792608929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/5205798525792608929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/11/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SSIun3CVS1I/AAAAAAAAAWw/bw3M_Cco440/s72-c/fgasg.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-4444576889619390468</id><published>2008-11-16T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:56:03.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best friend?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SSDdONrq4zI/AAAAAAAAAWo/5CcO0eJw4dI/s1600-h/F102248~Boy-s-Best-Friend-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SSDdONrq4zI/AAAAAAAAAWo/5CcO0eJw4dI/s320/F102248~Boy-s-Best-Friend-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269454800284214066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dictionary:&lt;/em&gt; noun, the one friend who is closest to you  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Urban Dictionary&lt;/em&gt;: Someone you can totally be yourself around and not give a care in the world about your actions or feelings because they won't judge you for the stupid things you may do or say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many definitions of best friend or best friends. But do we each have our own definition. Do we each expect different things in a friendship? Do we each want different things from a friendship?&lt;br /&gt;What is a best friend? Is it someone we share everything with? Someone who is our whole world? The other half of us?&lt;br /&gt;Best friends are so hard to find. I've had a few in my short 15 years of life. And unfortunatly I have lost a few in that time. To put back the pieces of your life after something like that takes time. You find yourself almost not wanting to find another really good friend. Friends are hard to keep and I suggest keeping them as long as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Moods**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-4444576889619390468?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/4444576889619390468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=4444576889619390468' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/4444576889619390468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/4444576889619390468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/11/best-friend.html' title='Best friend?'/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SSDdONrq4zI/AAAAAAAAAWo/5CcO0eJw4dI/s72-c/F102248~Boy-s-Best-Friend-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-547036479217569627</id><published>2008-11-15T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T13:41:32.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun cute picture day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-87.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=432345564264990343&amp;amp;site=widget-87.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=432345564264990343&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-87.slide.com/p1/432345564264990343/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=432345564264990343&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-87.slide.com/p2/432345564264990343/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=432345564264990343&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-87.slide.com/p4/432345564264990343/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6944160746034847171-547036479217569627?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/547036479217569627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=547036479217569627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/547036479217569627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/547036479217569627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/11/fun-cute-picture-day.html' title='Fun cute picture day!'/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-6982868303379405223</id><published>2008-11-14T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T17:29:06.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Color</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SR4j9bdsh8I/AAAAAAAAAWg/RQKeK5JLML4/s1600-h/close-up-colorful-iris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SR4j9bdsh8I/AAAAAAAAAWg/RQKeK5JLML4/s320/close-up-colorful-iris.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268688152321361858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color. I love color. My whole world is filled with color. My mom even scrap books and makes cards and she has every paper, stamp pad, and marker of every color in the world. Plus they have interesting names. But I love each and every color. Some how each color reminds me of something. Some things happy, somethings sad. But my friend the other day asked me to describe a color to her. I didn't know what to say. How would you describe color? I did the best I could, but that stupid question stayed with me all day long. How in the world to you describe color. Plus a lot of colors have stereotypes. Like blue is boy, pink is girly girl, black is sad or emo. But can you describe a color in a stereotype?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Moods**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-6982868303379405223?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/6982868303379405223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=6982868303379405223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/6982868303379405223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/6982868303379405223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/11/color.html' title='Color'/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SR4j9bdsh8I/AAAAAAAAAWg/RQKeK5JLML4/s72-c/close-up-colorful-iris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-168999084302495947</id><published>2008-11-10T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T17:18:54.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SRjdM-BMiMI/AAAAAAAAAUw/hLgXOEmFHRE/s1600-h/myspace-codes-posters-38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SRjdM-BMiMI/AAAAAAAAAUw/hLgXOEmFHRE/s320/myspace-codes-posters-38.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267202979085977794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Moods**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-168999084302495947?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/168999084302495947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=168999084302495947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/168999084302495947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/168999084302495947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/11/moods.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SRjdM-BMiMI/AAAAAAAAAUw/hLgXOEmFHRE/s72-c/myspace-codes-posters-38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-6356426511325791933</id><published>2008-11-07T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T20:00:52.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Urban Dictionary, I don't know if you've heard of it before. But it's hilarious. I'm not sure who created it but big thanks to them. I've only been on it a few times. I looked up real random things like paper, crayon and stupid. My favorite one was stupid because the top answer was, "The kind of person you has to look up the word stupid in the dictionary because they don't know what it means." I laughed so hard when i read it, then i thought oh crap does that mean I'm stupid. But it's fin to go on there and see all the crazy definitions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Moods**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-6356426511325791933?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/6356426511325791933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=6356426511325791933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/6356426511325791933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/6356426511325791933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/11/urban-dictionary-i-dont-know-if-youve.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-7635847167528870822</id><published>2008-11-06T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T18:16:10.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SROkeoA7qvI/AAAAAAAAAUM/34uLOhZ3Hw0/s1600-h/1CA0GJA49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 88px; height: 88px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SROkeoA7qvI/AAAAAAAAAUM/34uLOhZ3Hw0/s320/1CA0GJA49.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265733235370601202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so I am a Twilight freak, well maybe not freak but I LOVE it. I've seen a lot of icons, like Edward please bite me or Edward and Bella forever. But this one by far has to be my favorite one! I laughed when i saw it because any one who has read the book understands why it's so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Moods**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-7635847167528870822?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/7635847167528870822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=7635847167528870822' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/7635847167528870822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/7635847167528870822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/11/ok-so-i-am-twilight-freak-well-maybe.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SROkeoA7qvI/AAAAAAAAAUM/34uLOhZ3Hw0/s72-c/1CA0GJA49.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-115852309611122653</id><published>2008-11-04T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:09:19.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SRC4d_xXaPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/Jv9CeQ1xL58/s1600-h/help.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SRC4d_xXaPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/Jv9CeQ1xL58/s320/help.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264910789870315762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help, it's sometimes so hard to ask for help. And how is it that sometimes it's easier to give help then receive it. Personal I have always been a I can do it myself person. I never ask for help if it's unavoidable. I don't know why. Maybe because I think I look weak when I ask for it, or maybe that I feel bad about asking. But i am a person that loves to give help. I'm constantly helping my friends with their problems and issues. But the problem with helping them is I get distract from my life and my issues. So sometimes my problems that I put off and put off for other people will explode! Help is hard, and I need to ask for it more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Moods**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-115852309611122653?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/115852309611122653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=115852309611122653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/115852309611122653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/115852309611122653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/11/help-its-sometimes-so-hard-to-ask-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SRC4d_xXaPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/Jv9CeQ1xL58/s72-c/help.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-2400878119044546872</id><published>2008-11-01T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T10:17:39.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SQyOxIP73gI/AAAAAAAAAT8/dtOqy8ripdU/s1600-h/IMG_0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SQyOxIP73gI/AAAAAAAAAT8/dtOqy8ripdU/s320/IMG_0247.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263739039168323074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh Halloween was so much fun this year. I ended up being a Bronco's football girl and i looked really cute. We did the usual Halloween. Dinner, trick or treat, sort the candy, eat the candy, then crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Moods**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-2400878119044546872?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/2400878119044546872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=2400878119044546872' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/2400878119044546872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/2400878119044546872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-baby.html' title='Halloween Baby!'/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SQyOxIP73gI/AAAAAAAAAT8/dtOqy8ripdU/s72-c/IMG_0247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-424963428781170197</id><published>2008-10-27T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T18:14:57.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SQZnWaruCGI/AAAAAAAAAT0/HPTD0B5Tst0/s1600-h/pics+011.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/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SQZnWaruCGI/AAAAAAAAAT0/HPTD0B5Tst0/s320/pics+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262006849446479970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful. That's what i hear all the time!Every one says i have most pretty eyes. I don't think so. They drive me crazy! But don't we all have something that gets tons of compliments all the time, and we just look at them like their crazy. Why can't we all just like what we have? Is it really that hard, to just appreciate what we have. It's just a thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Moods**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-424963428781170197?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/424963428781170197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=424963428781170197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/424963428781170197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/424963428781170197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/10/beautiful-eyes.html' title='Beautiful eyes'/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SQZnWaruCGI/AAAAAAAAAT0/HPTD0B5Tst0/s72-c/pics+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-7729268152029007421</id><published>2008-10-25T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T22:16:57.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My name...</title><content type='html'>M is for Mellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A is for Active&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D is for Dramatic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E is for Enlightened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L is for Lovable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y is for Young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N is for Neglected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N is for Nice &lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;M is for Mushy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O is for Optimistic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O is for Orderly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D is for Devious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L is for Lively&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E is for Exquisite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S is for Sensitive &lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;M is for Moral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A is for Alluring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D is for Dignified&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D is for Dramatic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I is for Insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E is for Energetic &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Miss. Maddie**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-7729268152029007421?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/7729268152029007421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=7729268152029007421' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/7729268152029007421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/7729268152029007421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-name.html' title='My name...'/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-89278377298927092</id><published>2008-10-21T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:03:56.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping?</title><content type='html'>OK so I am not a girly girl, as you probably already know. But I found my self going CRAZY SHOPPING in Hot Topic! I loved so much! I WANTED IT ALL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SP6WUbsoowI/AAAAAAAAARU/mHj6vO0QqSc/s1600-h/287452_hi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SP6WUbsoowI/AAAAAAAAARU/mHj6vO0QqSc/s320/287452_hi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259806692591837954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this shirt! I loved it so much! I love how "twilight" it is... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SP6WhIN5VQI/AAAAAAAAARc/Nx0N54H0s-Y/s1600-h/256155_hi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SP6WhIN5VQI/AAAAAAAAARc/Nx0N54H0s-Y/s320/256155_hi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259806910700934402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved this shirt! I didn't buy it though... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SP6XBZ--ZBI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Nr_KDVJVV1Q/s1600-h/277118_hi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SP6XBZ--ZBI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Nr_KDVJVV1Q/s320/277118_hi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259807465226003474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SP6XBsaRKLI/AAAAAAAAASE/TJzInW9utuc/s1600-h/280784_hi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SP6XBsaRKLI/AAAAAAAAASE/TJzInW9utuc/s320/280784_hi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259807470172317874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SP6XBmz-0KI/AAAAAAAAASM/lIn11ZRGEIo/s1600-h/263182_hi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SP6XBmz-0KI/AAAAAAAAASM/lIn11ZRGEIo/s320/263182_hi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259807468669554850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved all of these! They all are so so so cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SP6XSlXwITI/AAAAAAAAASU/EBPO2GzN-q0/s1600-h/edwardheader2_v1_m56577569830670659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SP6XSlXwITI/AAAAAAAAASU/EBPO2GzN-q0/s320/edwardheader2_v1_m56577569830670659.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259807760340492594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is Yummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SP6Xlppq1QI/AAAAAAAAASc/A0Qo7E_spbU/s1600-h/teachers-pet_hi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SP6Xlppq1QI/AAAAAAAAASc/A0Qo7E_spbU/s320/teachers-pet_hi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259808087906899202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my favorite costume I found.. . but mom didn't exactly approve it lol... wonder why ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I guess... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Miss. Maddie**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-89278377298927092?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/89278377298927092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=89278377298927092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/89278377298927092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/89278377298927092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/10/shopping.html' title='Shopping?'/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SP6WUbsoowI/AAAAAAAAARU/mHj6vO0QqSc/s72-c/287452_hi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-8711599637119536158</id><published>2008-10-12T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T12:21:00.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Texting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SPJNiZyQ3MI/AAAAAAAAAQc/8X-5X1QLMkM/s1600-h/habits-female-texting-400a062507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SPJNiZyQ3MI/AAAAAAAAAQc/8X-5X1QLMkM/s320/habits-female-texting-400a062507.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256348968527387842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so like many teens in the world I text like there's no tomorrow. I love it. It's easy communication. Plus you can stick to one topic, and text during things when you can't talk on the phone. Since I'm texting and get the information I want from people quickly I don't spend all night on the phone. I have TONS of friends and trying to call them all would take quite a bit of time. But is texting too much a problem? I guess it would depend on who your asking. I know that texting is my main way of communication with a lot of people, even some family. So the guy or gal that created texting is a genius. And I highly thank them!! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Miss. Maddie**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-8711599637119536158?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/8711599637119536158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=8711599637119536158' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/8711599637119536158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/8711599637119536158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/10/texting.html' title='Texting...'/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SPJNiZyQ3MI/AAAAAAAAAQc/8X-5X1QLMkM/s72-c/habits-female-texting-400a062507.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-3641094016067201203</id><published>2008-10-03T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T18:29:53.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing it cause it's gone....</title><content type='html'>As high school has started it makes me miss my eigth grade year. :'( I miss all my friends and the good times. HA and those FUNKY teachers!! Plus all the amazing friends I had! I loved eighth grade year! It was the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-5f.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=432345564262243679&amp;amp;site=widget-5f.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=432345564262243679&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-5f.slide.com/p1/432345564262243679/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=432345564262243679&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-5f.slide.com/p2/432345564262243679/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=432345564262243679&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-5f.slide.com/p4/432345564262243679/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6944160746034847171-3641094016067201203?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/3641094016067201203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=3641094016067201203' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/3641094016067201203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/3641094016067201203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/10/missing-it-cause-its-gone.html' title='Missing it cause it&apos;s gone....'/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-6924891981968874630</id><published>2008-09-29T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T20:01:12.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SOGVIEJI6yI/AAAAAAAAAQU/w_iv6aS24a0/s1600-h/IMG_1619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251642606274276130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SOGVIEJI6yI/AAAAAAAAAQU/w_iv6aS24a0/s320/IMG_1619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok so my best friend in the whole world has to be Nicole. We met in eighth grade and have been inseparable ever since! She helps me with EVERYTHING! From making sure I pick the right boys to helping me pick the right outfits. She's the only one I can talk to for hours upon hours and upon hours. And trust me we have talked for HOURS!! Lol But she's so nice, funny, and always is there for me. She great and I could not live my life with out her. She makes me so happy and always brightens my day!! Even though we go to different high schools we still make sure that doesn't stop us. I love my Nicole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Miss. Maddie**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-6924891981968874630?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/6924891981968874630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=6924891981968874630' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/6924891981968874630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/6924891981968874630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/09/bff.html' title='BFF'/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SOGVIEJI6yI/AAAAAAAAAQU/w_iv6aS24a0/s72-c/IMG_1619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-3686307591202219323</id><published>2008-09-28T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T13:38:30.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored!</title><content type='html'>I'm so so bored! Ha ha so I went on the internet and found some cute love icons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251173812251626834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SN_qwqUXjVI/AAAAAAAAAP8/6zza1Zo40U8/s320/b5675737.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251173811670188722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SN_qwoJvgrI/AAAAAAAAAQE/-MGyrX54mJE/s320/LoveIcons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251173811839301058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SN_qwoyD9cI/AAAAAAAAAQM/pOy6b2N153A/s320/myspace_love_icons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;See told you they were cute! ;) And thanks to the cooking lady for her comment! It was very nice. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;**Miss. Maddie**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-3686307591202219323?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/3686307591202219323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=3686307591202219323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/3686307591202219323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/3686307591202219323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/09/bored.html' title='Bored!'/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SN_qwqUXjVI/AAAAAAAAAP8/6zza1Zo40U8/s72-c/b5675737.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-5894570851124473542</id><published>2008-09-27T11:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T13:38:29.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANT!!! I WANT!!</title><content type='html'>Why do we always want what we can't have. We can't have it end if story. Why when we find out that guy has a girlfriend we want him MORE! Or when your mom says no to that cookie. You want it more! But why didn't we want it when we could have it. Now that the option to have it is over, does that mean that now WE NEED IT!! It's just so confusing at times. One minute you want one thing, then three minute you want another. We are never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;satisfied&lt;/span&gt; with what we have. We always want that new phone, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ipod&lt;/span&gt;, computer, boy, new clothes. It doesn't matter that you just got a new one you want the new one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; it just came out. Shame on us! Shame that some of us can't appreciate what we have. Some people would kill to have as much as we have. We need to stop WANTING and start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;appreciating&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Miss. Maddie**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-5894570851124473542?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/5894570851124473542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=5894570851124473542' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/5894570851124473542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/5894570851124473542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-want-i-want.html' title='I WANT!!! I WANT!!'/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-1039976855970809028</id><published>2008-09-22T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T17:26:34.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks to all</title><content type='html'>Thank you to all who left a comment on my last blog. It's been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; hard for me the past couple of months. Thanks for all the support and or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;storeys&lt;/span&gt; that you have shared with me. I'm also very sorry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; not posting in awhile but it's been kinds crazy. My birthday was the 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; so I had party and such plus we just had home coming!! It was so much fun! My legs hurt so bad the next day! I danced, and danced, and DANCED!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;! :) But it's starting to cool off now and I finally got to check my blog. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Miss. Maddie**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-1039976855970809028?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/1039976855970809028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=1039976855970809028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/1039976855970809028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/1039976855970809028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/09/thanks-to-all.html' title='Thanks to all'/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-1172468820865937043</id><published>2008-09-04T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T12:01:00.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid story</title><content type='html'>It was the time of my life. I was so happy and full of life. All the pieces of my life were falling into place. I had my family, school, and my two best friends Aaron and Zach. My two best friends were the center of my world. Aaron and I, in particular were absolutely inseparable. He and I would tell and do everything together. We were closer to each other then any one else in the world. There wasn’t a day that would go by that we didn’t at least talk once, let alone three or four times. Everything was perfect, and nothing was going to change that.&lt;br /&gt;I had just got back from CIY, church camp, and I could sense that something was different. Aaron was keeping something from me, which was so strange. We told each other everything. So I asked him a few times if there was something wrong, but he shrugged me off each time. So I had no choice but to let it go. Things were never the same.&lt;br /&gt;It was around 11:30 p.m. on a Sunday night when I got a text message. Now this was not uncommon but this particular text turned my world upside down and backwards. Aaron and I had argued a few times that same day, nothing major but I guess it was. Aaron had sent me a text stating that he does not want to be friends anymore. Those words were like acid to my body and mind. A huge, dry, scratchy cotton ball developed in my throat and was unmovable. I could hear my heart beat in my ears, and warm tears flow down my cheeks. It was impossible to breath, like I was hit in the gut by a sumo wrestler. All I could do is stare at that text message and search my mind for any reason why this could be happening. All I could say in return to him is if this was what he really wanted. I loved and respected Aaron enough that if this was what he wanted then so be it. My whole world had crashed. My best friend, my other half, the person I trusted most in this world didn’t want me in his life. Just the thought of those words shattered my heart. As I waited for his reply to my text all I could do is convince myself that it was a joke. It had to be a joke, why would he not want me anymore? Then memories came flooding back to me. All the phone calls, mall days, movies, and notes we had shared together. Until, my memories were interrupted by my phone, I had received a text. I scurried to get to my phone; I couldn’t get to it fast enough. Only to read the word I was dreading, the one word that would tare me apart forever. Yes, that’s all Aaron had sent to me. Yes, the one word I wished and prayed that I wouldn’t receive. I was broken, at that moment no part of me was working. It felt so surreal and bizarre. My best friend in the whole world didn’t want me anymore, for good, forever. Those words were burned into my brain like nothing else mattered in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Each morning I woke up to those words, every time I thought of Aaron those words popped up in my mind. It was horrible, I couldn’t stand it. I was angry, sad, frustrated, confused, there were so many emotions that I couldn’t decide how to feel. Days upon days of this jail like torture. I moved forward, I focused on moving on and getting back to my real life and other friends. It was so terribly hard.&lt;br /&gt;Today I am back to normal or what I guess what you would call normal. I have new friends, and am happy. I do think about Aaron at times, but not to the extent that it used to be. Aaron will always be apart of my life, just not the way that I wish he would be. All I can do is move forward, and focus on finding the right path for my life. That is what I focus on, the right path.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-1172468820865937043?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/1172468820865937043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=1172468820865937043' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/1172468820865937043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/1172468820865937043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/09/story-written-for-english.html' title='Stupid story'/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-4939225620592224588</id><published>2008-09-03T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T17:37:21.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm HORRIBLE!</title><content type='html'>My gosh I have totally neglected my poor blog! I'm so sorry!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well nothings really new. But i was thinking about something the other day. Why is it when you make plans then your parents crush them with new plans. "oh mom I want to stay after school for a club meeting." " No honey you have to babysit." ARG!! I'm so so sick of it!! It kills me every time when i don't have plans she doesn't. But when I do apparently I already do according to my mom!!!!!!! I CAN"T STAND IT! How am I supposed to live my life this way???????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss. Maddie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-4939225620592224588?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/4939225620592224588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=4939225620592224588' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/4939225620592224588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/4939225620592224588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-horrible.html' title='I&apos;m HORRIBLE!'/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-3600730012277375466</id><published>2008-08-14T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T19:43:38.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys... Boys... oh and did I mention BOYS!!</title><content type='html'>Omg High School has SO many guys! What sucks is that so many are so cute that i can't just chose one to crush on... ok well maybe I did find one. LOL But there are so many people in High school it's crazy. It's almost unbelieveable!! But I do some what like High School. I'm not sold yet. There's some things I wish I could change....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Miss. Maddie**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-3600730012277375466?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/3600730012277375466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=3600730012277375466' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/3600730012277375466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/3600730012277375466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/08/boys-boys-oh-and-did-i-mention-boys.html' title='Boys... Boys... oh and did I mention BOYS!!'/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-4058046271601032621</id><published>2008-08-12T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T19:38:00.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry...</title><content type='html'>Gees sorry for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inconstancy&lt;/span&gt; with my blogs. I've been so busy with so much! I'm so tired... I'm surprised I'm able to type... Plus mom wants to drag me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ug&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I did start high school... who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;... I guess. I'm not quite sure how I like it. Maybe once I get the hang of things and the teachers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; start teaching stuff I'll like it more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm going to keep it short and sweet today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Miss. Maddie**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-4058046271601032621?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/4058046271601032621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=4058046271601032621' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/4058046271601032621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/4058046271601032621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/08/sorry.html' title='Sorry...'/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-7381849230911495890</id><published>2008-08-09T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T12:27:13.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Role models....???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ok so young girls need a role model. But sadly through my eyes I only wrong, horrid, and down right nasty role models.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So first up to bat is Paris Hilton. Isn't she such a nice g&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJ3tR6AvG9I/AAAAAAAAAO4/gulg0nAqgwg/s1600-h/paris.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232599233960287186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="235" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJ3tR6AvG9I/AAAAAAAAAO4/gulg0nAqgwg/s320/paris.bmp" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;irl. So skinny you can see her ribs and showing way to much skin. Getting in the tabloids and wanting attention in the wrong ways. What a great role model right!?! Ugh she makes me sick. How could someone do that. How could she present herself like that to the world. Does she have any morals or respect for herself or the world. Paris Hilton is a horrible role model. What's so special about her anyway. Her dad owns the Hilton hotels... Who cares! It's a flippin hotel. If Paris had not done all her crazy nights out and put herself in the tabloids no one would care. No one would care if she was the daughter to the Hilton founder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232600413738804034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJ3uWlB2o0I/AAAAAAAAAPA/-BOFVoZOjrs/s320/hannahmontanamovie2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Next up to bat is Hannah Montana. Every one LOVES her. But they really don't see what she's teaching little kids. She's teaching them to hide, or have double lives. At least she dresses modestly. But my friends sister has a split personality because of her. One day she's my friends sister, then the next she claims she's some famous softball player. Plus she's teaching them  not to just be happy with themselves. How they can be two people. I just don't get her at all. She drives me crazy. Plus in my opinion she's kinds funny looking as a Blondie. Lol sorry I had to add that. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Miss. Maddie**&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/6944160746034847171-7381849230911495890?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/7381849230911495890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=7381849230911495890' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/7381849230911495890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/7381849230911495890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/08/role-models.html' title='Role models....???'/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJ3tR6AvG9I/AAAAAAAAAO4/gulg0nAqgwg/s72-c/paris.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-5449584234196748966</id><published>2008-08-03T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T11:19:46.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About...</title><content type='html'>My favorite things in life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friends... I have way too many to list&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Movies... They are the best! I try and see any movie I can, and if I have time I watch them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Music.... Paramore, A7x, Three days grace, Linkin Park, Fly leaf, Taylor Swift, and Coldplay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Family... I love my family and they are great supporters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pictures... I like just to see them, you can learn a lot about the person from just a picture.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boys... ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love... It's so awesome...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Helping people... I like being the shoulder to cry on for people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pizza... YUMMMMMMMM!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blogging... I like to write and meet people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Church/ GOD!!.... He is a big part of my life... I want to follow in his foot steps&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cooking... Love to try to make new things!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Surfin the web... Playing games is fun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep overs... Can't ever get enough of them!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My dog... Brownie is my love! I love my dog tons and tons&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fish... I LOVE MY PET FISHIES!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Travel.... To see family in other states. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sports... Volleyball, Soccer, Softball&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Type... I really do like to type... I don't know why but I do!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Texting... I love it! I like the convience and the fact that I can talk to many people at once. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Surprises... I like to give them and get them... It's fun!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My bed... I love to sleep and just lay in my bed... It's so comfy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shoes... Yes... I know... But i really only like to get cute skater shoes and shoes like that. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My hair... I love my hair to death and would change it for the world!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Twilight.... I am obsessed &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My pool... I'll spend hours and hours in my pool.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;**Miss. Maddie**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-5449584234196748966?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/5449584234196748966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=5449584234196748966' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/5449584234196748966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/5449584234196748966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/08/about.html' title='About...'/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-5057115400932690824</id><published>2008-08-02T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T08:04:22.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin flirty??</title><content type='html'>Ok Finally! I've found something!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flirting? I've been accused so many times of this!! But how can you help your self &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJR0TF_2PwI/AAAAAAAAAOg/PbYu500eF1w/s1600-h/image4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229932938660298498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJR0TF_2PwI/AAAAAAAAAOg/PbYu500eF1w/s320/image4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sometimes. But doesn't it suck when some one calls you out on it when you're with the person you're flirting with. Lol I've had that happen to. But isn't there different types of flirting. I mean my flirting has to be different then my best friend. But is flirting effective?? Do guys really fall for it?? Do guys even understand that we're flirting with them?? Is there such a thing as too much flirting or not enough. There's just so many questions about it, but does anyone have the qualifications to answer them?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well all I know is that guys can't flirt. There not very good at it. Plus it's called charm not flirt. So &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJR1T2-FtOI/AAAAAAAAAOo/NudmLFnQTmo/s1600-h/image28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229934051317888226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJR1T2-FtOI/AAAAAAAAAOo/NudmLFnQTmo/s320/image28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that changes things a little. But guys just sometimes "charm" too much. They just go OVER BOARD!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Example:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy: Hey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl: Hello...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy: My name is Guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl: Oh Hi... My name is Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy: That's a very pretty name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl: Thank you, I like your name too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy: I LOVE YOU!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl:..... (walks away)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy: Whoops....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has happened to me too. Lol but I know it only happens like never. But you&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJR2dLeSFGI/AAAAAAAAAOw/PP21LJqh_Sg/s1600-h/image18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229935310952076386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJR2dLeSFGI/AAAAAAAAAOw/PP21LJqh_Sg/s320/image18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; get the idea. Sometimes guys just more too quickly and the flirting or "charm" goes to fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I personally like to flirt. It's fun and sometimes it works. But exactly what am I trying to get by flirting. What are any of us trying to get by flirting. Love? Boyfriend? Friend? Well it's uncertain but who cares!! Ya get what ya flirt for. And I am happy with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So to all you flirty girls we all are united!! Lol Jk &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Miss. Maddie** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJRzaaH4VlI/AAAAAAAAAN4/aAR20jJCZec/s1600-h/image4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229931964810155602" style="CURSOR: hand" height="1" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJRzaaH4VlI/AAAAAAAAAN4/aAR20jJCZec/s320/image4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6944160746034847171-5057115400932690824?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/5057115400932690824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=5057115400932690824' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/5057115400932690824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/5057115400932690824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/08/feelin-flirty.html' title='Feelin flirty??'/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJR0TF_2PwI/AAAAAAAAAOg/PbYu500eF1w/s72-c/image4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-1779266210019914771</id><published>2008-07-31T16:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T16:31:58.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder...</title><content type='html'>Ever wonder... lol of course! Every one wonders. Lol I've been wondering all day about what to write about. But I can't seem to find anything. Shocking I know right. Lol so sadly I'm going to post once again cute pictures. I feel bad. But I will come up with something soon!! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJJLKnzJ_fI/AAAAAAAAANg/OrOWGRteDVU/s1600-h/th_flower8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229324763184889330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJJLKnzJ_fI/AAAAAAAAANg/OrOWGRteDVU/s320/th_flower8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJJLKgfPs9I/AAAAAAAAANo/p0_oLiteQc0/s1600-h/th_peace1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229324761222329298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJJLKgfPs9I/AAAAAAAAANo/p0_oLiteQc0/s320/th_peace1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJJLK-k15iI/AAAAAAAAANw/PvUlBhsqZvc/s1600-h/th_photography.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229324769298867746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJJLK-k15iI/AAAAAAAAANw/PvUlBhsqZvc/s320/th_photography.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJJK8iWjAhI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z49VuP6OFL8/s1600-h/art-photography.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229324521204548114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJJK8iWjAhI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z49VuP6OFL8/s320/art-photography.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJJK8p31hzI/AAAAAAAAANA/78K2-JQp8qo/s1600-h/color.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229324523223222066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJJK8p31hzI/AAAAAAAAANA/78K2-JQp8qo/s320/color.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJJK8-cqX9I/AAAAAAAAANI/tmyzMivTO2c/s1600-h/photography.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229324528746389458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJJK8-cqX9I/AAAAAAAAANI/tmyzMivTO2c/s320/photography.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJJK8y3Pd_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/91PA3o3WDQg/s1600-h/th_Color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229324525636646898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJJK8y3Pd_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/91PA3o3WDQg/s320/th_Color.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJJK9MOxXiI/AAAAAAAAANY/IIxcmqeilkY/s1600-h/th_Technicolor_Art_by_TAIAHA-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229324532446223906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJJK9MOxXiI/AAAAAAAAANY/IIxcmqeilkY/s320/th_Technicolor_Art_by_TAIAHA-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJJI72_DibI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/g5M2IQZZY_g/s1600-h/ghwrth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229322310540036530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJJI72_DibI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/g5M2IQZZY_g/s320/ghwrth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJJI8MLYuNI/AAAAAAAAAMY/awMRGWcV4UU/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229322316228901074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJJI8MLYuNI/AAAAAAAAAMY/awMRGWcV4UU/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJJI8GMsidI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nUpzKDtq2sw/s1600-h/myspace_love_icons_04.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229322314623781330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJJI8GMsidI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nUpzKDtq2sw/s320/myspace_love_icons_04.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJJI8RzCf4I/AAAAAAAAAMo/dAZtbzTrzGg/s1600-h/peace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229322317737394050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJJI8RzCf4I/AAAAAAAAAMo/dAZtbzTrzGg/s320/peace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJJI8Wdr4NI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OlexZwJslqY/s1600-h/friends_3.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229322318990008530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJJI8Wdr4NI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OlexZwJslqY/s320/friends_3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Miss. Maddie**&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/6944160746034847171-1779266210019914771?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/1779266210019914771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=1779266210019914771' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/1779266210019914771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/1779266210019914771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/07/wonder.html' title='Wonder...'/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJJLKnzJ_fI/AAAAAAAAANg/OrOWGRteDVU/s72-c/th_flower8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-5084440785770243107</id><published>2008-07-30T11:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T11:31:09.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally Pic!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJCy3yiDDyI/AAAAAAAAALo/g3IB65Py-2g/s1600-h/th_i2vb45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228875838904274722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJCy3yiDDyI/AAAAAAAAALo/g3IB65Py-2g/s320/th_i2vb45.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJCy34QMgOI/AAAAAAAAALw/ezMd9Q-UOCc/s1600-h/th_icons-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228875840440008930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJCy34QMgOI/AAAAAAAAALw/ezMd9Q-UOCc/s320/th_icons-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJCy4IeHfOI/AAAAAAAAAL4/QG-rTeprz8A/s1600-h/th_00000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228875844793367778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJCy4IeHfOI/AAAAAAAAAL4/QG-rTeprz8A/s320/th_00000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJCy4NjtKBI/AAAAAAAAAMA/MRaJSnBHflA/s1600-h/th_random.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228875846158985234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJCy4NjtKBI/AAAAAAAAAMA/MRaJSnBHflA/s320/th_random.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJCy4QceDSI/AAAAAAAAAMI/sU7SvQudjQs/s1600-h/ththcomputerlies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228875846933941538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJCy4QceDSI/AAAAAAAAAMI/sU7SvQudjQs/s320/ththcomputerlies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJCyYnOnyPI/AAAAAAAAALA/46hWbsqU3Yc/s1600-h/th_Family.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228875303294060786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJCyYnOnyPI/AAAAAAAAALA/46hWbsqU3Yc/s320/th_Family.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJCyY0QNGWI/AAAAAAAAALY/09Ra9VlEgbY/s1600-h/th_icon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228875306790361442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJCyY0QNGWI/AAAAAAAAALY/09Ra9VlEgbY/s320/th_icon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJCyZH1rkYI/AAAAAAAAALg/ROOVW61VBVc/s1600-h/th_mydog.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228875312047821186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJCyZH1rkYI/AAAAAAAAALg/ROOVW61VBVc/s320/th_mydog.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJCyYjYUu0I/AAAAAAAAALQ/NxXJ0_vjpAY/s1600-h/th_gir-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228875302261013314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJCyYjYUu0I/AAAAAAAAALQ/NxXJ0_vjpAY/s320/th_gir-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJCyYnb9N6I/AAAAAAAAALI/6BKne8GYjS0/s1600-h/th_funny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228875303349991330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJCyYnb9N6I/AAAAAAAAALI/6BKne8GYjS0/s320/th_funny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228875068228579538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="117" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJCyK7ipMNI/AAAAAAAAAKw/5PeWoNQ6grc/s320/th.jpg" width="119" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228875128178836882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJCyOa35hZI/AAAAAAAAAK4/evJom31C-bo/s320/th_penguin.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228875026791716034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJCyIhLU1MI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ndudnMXZFMs/s320/Love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228874979133433346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJCyFvotJgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/rHBaKVpzItk/s320/peace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228874916385192370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJCyCF4W-bI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Fc3qMj0hTx4/s320/jb.kjhvb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228874838396658930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJCx9jWcZPI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/RSfsPdfTo_Q/s320/hdsfiuwegfligu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228874784507379394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJCx6amPPsI/AAAAAAAAAKI/2mB7TptGx7g/s320/glitter-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228874686714686530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJCx0uSpLEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/U2CYqefrUP4/s320/37813752a1798885827b244322918m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;**Miss. Maddie**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-5084440785770243107?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/5084440785770243107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=5084440785770243107' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/5084440785770243107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/5084440785770243107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/07/totally-pic.html' title='Totally Pic!!'/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SJCy3yiDDyI/AAAAAAAAALo/g3IB65Py-2g/s72-c/th_i2vb45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-2463996977907510043</id><published>2008-07-23T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T01:33:15.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH GOSH!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SIf4JkP_0BI/AAAAAAAAAIs/QWuDj6JKFJQ/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226418735820034066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SIf4JkP_0BI/AAAAAAAAAIs/QWuDj6JKFJQ/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I haven't posted in forever!!! Well I've been rather busy... But I have lots of fun things to talk about. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226418306094264178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 2px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1px" height="12" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SIf3wjZY73I/AAAAAAAAAIk/VeYbREGyYGc/s320/IMG_6057.JPG" width="11" border="0" /&gt;First I got a new cell phone!! FINALLY!!! I got the new Lg shine! It's a very nice phone. I got it in red. Not my first choice... but it was my second. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother is in basketball. He is only 5. To watch a bunch of 5 year olds try to play basketball is so funny. They don't really know how to dribble so they practically carry it from one side of the court to the other. And they can't really shoot. They just throw it up in the air by the hoop and hope it goes in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I guess I didn't have much to say... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Miss. Maddie**&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/6944160746034847171-2463996977907510043?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/2463996977907510043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=2463996977907510043' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/2463996977907510043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/2463996977907510043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-gosh.html' title='OH GOSH!!'/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SIf4JkP_0BI/AAAAAAAAAIs/QWuDj6JKFJQ/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-7926169903169926258</id><published>2008-07-16T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T15:13:23.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SH5vgIPfltI/AAAAAAAAAIU/bW4MhhL-Igk/s1600-h/Monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223735215555319506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SH5vgIPfltI/AAAAAAAAAIU/bW4MhhL-Igk/s320/Monkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well I was "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surfin&lt;/span&gt;" the web and just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;looking&lt;/span&gt; at things at I noticed something. I'm a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;member&lt;/span&gt; of a few different sites. Like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Youtube&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Blogspot&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Imeem&lt;/span&gt;, The-n, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;poetry&lt;/span&gt;.com. And what I noticed is that on every single website you can have friends, send messages or leave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;comments&lt;/span&gt;. I just found it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt;. Most of the "friends" you have on these sites you only know because of the sites. Plus there's the big friend websites, like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Myspace&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;. People just love to have "friends" &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SH5wnF_IlVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/7ZSmSjGqRVM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223736434720544082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SH5wnF_IlVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/7ZSmSjGqRVM/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;doest&lt;/span&gt; matter who or how they're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;. If they have these people they call friends they're happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how do you even classify these people as friends. You only talk to them on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;. You never see them in person. Now some people do know people they are friends with. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ultimately&lt;/span&gt; people just have friends to have friends. They really don't know the person but the person is a friend. So it's all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;...NOT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus do we always need that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;comfort&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;communication&lt;/span&gt;. Do we always have to have some one to talk to or to have "know" you. It's just very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Miss. Maddie**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-7926169903169926258?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/7926169903169926258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=7926169903169926258' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/7926169903169926258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/7926169903169926258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/07/friends.html' title='Friends...?'/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SH5vgIPfltI/AAAAAAAAAIU/bW4MhhL-Igk/s72-c/Monkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-3528435668488752495</id><published>2008-07-14T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T13:56:52.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; so love... Yes the mushy gushy word... &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SHu5eneB8XI/AAAAAAAAAHk/t-iK5Xd9Yco/s1600-h/z53159901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222972128508375410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SHu5eneB8XI/AAAAAAAAAHk/t-iK5Xd9Yco/s320/z53159901.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just find it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt;. How any one will do anything for it. Bow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; tried to find it myself. I'm not going to lie. I have been in love before and have had my heart broken before. But what I find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; is how people pursue it like it's going to fly away ro something. I just thinks it's funny. I mean people would change everything about themselves if they think it'll bring them closer to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SHu6pIB9NqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/aM7oasGgw7I/s1600-h/z51386343.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222973408559314594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SHu6pIB9NqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/aM7oasGgw7I/s320/z51386343.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But then there's the "fake" love. I see that a lot today. How people will tell their significant other they love them just to get something out of them. I think it's wrong! Because if you love someone then you should really tell them. Not tell them so they'll stay with you, sleep with you, or spend money on you. Love should be for real... not fake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus the word love is thrown around a lot today. It doesn't have it's big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;significant&lt;/span&gt; meaning any more. Now a lot of people will understand what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; ranting about and some won't but it doesn't matter. But Love just isn't what it used to be. I mean people love a lot of things. But I don't think people really respect the word. It used to be a big powerful word. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I love my best friends, and my family and my dog. But guy wise... or boy friend wise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to be careful. Because I've made the mistake of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;loving&lt;/span&gt; the wrong person, and that didn't end well at all. And love should be something that is careful too. We shouldn't just love just to love. We need to love if we really do love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222975570399813378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SHu8m9g5XwI/AAAAAAAAAIE/TMfosylLacs/s320/z78186927.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Miss. Maddie**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-3528435668488752495?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/3528435668488752495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=3528435668488752495' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/3528435668488752495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/3528435668488752495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/07/ok-so-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SHu5eneB8XI/AAAAAAAAAHk/t-iK5Xd9Yco/s72-c/z53159901.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-6121648197689010846</id><published>2008-07-13T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T12:15:18.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK so I read all of you comments about my picture. And they all were very interesting. I had a few favorites... &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SHpS-4ZhtiI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ZkHlbxMI8i8/s1600-h/grr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222577958134330914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SHpS-4ZhtiI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ZkHlbxMI8i8/s320/grr.jpg" width="254" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250674567668427552" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onclick="" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250674567668427552" rel="nofollow"&gt;RAWR! [It's Aren!*] (:&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;I thought of two things. A slinky facing upwards, and a colorful mess. Hmm, I don't have a imaginative mind, do I now? &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onclick="" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/04067067266930998036" rel="nofollow"&gt;Skippy&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;It's looks like I'm looking threw the eyes of someone who really needs glasses, and is looking at pretty flowers. Strange...I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389659302616500993" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onclick="" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389659302616500993" rel="nofollow"&gt;Aiharaex35&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;I see a black and white bird. But then it's suffocating by all the colors... Yeah, I have a violent mind. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the one I also thought or was close to what I thought was... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onclick="" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/04608921548081700497" rel="nofollow"&gt;~*Live2Love2Laugh*~&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;this pic makes me think of what love and the heart looks like. all mixed up with &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SHpTOKRoa4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Jwjmo4VzbYo/s1600-h/text_150.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222578220631092098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SHpTOKRoa4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Jwjmo4VzbYo/s320/text_150.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;different feelings and memories. cuz i thought it was shaped a little like a heart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm sure your wondering why I did this. It was to prove that some people are strange with what they think. Ha Ha I'm just kidding. No... It was to show that some people do think in the same way. Or have some of the similar thoughts. I've seen a lot of blogs. Some of them the rant or just talk. And I've noticed that a lot of people talk about the same things. And they same some of the same things. I just think it's interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Miss. Maddie** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Don't mind the random pictures)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-6121648197689010846?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/6121648197689010846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=6121648197689010846' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/6121648197689010846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/6121648197689010846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/07/ok-so-i-read-all-of-you-comments-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SHpS-4ZhtiI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ZkHlbxMI8i8/s72-c/grr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-4657976503056167303</id><published>2008-07-11T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T19:04:54.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;OK so I want to play a game... I'm going to post an image. I would like you to leave a comment about the first thing that you thought when you saw it. Now when you leave the comment try not to read others till you have left your own. Now I'll do the second part later... but here's the image for this week.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221942093535585378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="332" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SHgQqsLZJGI/AAAAAAAAAHE/m9GQRh9HndI/s320/Going%2520Crazy%2520(web).jpg" width="317" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;**Miss. Maddie**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-4657976503056167303?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/4657976503056167303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=4657976503056167303' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/4657976503056167303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/4657976503056167303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/07/ok-so-i-want-to-play-game.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SHgQqsLZJGI/AAAAAAAAAHE/m9GQRh9HndI/s72-c/Going%2520Crazy%2520(web).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-7807165652263246033</id><published>2008-07-10T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T11:43:36.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Some one once told me that you can't plan more then an hour into your life, most likely it won't happen. I made this mistake... I'm only 14. I'm already planning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;college&lt;/span&gt; and who I'm going to marry and stuff that I don't need to plan now. I haven't even started high school yet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life is just a confusing mess... It's not like a puzzle you can solve. People say it is. But it isn't. Life is more like a broken glass jar. The millions of sharp glass pieces that if you even make one wrong move, It'll hurt. But you can't put the million of pieces together. Because if you even tried you'd be more worried about what goes were when. And what piece to put next. Instead of focusing on the piece you already have in your hand.&lt;br /&gt;  Most of the plans in my life have not gone through. I planned many small things... and they still didn't go through. At the moment I need to focus and plan for now. Not tomorrow... or the next day... and not even the next day. Just now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-7807165652263246033?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/7807165652263246033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=7807165652263246033' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/7807165652263246033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/7807165652263246033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/07/some-one-once-told-me-that-you-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-337266340811237199</id><published>2008-07-05T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T13:07:40.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Check out this video. Come on check it out!! It's great. It's so true, it's sad that it's true but it is. Watch the whole thing or it will make no sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=42E2fAWM6rA"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=42E2fAWM6rA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Miss. Maddie**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-337266340811237199?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/337266340811237199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=337266340811237199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/337266340811237199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/337266340811237199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/07/check-out-this-video.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-4445577220024151175</id><published>2008-07-02T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:20:51.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short and to the point</title><content type='html'>Over reacting... how I loath those words. I have friends who constantly say... over re-acting this... over re-acting that. And I'm not a dramatic person!! The way I see it no one can over re-act or "under" re-act. Everyone looks at a situation their own way. Just because some one doesn't see it how you see it or do things in a different way, does not mean they're over reacting! No one reacts the same way to a situation so how is their a right or a wrong way to react?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Miss. Maddie**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-4445577220024151175?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/4445577220024151175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=4445577220024151175' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/4445577220024151175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/4445577220024151175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/07/short-and-to-point.html' title='Short and to the point'/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-1150005309535572573</id><published>2008-06-30T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T12:43:27.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well... heart broken... I have just had my heart torn, stabbed, set fire too, drowned, and any other form of torture. Because what i am going through is touchier, so to express my pain I wrote a poem, well sorta a poem... it's almost like just thoughts written down. It's the only way I can move on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sitting here in the dark wondering why you became fake. Wondering what happened to everything we had. Did you really love me, because now it feels like you don't. You were my everything, my only, my support beam. Now in a flash you take it all away. All because of something so stupid. Maybe before you start to point the finger, you look in the mirror your self. Stop judging me, stop making pointing out my flaws, stop making it seem like your the better person. Find some one else. Because now I'm nothing. Just like a piece of broken glass. But like the broken piece of glass I can find sunlight. I can find a new way. I can move on... and I will.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;**Miss. Maddie**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-1150005309535572573?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/1150005309535572573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=1150005309535572573' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/1150005309535572573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/1150005309535572573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/06/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-6505199767381217645</id><published>2008-06-28T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T16:36:21.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SGbHo9uHu7I/AAAAAAAAAF4/LnWeauvW1Kk/s1600-h/wall-e_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217076724932000690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SGbHo9uHu7I/AAAAAAAAAF4/LnWeauvW1Kk/s320/wall-e_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK so today I got the pleasure to see WALL-E!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt; I'm sucker for those cute little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kiddy&lt;/span&gt; movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so cute! They didn't talk much in the movie but it still was so cute. Wall-e was so curious and you could really feel his emotions even though he's a robot. It's a great movie and if you get the chance to see it defiantly do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK so Instant Star has finally ended. Yes... I am a Instant Star freak... But the final season has ended! I'm so very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bumbed&lt;/span&gt; for many reasons too. I still don't understand why she left Tommy behind. And what in the world is going &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SGbJApNdatI/AAAAAAAAAGA/CxKcrjjm_aQ/s1600-h/wall-e-20071115040554477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217078231254788818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SGbJApNdatI/AAAAAAAAAGA/CxKcrjjm_aQ/s320/wall-e-20071115040554477.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to happen with Sadie and Quest!! I wasn't very happy with how the season ended. I was rather upset. But at least &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Degrassi&lt;/span&gt; is going to start again in like two weeks. I'm just wondering if this too is the final season. Because they're all graduating... and I don't think they'll all go to the same college so it's not like they're going to follow them around at college... It's just all so confusing and upsetting... But this new show called Queen Bee's looks interesting. Then again if i wanted to go and watch a bunch of girls cat fight I'd go to the mall, or better yet High School.  But I think I'd like it better if i could watch in my Pj's. But I can't judge the show just by the commercials I have to actually watch the show. But I'll &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; get hooked. I accidentally did that with Beauty and the Geek which is an awesome show!! I happen to enjoy it a lot! But all this is only my opinion. I do watch a ton of show and movies... but I like movies better! That's why I'm dying to see Wanted because I also do love Angelina!! Tomb Raider kicks @$$!! But she was also great in Mr and Mrs Smith. That movie is great... OK well I think I have babbled enough...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Miss. Maddie**&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/6944160746034847171-6505199767381217645?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/6505199767381217645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=6505199767381217645' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/6505199767381217645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/6505199767381217645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/06/ok-so-today-i-got-pleasure-to-see-wall.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SGbHo9uHu7I/AAAAAAAAAF4/LnWeauvW1Kk/s72-c/wall-e_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-7131289782208458874</id><published>2008-06-26T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T12:38:06.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK so I've written this poem... I'm some what good at writing but you can be the judge of this one. Please tell me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is all that goes through my head,&lt;br /&gt;Why this pain hurts so much.&lt;br /&gt;Why I trusted,&lt;br /&gt;Why I loved,&lt;br /&gt;Why…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is all that goes through my head,&lt;br /&gt;Why this pain hurts so much,&lt;br /&gt;Why I gave you my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Why you ripped it into pieces,&lt;br /&gt;Why…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is all that goes through my head,&lt;br /&gt;Why this pain hurts so much,&lt;br /&gt;Why I thought you were my world,&lt;br /&gt;Why I thought you were my other half,&lt;br /&gt;Why…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is all that goes through my head,&lt;br /&gt;Why this pain hurts so much,&lt;br /&gt;Why you replaced me,&lt;br /&gt;Why you never called,&lt;br /&gt;Why you were never there,&lt;br /&gt;Why you were gone,&lt;br /&gt;Why I felt like my world was falling,&lt;br /&gt;Why I believed the lies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Miss. Maddie**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-7131289782208458874?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/7131289782208458874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=7131289782208458874' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/7131289782208458874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/7131289782208458874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/06/ok-so-ive-written-this-poem.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-4698742545174418509</id><published>2008-06-25T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:32:06.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; I'VE BEEN TAGGED!!&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:- Link the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://elliencompany.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://elliencompany.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;- Mention the rules in your blog. (Done)&lt;br /&gt;- Tell about 6 funky quirks of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm a night owl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate when my food touches on my plate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hate hot dogs and chocolate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wear boys board shorts when i swim...(and a cute top!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love salsa on my eggs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I rock at Gears of War even though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a girl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Tag 6 following &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; by linking them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://shirleyvalverde.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://shirleyvalverde.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://rachelspictureperfect.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://rachelspictureperfect.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://canyousayfashion.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://canyousayfashion.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblogbyaaron.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://theblogbyaaron.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://blairebear-bookworm.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://blairebear-bookworm.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://itsaveryaudworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://itsaveryaudworld.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;- Leave a comment on each of the tagged &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;' blogs letting them know they've been tagged and telling them to go to your blog for the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK now that took FOR EVER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Miss. Maddie**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-4698742545174418509?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/4698742545174418509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=4698742545174418509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/4698742545174418509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/4698742545174418509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/06/omg-ive-been-tagged-here-are-rules-link.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-7759411844312978657</id><published>2008-06-24T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T10:00:23.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;OK... I'm going to be honest... I don't care if you disagree but this is how I see things. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've noticed lately on TV and other surrounding that no wonder guys are such "hound dogs". Girls now a days put everything out for them to see. I was at church camp.... CHURCH CAMP!! And there still were some girls walking around in shorts that could count as underwear and tank tops that look like they were made for a toddler. I think there are some things defiantly wrong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why do girls do these things. Is it out of acceptance? Do they think guys will want them more? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But if you met a guy you really liked, and liked you back. Wouldn't you want him to like you back for you and not your body or what you put out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See guys are not as smart as we sometimes give them credit for. If they see you half naked, them want to see the other half. They don't care about the girls inside the body... he just wants the body. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Girls today have no respect for themselves. And some people you read this are going to disagree and think I'm a horrible person but I DON'T CARE! Girls need their respect back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For example... I have a friend... She puts everything out, wears the tight clothes and what not. She also dates like everyone who crosses her path. But one day she came to me and we had a interesting conversation....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Maddie...I'm so upset"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Why? What's going on?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"I don't get why guys don't want to talk... Why they just want to do things that I'm not comfortable with..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well... Maybe if you didn't show off your body so much maybe you'll find a guy who really wants you for you..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now this friend of mine is not that smart... she makes a lot of stupid decisions that get her in trouble. But it's her life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"What?? How will that help... How I dress and how I act is how I attract guys"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Well... then I don't know what to tell you"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My friend would rather be treated like a piece of meat them be treated like a normal person. How sad... or how she thinks the only way to attract guys is by dressing like a slut.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now I'm not saying every guy is a pig, I'm not saying that every girls dresses like a slut, I'm not pointing fingers, All I'm doing is stating what I believe and think.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;**Miss. Maddie**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-7759411844312978657?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/7759411844312978657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=7759411844312978657' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/7759411844312978657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/7759411844312978657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/06/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-3823464664132470698</id><published>2008-06-23T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T10:41:48.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SF_d_Dg47gI/AAAAAAAAAEs/N-dHgRKwtOc/s1600-h/MADDIE%27S+CAMP.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215130968863075842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SF_d_Dg47gI/AAAAAAAAAEs/N-dHgRKwtOc/s320/MADDIE%27S+CAMP.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'M BACK!!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt; yes I am back... I am bruised, cut, and so completely tiered! I'm rather surprised I can even type!! Camp was amazing it was so much fun! If only i could give a play by play... but i won't because well we'd be here for a long time. Now i don't have that many pictures yet but soon i will have a video up of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CIY&lt;/span&gt; trip. But here are just a few pictures of me and my friends. In the picture on the right and left is,(left to right), Bryce, me, Mallory, and Kelly. These girls are some of the best est friends any one could ask for! We had so much fun together and we got to be in a dorm together! It was way too much fun! We all are just out going and crazy! Plus none of us don't care what people think of us, so we all have wild times.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SF_dCoDiqLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/XyH2rG1kZRM/s1600-h/6_15_08_CIY_Day_One_Sunday_026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215129930700073138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SF_dCoDiqLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/XyH2rG1kZRM/s320/6_15_08_CIY_Day_One_Sunday_026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SF_ed8cEWyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/eTvHYja8d1s/s1600-h/6_15_08_CIY_Day_One_Sunday_073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215131499539749666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SF_ed8cEWyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/eTvHYja8d1s/s320/6_15_08_CIY_Day_One_Sunday_073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now these girls are in my i-group! We did this game called CAMPUS COMMANDO!! It was an interesting game... it was fun! These girls are a lot of fun and they all are so different! By the way if you're wondering Campus Commando is just this scavenger hunt sort of thing... we did not run around the campus commando!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Miss. Maddie**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-3823464664132470698?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/3823464664132470698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=3823464664132470698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/3823464664132470698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/3823464664132470698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-back-lol-yes-i-am-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SF_d_Dg47gI/AAAAAAAAAEs/N-dHgRKwtOc/s72-c/MADDIE%27S+CAMP.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-8398833246197654615</id><published>2008-06-14T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T18:55:38.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puzzled...</title><content type='html'>OK... this is my last post... till I get back from camp... But I was blog surfing...(reading and looking at others blogs)... and I ran by some one who said that they were a dork or a geek because they like to learn. I wasn't quite sure why this bugged me so much. But after i thought about it a moment I had a response to that. No one in the world is a geek or dork because they like to learn. Everyone learns every day. Now not every one likes to learn certain things but those people still like to learn other things. Like for example... I hate learning how to clean... Blah it's horrible... But I like to learn how to cook and how to make new things. But some people like to learn in school and some don't. That doesn't mean they're a dork or geek. And so what if they're good in school. Every one does good in school at something. If it's p.e. it's p.e. if it's math ot's math!! It doesn't matter. They're still good at it and like to learn about it. No one is ever a geek, nerd, dork, or know-it-all... Every one is who they are. And they only name any one should call any one else is the name their parents gave them. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Miss. Maddie**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-8398833246197654615?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/8398833246197654615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=8398833246197654615' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/8398833246197654615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/8398833246197654615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/06/puzzled.html' title='Puzzled...'/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-5467069529095427882</id><published>2008-06-12T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T18:28:49.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SFHKhe7U5sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DGfe7WQOElg/s1600-h/IMG_1788+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211168920430765762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SFHKhe7U5sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DGfe7WQOElg/s320/IMG_1788+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OK so as you can tell I changed my hair... lol... I got red and Blond highlights. I am still a brunette... just underneath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so camp is going to start in 3 days! I'm so excited!! I also get to bunk with a few of my friends which will be very exciting. Camp last year was loads of fun. Me and my friends caused chaos and many issues. But it was so much fun. I even have a scare on my arm to prove it from last year. When i got in a fight with a tree. Well... sadly the tree won... lol... But bitter sweetly it's a week. Which means that i have lots of time to  &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SFHLy85CBRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/HOMFi7IYC_w/s1600-h/IMG_1789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211170320043607314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SFHLy85CBRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/HOMFi7IYC_w/s320/IMG_1789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have fun and cause a loads of wreckage and chaos! But I won't be able to talk to some of my best est friends in the world for a week. Which i can barley go a day with out talking to some of them. So this week of camp is going to challenge me in many ways...&lt;br /&gt;At camp we're also going to do tons of awesome things! Like white water rafting and rock climbing. Not including all the games and late night pillow fights. I just can't wait!! It's going to be way to much fun. But since I am going to be gone for a week... means that i won't be able to up date my blog for a week. But I'm sure you all will live. And of course I will give a whole debrief on my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Miss.Maddie**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-5467069529095427882?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/5467069529095427882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=5467069529095427882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/5467069529095427882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/5467069529095427882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/06/ok-so-as-you-can-tell-i-changed-my-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SFHKhe7U5sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DGfe7WQOElg/s72-c/IMG_1788+(3).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-8336458114424024116</id><published>2008-06-10T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T10:17:34.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow the past few days have been rather exciting. Many things have happened. I got my ear pierced, it's a little stud at the top. And we had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zach's&lt;/span&gt; surprise party! The party was great! His reaction alone was better then the whole day combined. For his birthday I got him the Devil Wears &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Prada&lt;/span&gt; movie. He loved it! We all had so much fun and I hope that we can all get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt; again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Miss. Maddie**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-8336458114424024116?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/8336458114424024116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=8336458114424024116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/8336458114424024116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/8336458114424024116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/06/wow-past-few-days-have-been-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-2966594209095163934</id><published>2008-06-05T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T20:45:22.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Omg crazy day! Well to start off... Me and my dad went out today and bought a volleyball net for the pool. It's so cool!! It took forever to put up but it's SO worth it! Me and my family played for hours! I can't wait for my friends to come and play and we can have tournaments! Muh ha ha!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also had a volley ball game tonight. We lost... but I really don't care... I'm more in the league to practice my skills then to win. And besides that's what the whole league is about. There are some awesome girls on my team. I've already made friends with a few of them I didn't know to start off with. My team is really fun and we all like to joke around with each other. We have a lot of fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;**Miss.Maddie**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-2966594209095163934?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/2966594209095163934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=2966594209095163934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/2966594209095163934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/2966594209095163934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/06/omg-crazy-day-well-to-start-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-6118533886959194724</id><published>2008-06-03T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T12:01:48.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;OK so yesterday was my friend Zach's birthday. So me, Zach and Aaron went to see Indiana Jones. It was good, but i had already seen the movie. But i liked it better the second times because i knew when not to look. But it was fun we went to Starbucks, the greatest place in the world. Then we bought candy and brought it to the theater. Ha ha the movie people are so dumb. Zach had gotten a box of gobstoppers and they made a lot of noise in my backpack. So i would walk right by them.... "clunk...clunk...clunk..." and they didn't even say a word... it was really funny. We also played some of the games at the theature. And omg Aaron is great at that dancing game... i don't know what it's called but he was so funny. We were going to play against each other but it didn't let us. So he just played. And Zach was playing the Indiana Jones pin ball and he had set his drink on the racecasr seat next to the game. And Aaron being Aaron accidently sat on it because he didn't see Zach put it there. Aaron didn't didn't distroy the cup or anything... but amazingly he only spilled a little bit. It was really funny. Aaron was just happy that he didn't get any on his pants. Plus during the movie we all shared this BIG bag of Skittles and i bent over to share some to Zach and Aaron pulled up his arm for some reason... i don't really know why. But Aaron hit the bag with his arm and Skittles went flying every were!! It was so funny we all were trying not to laugh but you know when you try not to it just becomes harder. It was a lot of fun and i hope they both had as much fun as i did. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel like crap! My stomach is all screwed up and i swear AARON IF YOU GOT ME SICK I WILL KILL YOU!! Aaron the past few days has been throwing up and just being sick. And i just got done being sick. So i better not be getting sick again!!! Lol &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;**Miss. Maddie**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-6118533886959194724?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/6118533886959194724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=6118533886959194724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/6118533886959194724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/6118533886959194724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/06/ok-so-yesterday-was-my-friend-zachs.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-8253134880060056574</id><published>2008-06-02T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T14:26:31.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Whats up! Well summer is well summer. Nothing much has been going on. Well last night i had Velocity. It's the high school youth groups. it was fun, we had worship and me and my friends danced around like dorks. I also have church camp coming up, it's going to be tons of fun!!!! It was a little expensive, OK well very expensive. It was $475... not including new clothes and spending money. My mom didn't like the price to much.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've also started volleyball. I play for the city and well the city isn't competitive at all. The only reason they keep score in a game is to see when the game is over. It's a lot of fun though.  Plus 3 other girls on my summer team were on the school volleyball team with me! It was really great to see they we would be playing together again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;**Miss. Maddie**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-8253134880060056574?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/8253134880060056574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=8253134880060056574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/8253134880060056574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/8253134880060056574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/06/whats-up-well-summer-is-well-summer.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-4875294754959159280</id><published>2008-06-01T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T21:23:46.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey it's me, I've decided that I'm going to start a new thing. I have tons and tons and tons of friends. And each week I'm going to post about one of them. I'll give all the information i want about them and about why they're so awesome. Because you have to be awesome for me to want to talk about you. Ha ha I'm just kidding. I'll also talk about my family and other adults in my life. It's just another way all of my friends and family can learn more about me.&lt;br /&gt;**Miss. Maddie**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-4875294754959159280?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/4875294754959159280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=4875294754959159280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/4875294754959159280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/4875294754959159280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/06/hey-its-me-ive-decided-that-im-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-1321223370703940033</id><published>2008-05-28T17:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T08:21:45.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Summer is here! Thank gosh! I'm officially a freshmen!! So long elementry school, hello high school!! I'm so excited for the summer to begin. I have so many things planned! I can't wait for church camp and to hang out with my friends. Yes, Aaron I can't wait to hang out. Well that's all i have so far. Over the summer I will write all my summer adventures. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;**Miss. Maddie**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-1321223370703940033?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/1321223370703940033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=1321223370703940033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/1321223370703940033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/1321223370703940033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/05/summer-is-here-thank-gosh-im-officially.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-4836489052419002506</id><published>2008-05-21T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T08:14:13.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Like Oh my goodness!! I'm going to be a freshman tomorrow!! I'm so excited! High school is going to be hard, but fun! I can't wait to start sports and get involved in clubs. Plus I can't wait to go to school with all my old friends again. I've missed them so! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Plus my mom is having a little party after my promotion. It's going to be fun! All my family is going and I hope Aaron will get to go. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so nervous about tomorrow. I have to sing my solo in front of everyone. All my friends, family, oh gosh... how will I manage!! Lol I'm sure I'll live. But I am nervous. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love your,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;**Miss. Maddie**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-4836489052419002506?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/4836489052419002506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=4836489052419002506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/4836489052419002506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/4836489052419002506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/05/like-oh-my-goodness-im-going-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-6527856221452521239</id><published>2008-05-17T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T12:57:39.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey! Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ive&lt;/span&gt; just added to pictures to my blog. Some are form the 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; grade promotion dance and some are from school. All of them are of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;aw some&lt;/span&gt; friends who I could not live with out. I want to thank them for helping me when I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;needed&lt;/span&gt; it and helping me even when I didn't deserve it. My 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; grade friends I will remember and cherish forever!! Thank you so much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Moodles&lt;/span&gt;**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-6527856221452521239?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/6527856221452521239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=6527856221452521239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/6527856221452521239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/6527856221452521239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey-well-ive-just-added-to-pictures-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-2972761360221497091</id><published>2008-03-11T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T19:57:02.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey it's me... well of course it's me it's my blog!! He he just messing!! Well today was... fun I guess. Well I talked to Corey on the phone last night for like an hour and an a half. It was rather interesting, well since I've told him that I liked him it's been... weird. Well he just hints to it a lot and I'm not sure if he's testing me but it seems like it and he always asks me weird questions. Like one was what I like about him, or how I started to like him. I totally avoided that question and moved right on!! I so didn't want to answer that question is was weird enough with out adding to the mixture!! But who knows what will happen between us... I hope we'll be more than friends someday... but I don't know. I can only hope!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;**Moodles**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-2972761360221497091?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/2972761360221497091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=2972761360221497091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/2972761360221497091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/2972761360221497091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/03/hey-its-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-13713296843956819</id><published>2008-03-10T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T13:21:02.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know... I know I've fall off the face of the earth. But I'm back!! And o' boy have the past couple of months been interesting. Well for short summery I had two friends come out, I told my best friend I liked him A LOT, my Aunt had her baby, I've lost two of my closest friends, I became popular, and my soccer team won the championships. I've had a lot on my mind. Well we can start with the first one. My two best friends-both guys- came out to me. Now they did it at different times, I think about two months apart. I really don't care because they're great friends and they will always be there for me. OK now for number two, well my best friend since like 6Th grade I've kept my crush from him and I never told him. but for some reason I told him. Now it's kinda weird between us and it's not the same. I sometimes wish I didn't tell him. All right now for three, my Aunt had her baby!! She's so precious!! Her name's Zoe and she is so tiny and cute. My Aunt is so happy!! I get to see her soon... July 7Th I believe. O great now four, well I lost two friends. Well both were not helping me wt all. One was just a plain B****!! So I had to let her go. And the other just plain lied to my face about so much stuff and I got so sick of it i just told that person I'm done and  I don't want to be around that person any more. OK now five I like! Well I became friends with the right people and now I know like the whole eighth grade!! It's not as fun as it sounds though. You have to balance out your time between every one. It's hard to do but I manage as best as I can. OK now for six, my soccer team won the district championships. It was so much fun. Defiantly the best coach and team I've ever had. I miss my soccer girls we had so much fun!! Well that's my past couple of months and I'll keep on this better!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;**Moodles**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-13713296843956819?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/13713296843956819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=13713296843956819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/13713296843956819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/13713296843956819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-5254996237058189056</id><published>2007-12-16T18:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T18:47:17.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out my SkinFlix!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-33.slide.com/widgets/sf.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=432345564254012723&amp;amp;site=widget-33.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:356px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=432345564254012723&amp;amp;map=C" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-33.slide.com/q1/432345564254012723/bb_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide8.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=432345564254012723&amp;amp;map=D" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-33.slide.com/q2/432345564254012723/bb_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide7.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6944160746034847171-5254996237058189056?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/5254996237058189056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=5254996237058189056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/5254996237058189056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/5254996237058189056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2007/12/check-out-my-skinflix_16.html' title='Check out my SkinFlix!'/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-5126400406975584023</id><published>2007-12-04T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T21:00:48.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey it's me... I'm stating a new thing were every couple of days &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; add a new music video of a song that has meant something to me in one way or another... You don't have to listen to them but i find them rather good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Maddie**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-5126400406975584023?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/5126400406975584023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=5126400406975584023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/5126400406975584023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/5126400406975584023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2007/12/hey-its-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-5270844682724590547</id><published>2007-12-04T20:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T20:58:36.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out my SkinFlix!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-65.slide.com/widgets/sf.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=432345564253717861&amp;amp;site=widget-65.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:356px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=432345564253717861&amp;amp;map=C" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-65.slide.com/q1/432345564253717861/bb_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide8.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=432345564253717861&amp;amp;map=D" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-65.slide.com/q2/432345564253717861/bb_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide7.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6944160746034847171-5270844682724590547?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/5270844682724590547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=5270844682724590547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/5270844682724590547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/5270844682724590547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2007/12/check-out-my-skinflix_04.html' title='Check out my SkinFlix!'/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-1708717572722956919</id><published>2007-12-03T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T19:21:48.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I've been playing soccer for a very good school team. We just made the playoffs which I'm very exited about. I've been on many soccer teams but I've never been so close to actually winning the whole thing. It's so much fun....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-1708717572722956919?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/1708717572722956919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=1708717572722956919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/1708717572722956919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/1708717572722956919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-ive-been-playing-soccer-for-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-7881802361466673546</id><published>2007-12-01T22:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T22:06:51.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out my SkinFlix!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-24.slide.com/widgets/sf.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=432345564253629732&amp;amp;site=widget-24.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:356px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=432345564253629732&amp;amp;map=C" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-24.slide.com/q1/432345564253629732/bb_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide8.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=432345564253629732&amp;amp;map=D" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-24.slide.com/q2/432345564253629732/bb_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide7.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6944160746034847171-7881802361466673546?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/7881802361466673546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=7881802361466673546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/7881802361466673546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/7881802361466673546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2007/12/check-out-my-skinflix.html' title='Check out my SkinFlix!'/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-6840518732691610847</id><published>2007-12-01T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T21:58:54.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a friend who writes poetry... I love her to bits and pieces... I want to share some of her fabulous work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: My heart told me to write to you&lt;br /&gt;Today, in this noisy ballroom,&lt;br /&gt;Where I’ve been at every Friday&lt;br /&gt;Since as long as I can remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes searched for yours&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of my family and friends,&lt;br /&gt;Who know you better than I do,&lt;br /&gt;But tell me nothing&lt;br /&gt;Of the things I already know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lips are too silky and pale&lt;br /&gt;Without gloss and things&lt;br /&gt;That would make them glow&lt;br /&gt;Bright red like today yours are not either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nose is empty&lt;br /&gt;And without a beautiful fragrance&lt;br /&gt;Such as the one that surrounds you&lt;br /&gt;Over there, too far away&lt;br /&gt;From me and my searching nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart, my eyes&lt;br /&gt;My lips, my nose&lt;br /&gt;All yearn for the&lt;br /&gt;Heart, eyes, lips, and nose&lt;br /&gt;Of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: Kiss me or don’t kiss me-&lt;br /&gt;I do not care&lt;br /&gt;As long as you are here&lt;br /&gt;And not there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your warm lips&lt;br /&gt;Lingers on mine&lt;br /&gt;But, I do not miss them as much&lt;br /&gt;When I know they’re against her skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend I love your poetry and will cherish it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Maddie**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-6840518732691610847?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/6840518732691610847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=6840518732691610847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/6840518732691610847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/6840518732691610847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-have-friend-who-writes-poetry.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-3562572009003957733</id><published>2007-10-28T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T19:29:01.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/RyU-NvmQQYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HeAZXKYkVt4/s1600-h/rhtoiear.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126572156667314562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/RyU-NvmQQYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HeAZXKYkVt4/s320/rhtoiear.bmp" width="4" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello, Yesterday was so much fun!! I went laser tagging with my church! It was so much fun!!We went to Stratum laser tag arena, in Arizona. It's the largest laser tag arena in the United states!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126576258361082274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/RyVB8fmQQaI/AAAAAAAAABM/AZLWmCQFhwA/s320/rhtoiear.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went with all my friends, we had a blast! They had an arcade, and a photo booth!! There was the one arcade game. It was the Adam's family generator. I &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/RyVBgfmQQZI/AAAAAAAAABE/0PQ4Yat7M2M/s1600-h/1181242188289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126575777324745106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="338" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/RyVBgfmQQZI/AAAAAAAAABE/0PQ4Yat7M2M/s320/1181242188289.jpg" width="147" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;had no clue what it was. It looked like an average arcade game, but it only had two metal posts, about arm length apart. So being my dumb self I just looked at the pictures to see what I was supposed to do. You can either go by your self holding each post with one hand. Or go with a partner, you two holding hands and one of your hands on the metal post. So I went with a friend, we held hands and grabbed the posts with curiosity. But some times curiosity bites you in the butt...HARD!! Now we stuck the coins in the machine, then three buttons started to flash. The was a dull, medium, and high. Now I hit medium because... I don't know why I just hit medium. Now on the top of this game was a picture of Uncle Fester with a light bulb in his mouth. Now you'd think that my "intelligent" self would stop and think for a moment why he had a light bulb in his mouth... but I didn't. So me and my friend are standing there holding hands and have one hand on each of the post. Then all of the sudden the metal post started to vibrate!! It was vibrating so hard I couldn't feel my hand, or even let go of the post. So I had figured out what this game was for. You scare the crap out of you!!!! They all know that no one's going to stand there and read the directions before they play the game. The game lasted for awhile... but as you keep going the post would go faster and faster. Once the game was over, we got to let go. I fell on the floor because it had shocked me so bad. I was laughing my butt off. It was so funny!! I had lost total control over my hand!! But now seeing that we did this hilarious game we went and read the description of the game. It had said things like pregnant women shouldn't play, or people who have serious health disorders. The total description was "help uncle Fester fix the family generator...bla bla bla... this game with shock your hands... bla bla..!" But if I had read the description of the game, chances are that I wouldn't have played it. I'm one of those people that do very many things, because I'm just scarred or something. But this game was so much fun! Now I didn't do it again after words, I had regained the feeling back to my hand...I wasn't going to loose it again. After that we played many games of laser tag, and I got 3rd place twice, 6Th, and 7Th. But every time my team won, so it really didn't matter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had such a great time and I hope my church does something like that again. I'll go play that game again, but this time on HIGH!!!! Ha, Ha, Ha I'm such a daredevil!!! Just kidding!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Maddie**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-3562572009003957733?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/3562572009003957733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=3562572009003957733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/3562572009003957733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/3562572009003957733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2007/10/hello-yesterday-was-so-much-fun-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/RyU-NvmQQYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HeAZXKYkVt4/s72-c/rhtoiear.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-1744973455528883556</id><published>2007-10-25T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T18:07:10.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, i know it's been awhile  since my last post. But I'm terribly sorry!!! I have tons of great news!! First my Awesome aunt Lesa is having a little girl. She's going to name her Zoey. How cute is that!! Zoey is such a cute little baby name!! I can't wait to meet her... although I might want to wait until she's born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got all A's and one B on my report card. Which means I get unlimited texting!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I worked so hard to get those grades. My brain kinda hurts from all the information I shoved into it. But I'll live since now I get unlimited texting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Maddie**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-1744973455528883556?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/1744973455528883556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=1744973455528883556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/1744973455528883556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/1744973455528883556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2007/10/hey-i-know-its-been-awhile-since-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-7130101809842368633</id><published>2007-10-09T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T18:11:26.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A tribute to my best friend and hero!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/RwxS3gh5MfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IcY85kREd8Q/s1600-h/ku9y.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119557989991789042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="287" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/RwxS3gh5MfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IcY85kREd8Q/s320/ku9y.jpg" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's Tuesday night, which means it's church night! I love my church it means a lot to me!! I get to be with my Buddie Corey who is totally AWESOME!! He's my brother... not my real brother I just call him brother. We're so close, I can tell him anything in the world and he'll listen. Even when I'm talking about absolutely nothing! He means so much to me, I have no clue what I would do with out him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I have another best Buddie. He so awesome!! We met at church summer camp of &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/RwxRTAh5MeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/C5zKBubAdRc/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119556263414936034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/RwxRTAh5MeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/C5zKBubAdRc/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'07. He was there when I needed some one the most!! He has been there for me ever since!! He always knows how to cheer me up and is the biggest jokester. If I didn't meet him, I would have a VERY boring church life. He always has something funny to say!! And he always makes me smile!! He is my bestest Buddie in the whole wide world!! He is my besty!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all my friends and my besty!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Maddie**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-7130101809842368633?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/7130101809842368633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=7130101809842368633' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/7130101809842368633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/7130101809842368633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2007/10/tribute-to-my-best-friend-and-hero.html' title='A tribute to my best friend and hero!!'/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/RwxS3gh5MfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IcY85kREd8Q/s72-c/ku9y.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-1046032492690718873</id><published>2007-10-08T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T20:01:12.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Today has been a crazy day... my mom works for a company called Close to my Heart.&lt;br /&gt;It's a company that sells stamps paper and other weird crap. She'd been making this really cute layout for the head of the company. Every year they have a convention were all these people get together and use the new products and...any thing else that's new. Well the layout that she created and worked very hard on, was on the advertisement for the convention. She started to freak out!!! She was jumping around and going CRAZY!!! That was probably the most interesting thing of my day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Maddie**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-1046032492690718873?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/1046032492690718873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=1046032492690718873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/1046032492690718873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/1046032492690718873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2007/10/october-8th-2007.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss. Maddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115252056966511805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFgFkrZ0--E/SiRxYVrcPLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sP1smZpoBgU/S220/1184219393-585-0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944160746034847171.post-8342723694472835652</id><published>2007-10-07T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T20:01:25.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is a special day. It's my very first blog!!&lt;br /&gt;It's a Sunday, and I'm very bored. My mom started talking about blogs.&lt;br /&gt;It sounded rather interesting...so I started one. This blog will hold my feelings, thoughts, and any other weird thing about my life. This is the end of my first blog...because I don't know what else to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Maddie**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6944160746034847171-8342723694472835652?l=moodles93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/feeds/8342723694472835652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6944160746034847171&amp;postID=8342723694472835652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/8342723694472835652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6944160746034847171/posts/default/8342723694472835652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodles93.blogspot.com/2007/10/october-7th-2007.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss. 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