<?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-8945121860087101481</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:03:32.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>carpe diem.</title><subtitle type='html'>Pointless ponderings of someone who is trying to do just that... seize the day!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikefishbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945121860087101481/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikefishbiscuit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945121860087101481.post-7374765669571013129</id><published>2008-05-05T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T11:36:02.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone. Everyone meaning... I'm not really sure who reads this anymore. I honestly don't know why I'm posting this. I would post it on facebook because then people would be alerted when I post it, but there may be some people on facebook who i'm trying to NOT freak out. If that makes sense... I've said too much. Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put in my two weeks at Walgreens yesterday. So you only have until the 13th (that is my last scheduled day) to come visit me there......otherwise you can visit me at my new job, CARIBOU COFFEE! I don't know when I start there, but I'm excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love youu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8945121860087101481-7374765669571013129?l=tasteslikefishbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikefishbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/7374765669571013129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8945121860087101481&amp;postID=7374765669571013129' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945121860087101481/posts/default/7374765669571013129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945121860087101481/posts/default/7374765669571013129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikefishbiscuit.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945121860087101481.post-7759020963070407722</id><published>2008-04-08T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T11:29:55.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This weekend was pretty amazing. Jeff Grenell and his worship team came up and ministered to us for the whole weekend, beginning on Friday night with Amped---a special youth outreach for 6+ area churches---and ending last night with a special service by Jeff (his team left Monday morning because they had school). God did lots of amazing things and I hope lame things no longer discourage me from doing what God wans me to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to the chance to go to all five services, which was quite a surprise to me. Friday = Amped (+Leatherheads). Saturday = Lunch with Jeff &amp; his team and a special discussion just for the leadership (plus playing Brawl and some crazy train game which was crazy fun). Sunday = Both morning services and the evening service. Monday = Special service (+Building a snowman with Mike, Jenn, Lauren, Nate, and special baby-watcher Amber). Jeff spoke at all of the events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and a special congratulations to Pastor Ryan, Melanie, and the Kansas Jayhawks for winning the national college basketball championships. I had a strange dream where Pastor Ryan came up to me so ecstatic at the fact, and he was crying. It was quite interesting... Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy day.&lt;br /&gt;[Oh. And I might get a new job. Heehee.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8945121860087101481-7759020963070407722?l=tasteslikefishbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikefishbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/7759020963070407722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8945121860087101481&amp;postID=7759020963070407722' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945121860087101481/posts/default/7759020963070407722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945121860087101481/posts/default/7759020963070407722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikefishbiscuit.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-weekend-was-pretty-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945121860087101481.post-2122098172456565205</id><published>2008-03-05T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T11:33:48.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi. I work Tuesday nights. Which stinks because I miss Tuesday night prayer with my woman/girl/bestest friend/mother/wesley Amber, and I miss one of my true loves---American Idol. I have, however, kept up to pace with that show via word of mouth and video clip on the World Wide Web. I, along with just about every other girl on the planet, have fallen for one kid---David Archuleta. Who wouldn't fall for a handsome 17 year old with the voice of an angel? Last night, as I lie on my couch (Yes, you did read right that I work EVERY Tuesday.. But I got a doctor's excuse so I got to stay home! :D ), the first man was up to date. He's cute and all, but I wasn't too impressed, but he did sing WHAM! so that's always cool. It was 80's night, by the way. Up next, was everyone's man David. Our faithful host Ryan Seacrest announced that he would be singing Phil Collins. Now, as most of you probably know, Joe Kessler (the emcee at MYC every year) often does a dance to the Phil Collins song "Another Day In Paradise," and I like imitating the dance and last week I even did it in front of the youth group as a favor for Lauren. I thought he would do this song, but then I thought it to be too slow, so I figured he would do "Groovy Kind of Love" or maybe even "True Colors." And he sat at the piano, and played the first few chords, and I knew what he was up to. Yup. He was in paradise. I obviously began to bounce/hop/hobble around and scream and point as if I had just won an Emmy. He is my new favourite, even though he was my favourite in the first place. I remember his audition! I liked him from the start when he sang good ol' John Mayer. I also like Danny (even though he's kinda freaky looking and, well, just to be save, OVERLY metero), because his voice isn't too bad and I like his hair.. Haha. And David Hernandez! Woo.&lt;br /&gt;But Mister Archuleta... You have my vote!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gambling911.com/David-Archuleta-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.gambling911.com/David-Archuleta-10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8945121860087101481-2122098172456565205?l=tasteslikefishbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikefishbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/2122098172456565205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8945121860087101481&amp;postID=2122098172456565205' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945121860087101481/posts/default/2122098172456565205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945121860087101481/posts/default/2122098172456565205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikefishbiscuit.blogspot.com/2008/03/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945121860087101481.post-8288320831779156582</id><published>2008-01-21T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T11:58:34.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST: Right up there with breathing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/192/484352065_a73ea49ea0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/192/484352065_a73ea49ea0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. 10 days until the best show ever invented airs once again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm freakin' excited!! And nervous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't figured it out yet, my URL is actually from LOST. It comes from dialogue between Sawyer and Kate. Sawyer kisses Kate and says, "Mmm, you taste like strawberries." And she goes, "You taste like fish biscuit." They were stuck in cages and Kate snuck over to his, and all they had to eat was fish biscuits because the cages were once used for polar bears and that's what they ate. Yea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8945121860087101481-8288320831779156582?l=tasteslikefishbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikefishbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/8288320831779156582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8945121860087101481&amp;postID=8288320831779156582' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945121860087101481/posts/default/8288320831779156582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945121860087101481/posts/default/8288320831779156582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikefishbiscuit.blogspot.com/2008/01/lost-right-up-there-with-breathing.html' title='LOST: Right up there with breathing.'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/192/484352065_a73ea49ea0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945121860087101481.post-1032639358330819759</id><published>2007-11-05T08:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T08:50:20.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Well, you passed."</title><content type='html'>As of Thursday, November 1st, 2007, at approximately two in the afternoon, I am the newest member of the driver's license club!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked what color the car was, and I replied with, "Uhh.." I then looked to my dad for help and he replied with a calm, "Red." The test was good overall with a few minor mistakes and a horrid parallel parking job, but as I drove back to the DMV and parked, he quickly replied with a, "Well, you passed." Relieved I walked into the office and got my picture taken, which was horrible might I add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not even driven alone yet, for I do not know how to drive a stick shift smoothly. I have inherited the Plaidmobile (aka Kevin) and am excited for the day when I can drive myself around without fear of crashing into a stop sign. Apparently, according to my female parental unit,  I have a "lead foot." Nonetheless, I still feel a sense of FREEDOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8945121860087101481-1032639358330819759?l=tasteslikefishbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikefishbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/1032639358330819759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8945121860087101481&amp;postID=1032639358330819759' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945121860087101481/posts/default/1032639358330819759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945121860087101481/posts/default/1032639358330819759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikefishbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/11/as-of-thursday-november-1st-2007-at.html' title='&quot;Well, you passed.&quot;'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945121860087101481.post-8201196677791183759</id><published>2007-10-22T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T09:54:59.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously.</title><content type='html'>As I sit here in Health class, having finished the assignment with nothing to do, I decide to write to you "faithful" blog readers. The HHS technology department recently discovered that the previously blocked websites, MySpace and Facebook, were no longer blocked on the school computers, they recently fixed that bug. And that leaves me nothing to do, and I am ashamed to have anything to do with either of those websites. I was just pondering how I used to be, even last year. I read old e-mails, blog posts, and recall past conversations, and shudder. Paranoid. A perfect word to describe me. I must admit, I am still paranoid, but not to the extent that I was previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least sanity is a slow growing quality within me. I really don't like being paranoid. It literally makes me want to puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like life. And I like YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I am in love with Italian food :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8945121860087101481-8201196677791183759?l=tasteslikefishbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikefishbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/8201196677791183759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8945121860087101481&amp;postID=8201196677791183759' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945121860087101481/posts/default/8201196677791183759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945121860087101481/posts/default/8201196677791183759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikefishbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/10/seriously.html' title='Seriously.'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945121860087101481.post-5517458888424373556</id><published>2007-08-30T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T14:19:04.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not dead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZPESnM76sGo"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;'s a video from our last meal at camp this year. Obviously I had some difficulty. The audio stinks, and thank you Jenn for the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the lack of posting. I've been blogging on other websites (i.e. Myspace). And, yes, I am ashamed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8945121860087101481-5517458888424373556?l=tasteslikefishbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikefishbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/5517458888424373556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8945121860087101481&amp;postID=5517458888424373556' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945121860087101481/posts/default/5517458888424373556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945121860087101481/posts/default/5517458888424373556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikefishbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-not-dead.html' title='I&apos;m not dead.'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945121860087101481.post-5895439680209881654</id><published>2007-02-14T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T14:18:12.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dress drama.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A good friend of mine referred to me an online clothing store where I could get a Prom Alternative dress, for she had gotten her previous two at the same website. I browsed around and found a dress that I immediately fell in love with. I asked my mom and she said we could order it, but you needed a credit card. Easy. Just ask the sister. The sister charged it and we gave her cash. The company called to ask questions. They were curious as to why the shipping address [me] was different than the billing address [sister]. We both explained and they put the order through. Nine days later... THE PACKAGE!!! Excitedly I run to the house, get out of my clothes as fast as I can, and put the dress on even faster. I unzipped it and tried to get in. It was a bit tight around the rear. I squeezed through and thought, &lt;em&gt;It'll be the right size..&lt;/em&gt; I tried zipping it up. No go. I asked my mom to zip it up. No go. Apparently there was a difference between the halves of the zipper by "at least an inch." I call the company, and they put one size bigger on hold for me that I will receive once my current dress is sent back. Just to be sure, I check my measurements online. They were exactly as the dress required. But, being the paranoid person that I am, I e-mailed them and asked what I should do. They changed the hold to a 9/10 [their sizes run small], because their formal dress sizes vary by only half an inch, so it should be perfect. But if it's not, I have two options..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1) Send it back AGAIN and get a different size or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;2) Get it tailored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So what I'm really trying to say is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Does anyone know how to tailor, if need be? Or know of a tailor that does good work for cheap?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Love you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;allllllll&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;By the way, I have that situation worked out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And it's for the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Plus I'm happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And Amber is my valentine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;[You can probably guess the result.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8945121860087101481-5895439680209881654?l=tasteslikefishbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikefishbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/5895439680209881654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8945121860087101481&amp;postID=5895439680209881654' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945121860087101481/posts/default/5895439680209881654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945121860087101481/posts/default/5895439680209881654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikefishbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/02/dress-drama.html' title='dress drama.'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945121860087101481.post-7909326445939073451</id><published>2007-01-11T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T21:35:30.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>easy as 123.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A - Available or taken? Available, baby!!! w00t w00t.&lt;br /&gt;B - Best friend(s)? My sister. And you.&lt;br /&gt;C- Cake or pie? Pie or ice cream cake.&lt;br /&gt;D - Drink of choice? Coffee.&lt;br /&gt;E - Essential item you use every day? Toothbrush.&lt;br /&gt;F - Favorite color? Black. Red. Grey. White.&lt;br /&gt;G - Gummy bears or worms? Worms.&lt;br /&gt;H - Hometown? Hibbing.&lt;br /&gt;I - Indulgence? I'd rather not say. [thanks to Kran-Man for the definition]&lt;br /&gt;J - January or February? February.&lt;br /&gt;K - Kids and names? I had one named Duke. But he got depressed and killed himself.&lt;br /&gt;L - Life is incomplete without? God, family, and friends.&lt;br /&gt;M - Marriage date? April 25, 2015.&lt;br /&gt;N - Number of siblings? Uno sisters.&lt;br /&gt;O - Oranges or apples? Oranges.&lt;br /&gt;P - Phobias or fears? Needles. Envelopes. Spiders.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q - Favorite quote? If music be the food of love, play on.&lt;br /&gt;R - Reason to smile? Because there's more to life than being really, really good looking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S - Season? Late spring.&lt;br /&gt;T - Tag three or four people. Natalie. Jennie. Kranny.&lt;br /&gt;U - Unknown fact about me? I bet you never could've guessed this one... I love Lost!&lt;br /&gt;V - Vegetable you don't like? Beets.&lt;br /&gt;W - Worst habit? Not thinking before speaking.&lt;br /&gt;X - X-rays? Head. Teeth. I think that's it.&lt;br /&gt;Y - Your favorite food? I love pasta and breadsticks. And salad. OLIVE GARDEN!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8945121860087101481-7909326445939073451?l=tasteslikefishbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikefishbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/7909326445939073451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8945121860087101481&amp;postID=7909326445939073451' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945121860087101481/posts/default/7909326445939073451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945121860087101481/posts/default/7909326445939073451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikefishbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/01/easy-as-123.html' title='easy as 123.'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945121860087101481.post-8527647576191425639</id><published>2007-01-08T20:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T20:39:47.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Word of the day = IDIOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;p.s. HAPPY BIRTHDAY to some &lt;a href="http://www.kipaddotta.com/images/elvis.jpg"&gt;pretty&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.davidbowieisverydisappointedinyou.com/jareth.jpg"&gt;nice looking &lt;/a&gt;men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8945121860087101481-8527647576191425639?l=tasteslikefishbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikefishbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/8527647576191425639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8945121860087101481&amp;postID=8527647576191425639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945121860087101481/posts/default/8527647576191425639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945121860087101481/posts/default/8527647576191425639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikefishbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/01/word-of-day-idiot.html' title=''/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945121860087101481.post-7732298995842572448</id><published>2007-01-05T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T13:24:58.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>confusion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Sometimes there are things in life that you would just prefer to not live or, if lived already, delete out of your memory. I can think of many times that are in that category, and some that are yet to come. One which I will not list, and the other eight billion have to do with English class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I have done some stupid things, and I am in the middle of doing something stupid as of late. And I ask myself &lt;em&gt;Why do things that aren't healthy &lt;/em&gt;[no, I'm not doing drugs] &lt;em&gt;just to satisfy my own feelings? I know what God wants me to do... Why won't I listen? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;And I keep asking myself that. Why won't I listen? It's not exactly UNHEALTHY. It could, perhaps, make me a bit wiser. But there's one more thing. People that I know now and one future person could possibly be effected by this stupidity of mine. Most of you probably know what I'm talking about now. There are some personal things relating to this, but I will not elaborate here. So, I guess what I'm trying to say is, pray for me. Pray for me alot. And if I'm &lt;strong&gt;OBVIOUSLY&lt;/strong&gt; doing something stupid, SMACK ME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8945121860087101481-7732298995842572448?l=tasteslikefishbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikefishbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/7732298995842572448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8945121860087101481&amp;postID=7732298995842572448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945121860087101481/posts/default/7732298995842572448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945121860087101481/posts/default/7732298995842572448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikefishbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/01/confusion.html' title='confusion.'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945121860087101481.post-9078239724248849526</id><published>2007-01-04T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T16:26:25.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>007.</title><content type='html'>Welcome to 2007!&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate the new year and the new version of Blogger, I have created this blog.&lt;br /&gt;However, I will not be deleting the &lt;a href="http://www.itsdotcom.blogspot.com"&gt;other&lt;/a&gt; for I like it too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An update coming soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8945121860087101481-9078239724248849526?l=tasteslikefishbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikefishbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/9078239724248849526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8945121860087101481&amp;postID=9078239724248849526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945121860087101481/posts/default/9078239724248849526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945121860087101481/posts/default/9078239724248849526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikefishbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/01/007.html' title='007.'/><author><name>[ brooke ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07792216405170233585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0hUzsqyRq8/R5T6HVFoMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BBzcHjZDOcQ/S220/jennie+me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
