<?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-9649061</id><updated>2012-04-15T17:16:51.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Complicated Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://difficultone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://difficultone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02217171508902114472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9649061.post-117604969548461672</id><published>2007-04-08T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T09:28:15.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>intresting game</title><content type='html'>try this game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.human-age.com/"&gt;http://www.human-age.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have to register, game takes u through history&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9649061-117604969548461672?l=difficultone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/117604969548461672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/117604969548461672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://difficultone.blogspot.com/2007/04/intresting-game.html' title='intresting game'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02217171508902114472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9649061.post-115663779107085014</id><published>2006-08-26T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T17:16:31.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Myspace</title><content type='html'>Incase you haven't noticed, I haven't been around. I will now be posting on my myspace, so visit me there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9649061-115663779107085014?l=difficultone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/115663779107085014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/115663779107085014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://difficultone.blogspot.com/2006/08/myspace.html' title='Myspace'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02217171508902114472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9649061.post-113598806441774917</id><published>2005-12-30T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T16:14:24.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas! (belated, I know) I hope everyone had a good holiday.....mine was great. I wasn't really in the Christmas spirit this year until I helped with the final production of &lt;em&gt;J.R.s Christmas Carol &lt;/em&gt;at N.D.C.S. It was really an amazing performance, everyone did a wonderful job! (so happy to have been part of it). Our school really helps everyone with their faith all the time, especially at Christmas. I can be hard for some with all the excitement of the holiday to keep in mind who this holiday is all about, Christ, and glorifying Him. I will miss the old school alot, even more so around the holidays. Has everyone seen the burger king "ding fries are done" song on the web? It is so funny, just google the name it to find it (just be sure you find the clean one, I heard that their are some versions that aren't). By the way, &lt;em&gt;The Chronicles of Narnia&lt;/em&gt; was great! If you haven't seen it yet, see it now, it is amazing! I keep glancing over my shoulder at our new Christmas tree. We never get a real tree, so we have had an artificial tree from a long time ago for a while, but now we got a new one! It has a remote control that you can control the lights with. You can have colored lights, bright lights, or both. So Cool! (those were some random comments).  But Christmas is over, all the presents have been unrapped, all the cookies are gone (almost), but New Years Eve is tommorrow! It's been a great year hasn't it?....one of the best (for me anyway). 2006 is going to be crazy for me, but I hope it's even better than 2005. Happy New Year all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9649061-113598806441774917?l=difficultone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/113598806441774917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/113598806441774917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://difficultone.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas-and-happy-new-year.html' title='Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02217171508902114472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9649061.post-113336603106922809</id><published>2005-11-30T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T07:53:51.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Holiday Season</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day of November 2005.....I am sitting in the school computer lab right now, completely tired. December is going to be so busy for me! I am helping with the school play, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;J.R.'s Christmas Carol.&lt;/span&gt; I have to be at the long practices Monday, Wednsday, and Friday until we have the play in the middle of December. I am probably joining the girls basketball team so I got to go to their practices every Tuesday and Thursday (and sometimes extra practices are included). I have to help the Sunday School at church, and I can't go to all their events because I have the play practice and shows to go to. I have to do my Christmas shopping....but everyday is busy so I have to somehow fit that in. My birthday is coming up on December 9th......The same day that our entire school is going to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chonicles Of Narnia&lt;/span&gt;, the same day we have play practice till 6:00, and the same day a Christmas party is on. Whew, talk about crazy, I'll work it out. I'll have fun. I can't wait until Christmas, I love this time of year. Happy Holidays Everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9649061-113336603106922809?l=difficultone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/113336603106922809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/113336603106922809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://difficultone.blogspot.com/2005/11/busy-holiday-season.html' title='Busy Holiday Season'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02217171508902114472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9649061.post-113079989653465466</id><published>2005-10-31T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T15:04:56.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy halloween</title><content type='html'>Yes it's Halloween, a fun day many children look forward to. Yes, their are alot of kids that go really crazy on halloween night, but all in all, it's really about the costumes and candy. Who's got the best costume and who's got the most candy. For halloween, I have been a lot of things, a pumpkin, a cowgirl, a princess, a vampire, a witch, and a lot of other embarrassing things I won't tell you. I will tell you that I usually watch The Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown every halloween, it's always on. Then the next day, the kids usually bought some of their candy into school the next day. Good times, good times. Germantown has basically 2 roads that everyone goes down to go trick-or-treating on. One road has all the cute little Cinderella's, pirates, and all the little kids. The other road has all the mischief people wearing all the violent costumes. Even though the bad road had good candy, my folks made me stay away from it. I love all the scary legends like The Headless Horseman of Sleepy Hollow, scary stories that you grow up with. This Halloween, I will be staying home watching some scary movies and eating all the candy we brought for the trick-or-treaters (we never get any though, more candy for me!). Anyway, happy halloween, check this out! It's creepy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ebaumsworld.com/flash/ghosts.html"&gt;www.ebaumsworld.com/flash/ghosts.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9649061-113079989653465466?l=difficultone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/113079989653465466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/113079989653465466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://difficultone.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-halloween.html' title='happy halloween'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02217171508902114472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9649061.post-112950920739681405</id><published>2005-10-16T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T17:33:27.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Horror Movie Fan?</title><content type='html'>Some people are, some people aren't. I kind of am sometimes, but not to the extreme like some people. My parents tell me that the first thing I was scared of when I was really little was Charlie Chaplin.....I don't get it. I can't remember it, but they tell me that just the sight of him made me run out of the room. Go ahead and laugh, I'm laughing too. Maybe it was because he never spoke, he was always silent, maybe he reminded me of Hitler, I really have no idea. The first movie that I saw that I found to be scary (that I remember seeing) was "Jumangi", I was like 7 or 8. Still no idea why it scared me, It might have been the huge spiders. Now today, the word scary has been taken to a whole new level. THE HORROR! The movie "Saw" was really messed up, I saw it a couple of weeks ago. I don't recommend it, yes it did leave you hanging, but it was to weird. It could really make you scared and kind feeling sick. I saw the coming attraction for "Saw 2" today on TV, I will probably end up seeing it out of curiosity, but I probably will regret it. Stay away from stuff like that. Then their are those movies that you watch for the people in it. In my opinion, "Sleepy Hollow" would not have been half as good if it didn't star Johnny Depp. The House on the Haunted Hill remake I saw years ago, it was the first movie I saw that was violent scary, left you hanging. It was really creepy. Now "The Grudge" pretty much speaks for itself. I saw it months ago, again it left you on the edge of your seat. That's the key to a horror movie, it has to intrigue you, that will keep you watching. Without that, it's not a scary movie. But do you know what's better than a horror movie? A great comedy! I love romantic comedies...Elizabethtown looks really good. Those movies are the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9649061-112950920739681405?l=difficultone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/112950920739681405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/112950920739681405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://difficultone.blogspot.com/2005/10/horror-movie-fan.html' title='Horror Movie Fan?'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02217171508902114472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9649061.post-112785342135043098</id><published>2005-09-27T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T13:43:39.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's been going on?</title><content type='html'>Haven't posted in a while, bunches has been going on. My ipod was not working right, the scroll wheel was sticking so I had to send it in to get it fixed. Turns out I got a whole new ipod sent to me, so that rocks! Just got into the whole podcast thing, (Mr. G, your podcast is awesome! Can't wait till the next one). THEY ARE FREE, so I want to suscribe to a bunch, I'm still figuring out how they work. The N.D.C.S. Varsity Soccer Team is doing great, better than ever, I think J.V. is doing good too. Half the school is sick with either cold, cough, fever, and a few with the stomach bug. I had the cold and cough last week and I'm recovering from it (still feeling bad though, doc says I have very low blood pressure). I hate sickness, can't escape it! Half my house is sick, real bummer! Also a moose has been seen on our farm, some people are excited, but not me, haven't seen it yet.  School has been going okay, sometimes it's hard to keep up with the work. Being a teacher's aid is going good, the kids are all so sweet. I feel so bad when I go in there, because they are usually in the middle of something and they all run up to give me hugs (don't like to interupt them when they are learning, but they just are so happy to see me). Alright, that's the 411! Bye for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9649061-112785342135043098?l=difficultone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/112785342135043098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/112785342135043098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://difficultone.blogspot.com/2005/09/whats-been-going-on.html' title='What&apos;s been going on?'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02217171508902114472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9649061.post-112707851330934598</id><published>2005-09-18T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T14:23:18.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Days</title><content type='html'>School started about 2 weeks ago, I miss the summer days of fun and sleep. But school is going good so far.....finally finished my book reports (on time too)! Anyway, classes are going good. I'm taking Bible (we are reading Mere Christianity right now), Bible is always a great class because it answers alot of questions you have about religion. Rest of the classes are Consumer math, Government/Economics, English, Health, and computer. I'm still taking art and gym, they are required. I'm not taking Calculas or Physics, so I have a big gap in my scedule. We are not supposed to have study halls, so I they had to find something to keep me busy. They gave me a World History book with a schedule of when I had to have what done in it, but no one is teaching it, so I still had to do something during my free periods. They told me that I could be a teacher's aid in a class room and get a credit for it. I accepted and am now working in the 1st grade classroom for 2 or 3 periods a day in the morning. As for my computer life, my ma got a digital camera for her birthday so I might be able to get some more pics on my blog (once we get the camera working). I still am trying to get internet pics on it. I'm on alot, I try to update my away message with funny movie quotes I found on the web, so check it out sometimes. Until then....&lt;br /&gt;"Just follow your heart, that's what I always do." -Napolean Dynomite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9649061-112707851330934598?l=difficultone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/112707851330934598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/112707851330934598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://difficultone.blogspot.com/2005/09/school-days.html' title='School Days'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02217171508902114472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9649061.post-112534082059154551</id><published>2005-08-29T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T11:40:20.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Goals Completed</title><content type='html'>I can't believe summer is almost over. As for my summer goals, I completed some of them. Check back to the old post to see what goal each number stands for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Yes/No  I have the books, still not done reading yet.....but I got a couple more weeks until the reports are due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Yes. Seen all the Star Wars movies IN ORDER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  No. I still gotta take my permit test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) No. We were going to go to New York City, but we went to the Saratoga horse races instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) No. I plan on dying or highlighting my hair someday, hopefully before I graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Yes. I have read faith improving books, not completely, but I will since I am reading a religious book for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) No. But I have seen The Lord Of The Rings movies so many times before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) No. The closest I ever came to seeing Orlando Bloom was on The VMA's last night. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) No. I'm just not a runner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) No. I went up into the mountains to take Chase to camp, but no snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Yes. The first goal I completed.....rainy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) No. But I won some other contests that I remember entering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Yes. I worked with the preschoolers, I think everyone knows that by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) No. Europe would have been great though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) No. Very dissapointing, I only went swimming once in my friends pool, I live so close to Palentine Park Lake, but it's really discusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so much for summer goals huh? 5/15 I completed. Most of the goals were just jokes, accept for #'s 1,3,4,5,6,9, and 13. Oh well. Summer has been pretty good all in all. It's been great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9649061-112534082059154551?l=difficultone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/112534082059154551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/112534082059154551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://difficultone.blogspot.com/2005/08/summer-goals-completed.html' title='Summer Goals Completed'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02217171508902114472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9649061.post-112457002143680920</id><published>2005-08-20T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T13:35:49.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>last day of preschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3980/704/1600/010_8A2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3980/704/320/010_8A2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer Camp at Palentine Park is finally over. The older kids camp ended yesterday, their campout was canceled because bad weather was predicted, and it never rained! All the kids were bummed. I worked 12 hours yesterday, from 9-3 I watched the kids, from 3-6 I cleaned up the mess and took some kids for pizza, from 6-9 I watched the kids version of the play &lt;em&gt;The Princess and the Pauper, &lt;/em&gt;saw the talent show, and helped with arts and crafts. I have no pictures from that, sorry. I do have pictures from the last day of preschool on Thursday. Not many kids showed up the last day, we usually have around 25 kids. Here are some of the good pictures, &lt;em&gt;look under the pictures for comments.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the shot above Lily and I went down the slide together, I also went down with a bunch of kids earlier. It's so hard because the slide's top was covered and I'm tall, but I went down anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3980/704/1600/020_18A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3980/704/320/020_18A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Leah doesn't come much, but she came the last day. She had fun rolling out the Playdoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3980/704/1600/018_16A3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3980/704/320/018_16A3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ireland riding around in the little car, what a sweetie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3980/704/1600/006_4A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3980/704/320/006_4A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (from left to right) Austin, Alex, and Dale on the rocket ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3980/704/1600/011_9A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3980/704/320/011_9A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lily and Ireland just coming down the slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3980/704/1600/013_11A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3980/704/320/013_11A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You will be seeing a lot of little Lily, she goes to my church. All the kids got ice pops as a last day treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3980/704/1600/021_19A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3980/704/320/021_19A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Caleb holding some playdoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3980/704/1600/012_10A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3980/704/320/012_10A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lily is on a tire in this shot flapping her arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3980/704/1600/008_6A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3980/704/320/008_6A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Almost got hit taking this picture of Austin on the swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3980/704/1600/009_7A1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3980/704/320/009_7A1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My finger kind of got in the way of this, Lily picked some flowers from the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3980/704/1600/026_24A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3980/704/320/026_24A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ireland is holding up a playdoh bug that I made in this shot, right after I took it&lt;br /&gt;she cut at the playdoh hair off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3980/704/1600/024_22A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3980/704/320/024_22A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wanted to take a picture of Finly, at first he stuck his tongue out to fast, and I said&lt;br /&gt;"Do it again!" and he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3980/704/1600/016_14A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3980/704/320/016_14A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Caleb is playing with the toy cars, he usually gets very homesick, but that day&lt;br /&gt;was the only day he never asked to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3980/704/1600/015_13A1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3980/704/320/015_13A1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lily is cooking in the toy kitchen in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3980/704/1600/004_2A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3980/704/320/004_2A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At snack time, I asked if Ireland and Lily would be in a picture with me. They&lt;br /&gt;agreed to, although Lily would not put down her yummy granola bar down. We&lt;br /&gt;all smilied, exept for Leah in the backround who was still eating her snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally figured out to put photos on my blog! :) :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9649061-112457002143680920?l=difficultone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/112457002143680920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/112457002143680920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://difficultone.blogspot.com/2005/08/last-day-of-preschool_20.html' title='last day of preschool'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02217171508902114472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9649061.post-112249046089038243</id><published>2005-07-27T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T12:48:00.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What About Summer Reading?</title><content type='html'>It's the end of July, summer is halfway over. During the first weeks of summer, everyone is so thrilled that summer vacation has finally come....But there is always the responsibility of summer reading hanging over your head. As a little kid I would dread it, even today I still dread it. I would always go into the library and try to find the thinnest book on the list. Don't get me wrong, I like to read, given the right book. I usually enjoy one out of the two books I read on the summer reading list, it's just most of the books can't hold my attention for long. I'll start to read, then fall asleep after a little while. Now that I'm a Senior, the books are not easy reads, all the ones that are I read years ago. I called up the library about a week ago and told the lady working there that I would be coming in, she says "Let me guess Kristina, you want the smallest book on the shelf?" She knows me all to well! So I get there, look up books I can read on the computer. I am not surprised like that all of them are long and complicated. The kind library lady is willing to help me. I would ask her "What about this book?" I would name it and she would either say,"It's good, but really thick" or "It a hard read, difficult to understand". Oh, well I need to make the best of it, what am I going to do when I go to college? Half the books on my list they don't even have there, so I either have to order then or buy them. In the previous years I have read &lt;em&gt;The Great Gatby, The Old Man And The Sea, Hiroshima, &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Animal Farm&lt;/em&gt;. I am there for about an hour until I decide on &lt;em&gt;Wuthering Heights.&lt;/em&gt; It's okay so far, but I have only read three chapters. For my second book I am considering something written by Francine Rivers, maybe &lt;em&gt;Unshaken.&lt;/em&gt; Hopefully I will not be the kid who is up until three in the morning the day it is due writing the reports, but in the past I have handed them in on time. I hope this year I can do that. I know I can! I guess in the end summer reading is necessary.Everyone's brain fries during the summer, but reading keeps the brain from frying to the point of no return. Speaking of "frying" it's hot! The air conditioner is on full blast and it doesn't feel like it is on at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9649061-112249046089038243?l=difficultone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/112249046089038243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/112249046089038243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://difficultone.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-about-summer-reading.html' title='What About Summer Reading?'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02217171508902114472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9649061.post-112121951857026169</id><published>2005-07-12T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T19:16:36.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Aid Required</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, today was my first day this summer working as a counselor at Camp Palentine, I'm beat! Worked with the preschoolers from 9:00 to 12:00, and with the six to eight year olds from 12:00 to 3:15. Right now I'm only working 2 days a week, but it's more hours than last year and I am needed on trips and on the last week of camp. Since this is my first year as a counselor, first aid is required. I was a CIT last year, some others got it then, but know I really need it. I finished 2 of the 3 required classes and have to take the test next week. It's multiple choice and I've been told it's all really common sense. Just to be safe, I took a bunch of notes, especially on the first day. Just got back from my second class, learned how to bandage wounds properly, but that was not the highlight of the evening. We watched a slide show that was a bit disturbing, but it was part of the class and necessary to prepare us for any severe accidents we may encounter. I was the second closest to the door, it was far away, but in the past only one person ever ran out so I felt okay, at first! Oh my goodness! Here are some examples of what I saw UP CLOSE: nail through finger, exposed bloody skull, dog bitten nose, simple fracture, compound fracture (bone through skin), ear half amputated, part of an ear hanging off, amputated thumb, finger hanging off, bloody toes, bloodly fingers, bloody mouth with missing teeth, more torn fingers, and an extreme, bad cut to the neck. That was most of the bad stuff, the rest was mostly swelling and bug bites. One thing that raelly bothered me was the showings of the eye injuries, an eye shot with a bb gun and a staple in a person's eye. I had a notebook covering my face half the time while I was looking outside and talking to the person behind me. She took forever to change the slides, we talked about it all and what we would do in such a situation. I don't think a very serious injury has occured so far, but it did prepare us. Unfortunatly, the first aid card is only good for 2 years, that means I have to watch it again. I was thinking about being a nurse in the future, but after seeing this, I have to think about it more. Maybe I could work in a department where I wouldn't see stuff like that. Anyway, wish me luck, I take the test next week, if I fail I can't get the first aid card and then I don't know what willl happen. Hope it's as easy as everyone says it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9649061-112121951857026169?l=difficultone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/112121951857026169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/112121951857026169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://difficultone.blogspot.com/2005/07/first-aid-required.html' title='First Aid Required'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02217171508902114472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9649061.post-111972583487376699</id><published>2005-06-25T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T11:58:21.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Goals</title><content type='html'>Summer is Here! Do you know what that means? Summer Goals!!!!! Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) find 2 books for summer reading, read them, and have the book reports done by Sept. 16th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) watch all the Star Wars movies in order from Episode 1 to 6. ( probably not in one day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) go to take my permit test and pass it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) go visit N.Y. City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) dye and/or highlight my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) read some faith-improving books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) watch all The Lord Of The Rings films in order. (probably not in one day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) meet Orlando Bloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) start running to get in shape for sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) climb Mt. Everest and sled down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) watch Harry Potter movies in order. (could be in one, rainy day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) win a lot of money in some crazy contest I don't even remember entering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) go to work and hopefully get to work will the preschoolers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) go to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) go swimming a lot, last year I hardly went at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, some of these are a challenge and some are just wishful, crazy hopes. This way I won't forget them, knowing me I will probably not have many done by the end of summer vacation and have to really work hard to get them done. At the end of summer, I will let everybody know what goals I accomplished. :) It's going to go by so fast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9649061-111972583487376699?l=difficultone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/111972583487376699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/111972583487376699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://difficultone.blogspot.com/2005/06/summer-goals.html' title='Summer Goals'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02217171508902114472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9649061.post-111914006593730050</id><published>2005-06-18T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T18:43:07.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Year 04-05 is over</title><content type='html'>Well, it's almost over, I still have a few regents and finals to take but it's basically over. I saw the Seniors of 2005 graduate today, next year it's my turn. I can't believe it! Let me just say that this year has been great. Compared to all the other school years I've experienced, it has been the best school year ever! Home life has been difficult. It might be hard for some of you to believe that I had a good year since I am usually so dark and gloomy, but I have had so many happy days, my school friends and teachers cheer me up when I am in my negative moods. This school year I had a surprise birthday party, saw Star Wars Revenge Of The Sith on opening night, joined the school softball team, and had so many fun experiences. I am so sad my year as a Junior is coming to an end, but I am looking forward to summer. I owe so much of my happy year to my teachers, mostly to those who will not be coming back next year: Ms. O, Mrs. Turck, and Mr. Gardner. Ms. O was only at N.D.C.S. for a half of year, but I am so glad she came. She coached girl's softball, it was the first school sport team that I was ever involved in. We didn't play many games, but we had fun. She was a great coach and so much fun to be around. I first had Mrs. Turck as a teacher in 9th grade for math, not one of my favorite subjects. She always answered my questions and was patient with me. One of the most important things she ever taught me that I will never forget is the importance of "a filter". Everyone in my class knows that whatever pops in my head, kinda flys out my mouth. Bad habit, gotta think about what you say! She encouraged me to filter my comments. Now I always think about what I say before I say it, okay not always but my habit of blurting out has gotten better! Whenever something bothered anyone, she would encourage us to take it as a grain of salt. Now, that is one of the hardest things for people to do, control their emotions, but she is right. What do you care what other people do, say, or think? The only thing that matters is what you do, say, or think, right? Now, I think Mr. Gardner is one of my favorite teachers that I have ever had. I had no idea what a blog was until he introduced me to it, I'm very happy that he did. He would always help me when I was having a bad day and when my negative attitude was bringing me down. He encouraged me to believe in myself and to be happy. I need to remember that things might seem bad now, but they could be worse. No matter how bad things get they can always get worse.  I am "The Dark Cloud with a Silver Lining".  He helped me to believe that I was a good person who could succeed. He was always there to help me with any problems that were causing me sadness. I am still not full of self-confidence, but I am better than I used to be and I will try to keep positive. It's hard. I appreciated him always being there for me, he was really the only person I felt comfortable talking to. Junior High and High School chapel on Monday has always been a big thing for N.D.C.S. For two years, Mr. G was what I like to call "the director of chapel", always setting it up and doing the AV stuff upstairs. This year, Chorus sang a lot in chapel and I missed the guitar playing of Mr. G during chapel, that was very fun. Always picking great songs for chapel to sing, some that I never heard before. I loved them all! I hope we still sing them next year. Now, faith in the Lord has been a problem for me this year for several reasons.....let's not get into that now! Mr. Gardner is the most Godly person I know who is fun to be around. I am a very doubtful person, but Mr. G has answered so many of my faith questions and still answers them. I am going to read the books that he encouaged me to read this summer, I'm sure they will help. Out of all the Christian teachers at our school, I talked to him because I felt he could truly understand it all. Thanks. I'll miss you next year, all of you. Thanks for everything! Come back and visit! Wish you the best! You know what? I have been editing this post for so long that school is completely over! Today was the first day of my summer vacation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9649061-111914006593730050?l=difficultone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/111914006593730050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/111914006593730050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://difficultone.blogspot.com/2005/06/school-year-04-05-is-over.html' title='School Year 04-05 is over'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02217171508902114472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9649061.post-111698350999099763</id><published>2005-05-24T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T07:00:49.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My weird dream</title><content type='html'>Whoa, I have been having some crazy dreams! Listen to this dream I had on Tuesday morning. I was in a big city, looked kind of old fashioned, maybe it was London. Some of my family was there and also a lot of kids and teachers from school, so it was probably some sort of field trip. We were in this store, I saw a necklace I really wanted, but I didn't have enough money and we had to leave to go somewhere else. I think we were in a very large shopping area, like miles long. So we get on the bus, it's total havok. There were tons of people throwing balls the size of oranges around. I am totally confused, from what I was observing and hearing, I noticed something. It was a game, a person was walking around the bus with some sort of device attached to them with a hole on it. It seemed the point was to get the ball in the hole to win something, but people were getting hurt and ducking all over the place! It made no sense. So we get to this place, where I think we were getting something to eat. It's huge! There is a beach where everyone is eating, surfing and swimming. I tell everyone that I'm going to go get something to eat and wonder into the huge shopping mall. I am looking everywhere for a resturant, it takes me a little while until I realize that I can't find my way back, I'm lost! I still didn't have any food, but I noticed a dark basement in on of the resturants. I go in unseen and head to the basement, and it's not a basement! It seemed to go on for a long way. I thought that maybe it would lead me back to where I came, so I continued to walk. Before I know it, I am in a dark gallery with only old sculptures in it everywhere. I hear a crash behind me, I see the shadow of a person but it dissapears. A ceramic something had fallen to the floor and broke (i think it did anyway). The lights flicker on and I see a teacher sitting in a chair staring at me. I looked at what fell to the floor and said that I didn't break it. The teacher tells me to wait, and a kid from school comes out from a hidden door. As the teacher scolds him, I go out a door. I find a place to eat, some of the food was not good, so I went and got some pizza too. I find my way back to the beach with my food, and I see James Bond on the beach surrounded by his Bond women! I stare for a minute, than I see my family and friends and go to them. They were worried. We went to go get their food now. One of my friends and I decide to sneak of to the store we were at at the beginning of the dream. We go there, this place had food too so we ordered some stuff. Than we see the teachers and people coming to the store, we run to the bus and hope they wouldn't notice that we had been gone. I think they did, but they didn't do much about it. We get back on the bus, balls the size of oranges still being thrown everywhere. Somehow, I catch one of the balls and throw it at the target. I hit the side of the target, and a girl comes up to me with about 5,000 tickets. I ask her why she's giving these to me, she said I won half the prize by almost getting it on target. I ask them what they are for, and she says that they are as good as money. I somehow end up back at the store we were at the beginning. The store seems very different, but it's a dream so play along. I get the necklace that I wanted, I'm so happy. I think I wandered off, because I see a teacher coming after me. I'm in trouble, so I do the only thing I can do, RUN! I run away, into all different stores hiding wherever I can find a spot. As I am running I buy a bunch of stuff, finally I lost the teacher. Only problem is, I think I got lost too! That's where it ends. No more sugar before sleep! I can't believe I remembered all those details, I usually don't remember anything. What was I thinking about to make me dream all that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9649061-111698350999099763?l=difficultone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/111698350999099763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/111698350999099763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://difficultone.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-weird-dream.html' title='My weird dream'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02217171508902114472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9649061.post-111599385027440214</id><published>2005-05-13T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T14:36:55.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Wars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3980/704/1600/sw_26b1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3980/704/320/sw_26b1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The New Star Wars Episode 3 Revenge of The Sith is coming out next week! Can't wait, I'm a total star wars freek. Some people are just not into it. Basically, the new movie is going to answer all the questions everyone has been asking. It is supposed to be very dark, the only Star Wars movie rated PG-13. It's just full of killing and sadness, stuff young children might not be able to see. Anakin goes from a sweet, loving little boy to the vengent killer Darth Vader, hopefully everyone knows that common knowledge. Darth Vader is a famous evil icon in the world today. My favorite movie of the trilogy is Episode V, The Empire Strikes Back (although I really also like return Of The Jedi). It's just awesome, key line "Luke, I am your father." It's like the big shocker. I think this new movie will be my favorite, it's just going to be so cool. I wish I could go and camp out at the theatre for a good spot.....but they are probably all taken by now. I want to go opening day, but my friends don't want to go that day, they are not big fanatic's like me, I will probably end up going over the weekend. I read part of the script online so I know some of what's going to happen, couldn't help myself (turns out it wasn't all correct. Update: Saw the movie! Totally awesome, everything I thought it would be, although Anakin turned to the dark side quite suddenly. Cool, but also in some parts very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9649061-111599385027440214?l=difficultone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/111599385027440214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/111599385027440214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://difficultone.blogspot.com/2005/05/star-wars.html' title='Star Wars'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02217171508902114472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9649061.post-111538872842057016</id><published>2005-05-06T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T07:19:04.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cougars Softball Game: girls vs. boys and staff</title><content type='html'>WE WON..........okay not really, but we won in spirit! We did good, proved ourselves, and had fun, that's all that matters right? I played right field, and I actually caught a ball hit by Mr. G! Yeah for me!!!! I think I shocked everyone by that. Than I hit one right into right field (to Mr. G)! Made it to first, the next hit I had to run because based were loaded and I got out. But I got a hit, however the other hit I got I got out. The ball was overthown to first and I heard someone say to run,so I did, but I didn't hear the coach telling me to stay! I got out, felt bad for a bit, but I didn't let it bother me. We all did good for our first time playing. Only bad thing is, I left my sweatshirt at the field, I hope it's still there. I hope we play the boys and the staff again, because when we do, we are going to kick some serious butt! Everyone did so great!! I did good considering I haven't played on a sofball team since 2002. I know if we try hard our team will go far. Great job all!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9649061-111538872842057016?l=difficultone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/111538872842057016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/111538872842057016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://difficultone.blogspot.com/2005/05/cougars-softball-game-girls-vs-boys.html' title='Cougars Softball Game: girls vs. boys and staff'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02217171508902114472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9649061.post-111499892886172023</id><published>2005-05-01T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T18:55:28.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did anybody miss me?</title><content type='html'>Did ya? Gosh, I haven't posted for like 2 months! I can be very L-A-Z-Y, I will try to post more often. School has been a killer for the past few months, especially math. You don't pay attention one day and you are completely lost! I am so behind in it, it's going to take so much work to get back on track, I'm trying though. Everybody probably knows this already, but I joined softball at N.D.C.S., the first sport I ever joined at this school. The last year I played was 2002 on the Germantown league, so I am so rusty. I play in the outfield and sometimes first base. Outfield is so hard, nothing usually comes to you in practice, but when it does, it goes right past you, plus it's very lonely out there. Oh, well....it's fun sometimes (when I do good). When I don't, I get over it and try harder. I have to go, ever since my parents found out about me slacking of in my hw, they have been on my case. I hardly have any time to be on here, but I will try to find time to post. I got so many stories to tell! Oh, almost forgot. I got my summer job! Yeah for me!!! I am going to work at the Palentine Park Program in Germantown, hopefully with the preschoolers. Miss Complicated saying "Bye for now!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9649061-111499892886172023?l=difficultone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/111499892886172023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/111499892886172023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://difficultone.blogspot.com/2005/05/did-anybody-miss-me.html' title='Did anybody miss me?'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02217171508902114472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9649061.post-111031904249704558</id><published>2005-03-08T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T14:56:21.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Hockey Game</title><content type='html'>Snow Day Today, well more like an early dismissal. I actually had to get up, wait for the bus, and go to school for 2 hours, but we played Balderdash for a while. I used to get afraid that we would get snowed in and not be able to leave the school. Actually, that might be cool and fun in a way. But it was and still is really bad out. Anyway, I went to my first hockey game about 2 weeks ago, totally awesome! Fun experience. I went in a car with some people from church, it was bascially for the youth group. We went to the Pepsi Arena in Albany, the city is so beautiful at night. It's all like lit up! So we got there, really cold, and we wait where everyone else is waiting to get in. We already brought tickets that they were supposed to hold for us. We were waiting a long time to get in, so me and some friends went to ask the pastor what was up, because it was almost game time! The people in the booth can't find the tickets and it's time for the game! NO! Can't get in without tickets! So we wait, they finally find them at about 7:00 when the game is supposed to start. So pastor hands out the tickets all for the first 2 rows. We get in and have to find our section, as luck would have it, our seats were on the other side of the stadium, so we were walking, some of us running, to our section, some woman was singing the National Anthem. We finally get to our section, at first the guy wasn't going to let us in because they had just started, but he did after about a minute. I didn't really know anyone from the youth group but I still wanted to go. So we go down to my seats and my ticket was for the second row. When we sit down a guy bangs right into the glass, I was feeling brave and wanted to sit in the front row. I asked the pastor if he and his wife would switch places with me, he said okay, I tried not to feel bad about it because they have been in the front row at games before, I asked the 12 year old girl next to me to move up to the front with me. It was so fun, a lot of the times the guys banged against the glass I wasn't looking, being stupid we would even touch the glass for like a brief second. It's always the cute players that get hurt! Oh, forgot to say it was the Binghamton Patriots vs. Albany River Rats. We had these annoying Patriots fans right in back of us shouting for the 1st quarter. I sometimes cheered for the wrong team because It was so hard to follow. I would be like "What just happened?". When the first quarter was over I went to get myself a pretzel, Twizzlers, Skittles, and a Dr. Pepper. They hide the bathrooms in these places, there will be a sign, but then you realize that you got to go down the stairs and make a right, go on like on a field trip, but it was easy to find this time, compared to some places. Anyway, end of the game came around, Patriots were winning by one point and it's like the last minute in the game and the Patriots score, you know why? Because the dumb River Rats took their goalie out and replaced him with a player on offense! They had a chance to tie the game and they blew it! The goalie for the River Rats was no that good, but it still wasn't to smart. Sure they could have scored because they put another player in, but still, don't trade the goalie! Everyone was yelling because they had no idea were he was, he came back after the shot was made. So the Patriots won 5 to 2 , they were good. I don't have a favorite team because I don't know the teams or the game to well, but I do know that when the puck goes into the net, that's a point. I had a great time, hope I can go again sometime. Glad I didn't get hit with a puck or anything, some kids were worried about that, but when you sit in front of the glass chances are that you won't. Oh my gosh, It is so windy out! You can't see or breathe out there, very cold, snow is blowing all over the place! Garbage can lid won't stay down without a couple of heavy bricks. Hope it will end soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9649061-111031904249704558?l=difficultone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/111031904249704558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/111031904249704558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://difficultone.blogspot.com/2005/03/first-hockey-game.html' title='First Hockey Game'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02217171508902114472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9649061.post-110856693988418270</id><published>2005-02-16T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T06:55:55.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not everything is as it appears</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago, N.D.C.S. had it's annual Spiritual Emphasis week. It's theme this time was Commitment to the Lord....it's a good thing to think about. How commited are we to God? Are we willing to die for Him? We talked and answered questions like "Could I have done that?" and "Is it worth it?". A lot of moving stories were shared and imporant facts were made known. Left me with a lot of mixed feelings. Great songs! It's funny, because when it was time to sing the songs during the week, I never really wanted to sing them, but now I can't get them out of my head! I still got the "joy" song stuck in my head and weeks have gone by! Friday was cool with the games and the time to chill. Thanks to everyone who helped make it happen! One thing was that happened was a little freaky, but it did get the point across. One day, one of the teachers walked up to the stage and started the day. Now he said something very important, "Not everything is as it appears" or something similar to that effect. Now we hear that stuff all the time, you know "never judge a book by it's cover"and all that. O.K. so he says "Do you notice anything different about me today?", the only thing that I saw to be different was that he was wearing a jacket, but besides that nothing seemed different, so it would seem! He pulls out a little plastic knife, you know like one from the school kitchen. So we were like, "Oh please, what's he gonna do with that little thing?", "Is he supposed to be dangerous or something?". Hm, but then he starts to pull out another knife, a real one! Then he starts to pull out more of them, some of them were huge! He had them all in his pockets and hidden is his clothes, I have seen one too many horror movies in my time so I had no idea what else he was gonna pull out, I was thinking a gun, but that would be going to far(Christian School after all). But all together 10 knives, not counting the little plastic one. Now, your teacher is last one to be suspected (in this school at least) of going of the deep end, but he was just trying to prove a point. Even the most innocent, kindest person could be a pyscopath, no wait that's not it, sorry. The point is "Things are not always as they appear".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9649061-110856693988418270?l=difficultone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/110856693988418270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/110856693988418270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://difficultone.blogspot.com/2005/02/not-everything-is-as-it-appears.html' title='Not everything is as it appears'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02217171508902114472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9649061.post-110721211269247000</id><published>2005-01-31T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T15:02:54.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half the year gone (and then some)</title><content type='html'>I was thinking about my last two posts, if there was anything I left out. Then it hit me! Two other big parts of my school life, my friends and teachers! I've been at N.D.C.S. for about 6 years now, I have had friends and teachers that have come and gone. Soon I'm gonna have to leave them all behind. We all will go our seperate ways. It's a sad thought, because my friends and teachers have helped me get through some really difficult times. I might never see them or talk to them again. When kids graduate, they sometimes go, "Oh gosh, I'm never going to see you guys again!" Hold on a second. If you are referring to the old school days, yes those days are over. That can be both happy and sad. The happy side is "Yeah no more school work, no more teachers bugging me (now you have college to look forward to)." The sad side is "Oh, I shared the good and bad times with you guys here and I'm gonna miss it." As far as not seeing anybody again, that's up to you, it doesn't have to be true. Lets separate the teachers from the kid friends. No matter how old you get, your teacher's are always your teachers, some people don't look at it that way. Teachers can either be like your friend, or your worst nightmare. It's funny how they both can coincide. I remember all of my teachers and I hope to always. It's a little harder to keep in contact with your teacher's because like I said before "they come and go" and you never really know were they go to or what became of them. I want to still visit the school every so often, to see what's going on and see some familar faces. As far as the teachers who are gone and you don't know what became of them, maybe they are out helping other kids like they helped you and hopefully living happily. Old friends can also "come and go". Hopefully our school will have a high school reunion, I would like to see what my classmates and friends will be like 5 years from now, how their life might be. When we all grow up and graduate, most will go to college, many to one in a different state. I'm gonna miss everybody, but I can still keep in contact with some of them, plus I got another year and a half until we all split. Hopefully everyone has some family in the area so they will not be "gone forever". I don't know how I will feel in the future, but now I have mixed feelings. But for the time being, I gotta enjoy the time I got left with everyone and make the most and best of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9649061-110721211269247000?l=difficultone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/110721211269247000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/110721211269247000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://difficultone.blogspot.com/2005/01/half-year-gone-and-then-some.html' title='Half the year gone (and then some)'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02217171508902114472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9649061.post-110719733882283150</id><published>2005-01-31T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T10:51:41.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half the year gone (part two)</title><content type='html'>So, now you find yourself being completely stressed out by wondering how life is going to be for you. Then you start thinking way to far ahead into things like marriage and stuff. When that happens you get totally freaked and shout to yourself, "I'm not ready to go to college or have a life of my own!" and "Everything went by so fast, did I live my younger years to the fullest since they will not come again?" This is a sign to slow down. You can't think ahead about how life is going to be, because you don't know how it's going to be! You have to search for what you want, look for the life you want. No one knows what fate has in store for you, exept God and I have been told that he has a special plan for every person. I always think about what could happen or what might happen, but that can make a person worry. So all you have to do is go with the flow and be willing to accept anything that life throws at you. As for worrying about the past and if you made all the right decisions, the past is in the past, you have to put it aside (as I have been told). You can't change the past, unless you have a time machine, very unlikely. Remember the good things of the past, not the bad. Maybe you have learned leasons in the past from your bad choices or actions, and now you know what to avoid and what are the right choices to make. Keep it cool. (I gotta start to practice what I preach, I know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9649061-110719733882283150?l=difficultone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/110719733882283150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/110719733882283150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://difficultone.blogspot.com/2005/01/half-year-gone-part-two.html' title='Half the year gone (part two)'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02217171508902114472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9649061.post-110713459801674030</id><published>2005-01-30T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T17:23:18.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half the year gone (part one)</title><content type='html'>I never understood midterms. Maybe it's to get students prepared for the final or maybe it's to make us remember the studies from the first half of the year. But for me, when midterms roll around, it's just a big fat reminder that half the school year is gone. I remember when I was in junior high, I used to think "I can't wait to graduate" and "I will never get out of school". Now that I am a Junior in high school, I only have one and a half years of school left, that is of course if I don't get left back or something. Now that the time has come so close, it can be a scary thought, not knowing what your future holds in store for you. I don't know what I'm going to study in college, I don't even know what college to go to or even if I am going to one. The question's I find myself asking are "What's my purpose?" and "What does life have in store for me?" Both are big questions that determine how the rest of your life will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9649061-110713459801674030?l=difficultone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/110713459801674030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/110713459801674030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://difficultone.blogspot.com/2005/01/half-year-gone-part-one.html' title='Half the year gone (part one)'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02217171508902114472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9649061.post-110660011795056589</id><published>2005-01-24T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T13:48:33.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't gross out the world</title><content type='html'>I have yet to visit a foriegn country outside the U.S. I really want to go and learn about their cultures and customs.... and what they eat, if it's good or yucky. But how would you eat and conduct yourself somewhere else? Would it be appropriate according to the natives there? Do you know what's polite when eating is concerned in other countries? Take this quiz and find out. I got 5 right out of 11. &lt;a href="http://fekids.com/img/kln/flash/DontGrossOutTheWorld.swf"&gt;http://fekids.com/img/kln/flash/DontGrossOutTheWorld.swf&lt;/a&gt; Tell me what you think. Now I gotta go and study for midterms, peace :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9649061-110660011795056589?l=difficultone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/110660011795056589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/110660011795056589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://difficultone.blogspot.com/2005/01/dont-gross-out-world.html' title='Don&apos;t gross out the world'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02217171508902114472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9649061.post-110618058437083363</id><published>2005-01-19T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T17:08:18.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Simon, "Truth hurts".</title><content type='html'>Well, today was an intresting day, with the Pep Ralley. I for once got up and cheered. It was kinda fun, but embarressing, and somewhat enjoyable, mixed feelings about the whole thing. Anyway in an hour I'm gonna watch American Idol. I only usually watch the first few days of the new seasons to see the new people trying out. After seeing William Hung's tryout last year, I always look forward to seeing it. It's really funny, because as most know, a lot of the people who tryout can't sing for beans. Don't get me wrong, some people can really sing on that show. But what's more funny is hearing what the judges have to say and looking at the expressions on their faces. Randy laughs a lot, Paulia tries to be polite, and then there's Simon. Simon, Simon, Simon. Simon says always whats on his mind, says the truth to the extreme even thougn it hurts. Siomon says, "Their is not a song in the world you could sing", "That was pathetic", "You are one of the worst singers I've ever heard",l ast night he said something like, "I am so glad you are not my next door neighbor cause then I would hear you try to sing all the time", a couple of times he has said, "I think we are going to have to cancel the show". Now, I have noticed that Simon can be extremely brutal to those who aren't really that bad, he can really make people sad as we see on the show. But my view is yeh, Simon can be mean, but without him, the show wouldn't be as funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9649061-110618058437083363?l=difficultone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/110618058437083363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9649061/posts/default/110618058437083363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://difficultone.blogspot.com/2005/01/yo-simon-truth-hurts.html' title='Yo Simon, &quot;Truth hurts&quot;.'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02217171508902114472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
