<?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-2238194685198434926</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:03:59.826-08:00</updated><category term='e-mails'/><category term='beginings'/><category term='videos'/><category term='Llama'/><category term='funny'/><title type='text'>A Dog's Best Friend</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog about a girl who loves dogs.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junoisfreenow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238194685198434926/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junoisfreenow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dog Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178806846577714382</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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238194685198434926.post-6138027442048096446</id><published>2008-04-13T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T15:57:59.038-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='e-mails'/><title type='text'>The E-mail</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;One day I got this e-mail from a friend and as I read it I laughed. I want you to read it before give anything away.Here it is:It is called TAKE MY SON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your love for art." The young man held out this package. "I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture. "Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me It's a gift."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the platform sat the painting of the son The auctioneer pounded his gavel. "We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, "We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;But the auctioneer persisted. "Will somebody bid for this painting. Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another voice angrily. "We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Gogh¢s, the Rembrandts. Get on with the real bids!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still the auctioneer continued. "The son! The son! Who'll take the son?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. "I'll give $10 for the painting." Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have $10, who will bid $20?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"$10 is the bid, won't someone bid $20?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The auctioneer pounded the gavel. "Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man sitting on the second row shouted, "Now let's get on with the collection!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The auctioneer laid down his gavel. "I'm sorry, the auction is over."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about the paintings?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;"I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man who took the son gets everything!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gave His son 2,000 years ago to die on the cross. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is: "The son, the son, who'll take the son?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, WHO SO EVER BELIEVETH, SHALL HAVE ETERNAL LIFE..THAT'S LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well I didn't necessarily laugh I just thought it was funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238194685198434926-6138027442048096446?l=junoisfreenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junoisfreenow.blogspot.com/feeds/6138027442048096446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238194685198434926&amp;postID=6138027442048096446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238194685198434926/posts/default/6138027442048096446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238194685198434926/posts/default/6138027442048096446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junoisfreenow.blogspot.com/2008/04/e-mail.html' title='The E-mail'/><author><name>Dog Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178806846577714382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238194685198434926.post-1640838572567762032</id><published>2008-02-04T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T10:38:50.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Braces and fu-ni-y video(and shopping for piant samles)</title><content type='html'>I walk up the stairs to Dr.Ho's office to get &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;braces&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and my in my head I say &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;help me!!!get me out of here!!!!&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;after they put the braces on they told alot of stuff on what not to eat like:no gum, no chips, no hard candies,no gooey candies,and no sugary sodas or popcorn (and whats really messed up is that we just bought a box of kettle corn and i can't have it-i want some pop-ed corn!!!). i said to myself what is the only kind of food we can eat- rabbit food and water-'cause lets face it there ain't no such thing as not chewey  gum or soft chips or candy that won't get stuck in your teeth or popcorn that won't loosen the brackets or anything that will change when you get your braces. It was like a nightmare I couldn't wake up from.&lt;br /&gt;well wake up from the nightmare because its time for ....&lt;br /&gt;.... for a little comedy and by that I mean this name Bon qui qui and this video about her at well I let you find that out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jZkdcYlOn5M&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jZkdcYlOn5M&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we should call sa-curity on her. Out-of-the-hood or not she has to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for my next trick I will tell you about buying paint samples. It would have been a long and painful day if it weren't for the computer. See I can pick out 3 thousand paint samples for my room but my mom said just 2 colors. So as I was looking finding more than 2 samples my brother was on that computer put there so it would be easier for you than just going to'n'fro trying to see what matched. When he was done I went on there and found 2 poi-fect colors and got the samples and left. When we got home I decided that they were too light and picked the ones below that then on another day I picked the ones below that one and I stuck w/those and now I think I'm having second thoughts about it-JUST KIDDING- But I am wondering how long it will take to paint my whole entire room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238194685198434926-1640838572567762032?l=junoisfreenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junoisfreenow.blogspot.com/feeds/1640838572567762032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238194685198434926&amp;postID=1640838572567762032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238194685198434926/posts/default/1640838572567762032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238194685198434926/posts/default/1640838572567762032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junoisfreenow.blogspot.com/2008/02/braces-and-fu-ni-y-videoand-shopping.html' title='Braces and fu-ni-y video(and shopping for piant samles)'/><author><name>Dog Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178806846577714382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238194685198434926.post-1312843303312489573</id><published>2008-01-13T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T16:09:26.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping and my dogs new haircut before and after</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;We went shhhhhopping and like always get more than whats on the list. My mom was helping me look for pants and was getting madder by the second 'cause i wasn't going to look at jeans so she was pretty angry with me at the moment.So she grabbed some jeans and some more jeans and 2 shirts and some beige capris and we were off to the changing rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried on the first pair of jeans and too tight. Second pair were good and didn't hug my legs and I liked them.(If you know me then you know I HATE jeans!!!!) I got 2 pairs of the Capri jeans-which were like regular jeans on me-1 pair of the beige capris, and 1 shirt-oh and some gum too!&lt;br /&gt;moving on...this is Shady!Shady says-Elena get back to the blogin' about Shady-OH rriiiiiggghhhttt so here are some pictures of my dog Shadezila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one is Shady before and the 2nd one is Shady after(poor him)(2 words: hi laryous!!!or hilarious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kWbBJGf8z20/R4v1e9ZiDbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eAaWLp_qbL4/s1600-h/Shade+Before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kWbBJGf8z20/R4v1e9ZiDbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eAaWLp_qbL4/s320/Shade+Before.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155484110682197426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kWbBJGf8z20/R4v1fNZiDcI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-jxWWzAlrnI/s1600-h/Shade+After.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kWbBJGf8z20/R4v1fNZiDcI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-jxWWzAlrnI/s320/Shade+After.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155484114977164738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;his 'fro was all matted so we-meaning mom and I- had to shave him.He looks like a cross between a poodle and a wiener dog!! -what would you call him?- a pooner dog!!(more like gooner dog)&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;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238194685198434926-1312843303312489573?l=junoisfreenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junoisfreenow.blogspot.com/feeds/1312843303312489573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238194685198434926&amp;postID=1312843303312489573' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238194685198434926/posts/default/1312843303312489573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238194685198434926/posts/default/1312843303312489573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junoisfreenow.blogspot.com/2008/01/shopping-and-my-dogs-new-haircut-before.html' title='Shopping and my dogs new haircut before and after'/><author><name>Dog Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178806846577714382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kWbBJGf8z20/R4v1e9ZiDbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eAaWLp_qbL4/s72-c/Shade+Before.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238194685198434926.post-4364176390282806756</id><published>2007-12-18T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T05:46:05.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"2 words: Pet Peeves"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;numero uno:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kinda overhear a little bit of a conversation where the people in it go,"ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwa" and you have a curious expression on your face and one of your friends was in the conversation and they walk up to and you said "I don't even want to know!" so they start explaining it anyway. Yeah,those are my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;numero dos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone said your name wrong no matter how many times you say its THIS instead of THAT?Well I TOtally hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;numero tres:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and also i hate it when people spell my name wrong. It is spelled E-L-E-N-A NOT A-L-A-N-A!!!GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!WHAT IT WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Calm down Elena , calm down. Everything is o.k. No need to get stressed. Its just other  people you are talking to.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.K. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238194685198434926-4364176390282806756?l=junoisfreenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junoisfreenow.blogspot.com/feeds/4364176390282806756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238194685198434926&amp;postID=4364176390282806756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238194685198434926/posts/default/4364176390282806756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238194685198434926/posts/default/4364176390282806756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junoisfreenow.blogspot.com/2007/12/2-words-pet-peeves.html' title='&quot;2 words: Pet Peeves&quot;'/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lYblxv2oyA0/R4WHrM_AC3I/AAAAAAAAATc/U2KXRR81laQ/S220/MUS002~Rest-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238194685198434926.post-5749125005353673534</id><published>2007-12-01T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T19:35:15.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>but wait theres more!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;yes,I know what you are all thinking "SHE WANTS MORE!?!?" and yes it is true I want more. When we went to Wal-Mart this evening I saw like abigillon things i wanted(not really). these are the things you need to add to your Christmas shopping list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       lots and lots of Pokemon cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       scene it Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       MORE Pokemon cards&lt;br /&gt;AND......&lt;br /&gt;      thats it. yep. thats all you need to add (did I mention Pokemon cards???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238194685198434926-5749125005353673534?l=junoisfreenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junoisfreenow.blogspot.com/feeds/5749125005353673534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238194685198434926&amp;postID=5749125005353673534' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238194685198434926/posts/default/5749125005353673534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238194685198434926/posts/default/5749125005353673534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junoisfreenow.blogspot.com/2007/12/but-wait-theres-more.html' title='but wait theres more!!!!'/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lYblxv2oyA0/R4WHrM_AC3I/AAAAAAAAATc/U2KXRR81laQ/S220/MUS002~Rest-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238194685198434926.post-449676764258892840</id><published>2007-11-30T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T20:09:09.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas List of 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Okay now its time to get ready for Christmas,so I am telling you what I want so you can go get it for me.(did I mention it was at a Wal-Mart price?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhos what i want a:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;      two walkie talkies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;      Digimon:Dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;      Digimon:Dusk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;      Mario Party DS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;      Wii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;      PS2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;If you want you could just buy me one(but if you do get me all of them) Alright now just don't get me nothing 'cause thats just plain rude(just kidding) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238194685198434926-449676764258892840?l=junoisfreenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junoisfreenow.blogspot.com/feeds/449676764258892840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238194685198434926&amp;postID=449676764258892840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238194685198434926/posts/default/449676764258892840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238194685198434926/posts/default/449676764258892840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junoisfreenow.blogspot.com/2007/11/christmas-list-of-6.html' title='Christmas List of 6'/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lYblxv2oyA0/R4WHrM_AC3I/AAAAAAAAATc/U2KXRR81laQ/S220/MUS002~Rest-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238194685198434926.post-8487078809060535633</id><published>2007-11-15T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T16:36:37.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>did you know the days have names?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yes it is true the days have names. Me and my best friend ALEX gave the days delightment for they can be called something else than those BOring so-called names given to them ever so long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the names we picked out special just for them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Monday-talk like a baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Tuesday-sarcastictuesday&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(i know all those sarcastic people of the world will enjoy this day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Wednesday-&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;weirdo ocxent(accent) day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Thursday- &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;like talk like a preppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Friday-&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;deep man voice day man&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes all you people who love to have different names for different days can copy our tradition that was so newly started.I will let you-just this once- use these names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238194685198434926-8487078809060535633?l=junoisfreenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junoisfreenow.blogspot.com/feeds/8487078809060535633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238194685198434926&amp;postID=8487078809060535633' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238194685198434926/posts/default/8487078809060535633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238194685198434926/posts/default/8487078809060535633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junoisfreenow.blogspot.com/2007/11/did-you-know-days-have-names.html' title='did you know the days have names?'/><author><name>Dog Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178806846577714382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238194685198434926.post-6131849359377301728</id><published>2007-11-06T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T16:17:34.152-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Llama'/><title type='text'>"i'm a magical llama!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One day my annoying brother Eddie starts singing a song that goes like this: "llama, llama, llama, llama, llama, llama, llama, llama, llama, llama, llama, llama, llama, llama,duck," over and over. It got really annoying. So as usual my mom looked it up on Google and it went to the most whacked out videos. heres some i liked:&lt;br /&gt;This one is called "Magical Llama" (I almost peed my pants LingOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wP7PynQ-EjM&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wP7PynQ-EjM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is just called "The Llama Song"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/08BRy0MoIA8&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/08BRy0MoIA8&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now sing it backwards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pbiH_AFkuqQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pbiH_AFkuqQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's stuck in my head (and YOURS TOO!) get it OUTTTTT!!!! Pleeaseeee help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238194685198434926-6131849359377301728?l=junoisfreenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junoisfreenow.blogspot.com/feeds/6131849359377301728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238194685198434926&amp;postID=6131849359377301728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238194685198434926/posts/default/6131849359377301728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238194685198434926/posts/default/6131849359377301728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junoisfreenow.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-magical-llama.html' title='&quot;i&apos;m a magical llama!&quot;'/><author><name>Dog Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178806846577714382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238194685198434926.post-9154587862972368165</id><published>2007-11-03T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T08:55:56.057-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginings'/><title type='text'>Post of newness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hello peoples of everywhere today i got a blog. This would be exiting if only i knew what to write. Well i am going to my friends birthday party at a bowling alley.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238194685198434926-9154587862972368165?l=junoisfreenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junoisfreenow.blogspot.com/feeds/9154587862972368165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238194685198434926&amp;postID=9154587862972368165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238194685198434926/posts/default/9154587862972368165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238194685198434926/posts/default/9154587862972368165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junoisfreenow.blogspot.com/2007/11/post-of-newness.html' title='Post of newness'/><author><name>Dog Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178806846577714382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
