<?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-3599221512881649740</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:45:49.160-08:00</updated><category term='my sisters rule'/><category term='what in the hell'/><category term='music i like'/><category term='lameness'/><category term='Wishlist'/><category term='Fabric'/><category term='If you&apos;re gonna scream.. scream with me.'/><category term='its funny'/><category term='awesomeness'/><category term='youtube'/><category term='winter'/><category term='sad bastard'/><category term='getting healthy'/><category term='my family is better than yours'/><category term='yuck'/><category term='I don&apos;t want to be a fatty no mo&apos;'/><category term='travel'/><category term='Shoot me now'/><category term='suzanne is a creep'/><category term='family'/><category term='thrift store scores'/><category term='design crap'/><category term='my garden'/><category term='FTW'/><category term='Project Runway'/><category term='pyrex'/><category term='Loverrr'/><category term='dadness'/><category term='friends'/><category term='my obsession with cheesy pop culture things is for real dude'/><category term='Alcohol Adventures'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='Trannies'/><category term='craplists.'/><category term='politics shmolitics'/><category term='Neat Pets'/><category term='time wasters'/><category term='need this'/><category term='cookies'/><category term='I&apos;m better than you'/><category term='work crap'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Chrissy Poo'/><category term='my crush on david archuleta is not a joke'/><category term='Getting old makes you do weird things.'/><category term='camping'/><category term='when stupid people talk'/><category term='school'/><category term='Crafty'/><category term='west valley'/><category term='holidayness'/><category term='Sweet Dance Moves'/><category term='I&apos;m a cheap ass'/><category term='Cats with two faces'/><category term='blah'/><category term='stores i fucking hate'/><category term='flickr'/><category term='shhhh'/><category term='pervy old men'/><category term='Love'/><category term='domesticity'/><category term='vote'/><category term='i heart lo'/><title type='text'>Scream With Me.</title><subtitle type='html'>not worth reading - since 2008</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-3085624096167920804</id><published>2009-05-25T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:47:47.357-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting healthy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I don&apos;t want to be a fatty no mo&apos;'/><title type='text'>Trying..</title><content type='html'>I feel ready to start blogging again. Life has been weird for a long time, I've felt really out of balance and confused and overwhelmed. Im trying really hard to take back the control and feel like Im the captain of my ship again. There is a massive amount of things in life that one would like to have control over and I'm trying to find the balance between the things that I can control, should control, can't control and shouldn't give a flying fuck about.  I've realized that I only have control over myself.. and I haven't always been willing or been able to fully do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last week I've pushed myself harder physically than I ever have in my entire life. To the average, in-shape person.. it would probably be pathetic. But to me, its been the biggest hurdle I've ever had to climb. I honestly didn't know if I would physically be able to exercise the way I wanted to. I've always had such high expectations of myself that it has almost backfired on me. If I can't do something the best... I don't want to do it at all. I want to be that person that can jog 5 miles straight... can i do it? Nope. So I've never even tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight days ago I finally just decided to go to the park across the street and just see what I could do. I planned on just doing one lap around the park just to see how it would go. 1 lap happened to be pretty easy.. so I kept on walking and did a second one. I was still alive so I did a third one. One and half miles might not be something to celebrate to a lot of people but to me It gave me hope. It helped me realize that my body was able to do this.. I just hadn't been willing to push it to do it. The next day I did a full two miles and now 8 days later Im doing 3 miles daily plus about an hour of tennis whenever I have a free night. I know this weight is going to come off of me. I've been waiting 15 years for this weight to come off of me, to feel like the person I feel like inside matches what I look like on the outside. Most of all, I just want to be healthy. I don't want to burden anyone I love with feeling sad when they look at me and how overweight and unhealthy I am.. or even down the road as we all get older, I want us all to be healthy so we get to enjoy each others company for as many years as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to take each day as it comes and try to make intelligent choices about what I consume and how much Im moving. I've always attached to many emotions to my obesity.. and while its hard not to because its such a personal inner struggle... at the end of the day its math. Whats coming out needs to be more than what I'm putting in and I just need to remember that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-3085624096167920804?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3085624096167920804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=3085624096167920804&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/3085624096167920804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/3085624096167920804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/trying.html' title='Trying..'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-5651752955050329961</id><published>2008-12-19T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T03:30:50.780-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shhhh'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am a dreamer. I've always been a dreamer. Dreaming of what could be, could have been, what could but never would be. What I lack in action is made up for in extreme hope and faith in something entirely different than what my actions are pursuing. I dream of wild fantasies, of a different life that has never been my own, would never be my own. I've been building my own demise and the pathway to that demise contains everything but what I truly want. The person I see is not myself. She has never looked the way I should. I should be beautiful. Smaller and warmer. Cheekbones large and protruding, almost freak like, their severity lessened only by my wide round eyes. They shine, almost sparkle in vivid shades of green. So wide with hope, desire and power. Power to attain the things I crave, and bravery. Her eyes speak with out sound, her heart is worn on her sleeve. Its unprotected but still guarded. Long black locks of hair swirl out from her scalp and sway perfectly as she enters rooms. Mysterious but everything is given away, or what is to be perceived as everything by her eyes. Even as a child, the confidence that I was somehow better, more thoughtful, more open, more deserving of my heart skipping a beat, of that persons attention.. felt as though it belonged to me, yet it wasn't me. This life that I felt someone like myself was meant to have has never been more than a fanciful wish, that someday maybe by chance I would wake up from the nightmare of this chain  of mediocrity and entirely usual events that have been my actual life, claimed my life. I'm good at things. Good. Good is the blandest and worst of all complimentary words that exist in the human language. The only thing worse than being good at something is being OK at something.. and only because that means that you aren't even good at that something. I'm good at most things, and I feel with little effort I could be good at anything. I will never be spectacular at anything. There in lies the problem with being good at most things...just good enough. Good enough to pretend that I might have some sort of special skill, somewhere.. or maybe if I tried just a little bit harder I could excel at some, one thing. But that's not me. Perhaps its the completely self obsessed part of me that believes that this can't possibly be true, that i contain something just a little better than everyone else, something that shines a little bit brighter but has been dimmed, probably even burnt out by this relentless fear and inability to actually do anything. I think of doing things. I dream of doing these amazing things, being looked at as something not ordinary, something of greatness, and power, and beauty. Of others knowing that there is something about me, that isn't like them. That my compassion for their suffering is great, hindering and sometimes all together consumes me. I worry more about you.. them.. anyone before myself. I ignore and become removed, rather, I remove myself. There is sadness, but mostly confusion as to why I instinctually make the wrong choice. I see myself as so powerful and willful with an almost animalistic need to attain membership in this world I so badly want to be a part of but I remain stalled and motionless. I don't know if I'm even necessarily falling backwards or if its just that I can't keep up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if sadness is even the right word. Somber?&lt;br /&gt;Dismal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-5651752955050329961?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5651752955050329961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=5651752955050329961&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/5651752955050329961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/5651752955050329961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-dreamer.html' title=''/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-3990512217631655898</id><published>2008-11-09T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T18:01:05.125-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my family is better than yours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sisters rule'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i heart lo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>I &lt;3 My Family.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SReQjo1GWmI/AAAAAAAAAUY/IhproGWQHeM/s1600-h/Image1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SReQjo1GWmI/AAAAAAAAAUY/IhproGWQHeM/s400/Image1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266837231163038306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was super nuts but I loved every second of it. My little sister got married and my brother Billy and his family flew out for the wedding and to spend time with family in general. The wedding turned out really nice, I honestly didn't get to enjoy myself much, but it was Wendy's day to not have to worry about a thing so  I think that I accomplished that! She looked really beautiful in her dress, and Chris performed the ceremony. He got a lot of compliments on it and I think it may have been a neat enough experience for him that he wants to do more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SReRTa9Y9CI/AAAAAAAAAUg/j94uFJjS5SQ/s1600-h/Image2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SReRTa9Y9CI/AAAAAAAAAUg/j94uFJjS5SQ/s400/Image2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266838052073436194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The younger kids all wore their halloween costumes (the wedding was on halloween!) and they all looked so cute! Lora was a pirate, I made her the costume and she seemed to really like it! Its the third costume I've made for her.. last year I made her "a very real" looking Sally costume.. even hand painted the exact patterns on the different colors of fabric.. and the year before I made her a cute fairy princess costume. Its fun to be able to make stuff for her, I can tell she feels extra special in the handmade costumes and knows that most kids have to wear gross plastic cheapo ones.  Billy and Christy's kids went as minnie and mickey mouse and were totally adorable!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SReSiIv9nPI/AAAAAAAAAUo/cBRVL4bZJ7o/s1600-h/n1465471264_87776_8834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SReSiIv9nPI/AAAAAAAAAUo/cBRVL4bZJ7o/s400/n1465471264_87776_8834.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266839404394945778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy to get to spend as much time as I did with Billy and Christy and their kids. Its crazy that you can love little kids so much that you don't even get to spend that much time with. I feel like Alana (minnie mouse!) genuinely gets it that I'm her Aunt and I feel like we have a fun little bond even though I only get to see her a couple times a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SReVWCteB_I/AAAAAAAAAUw/ZMzNk_FGQTw/s1600-h/Image36.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SReVWCteB_I/AAAAAAAAAUw/ZMzNk_FGQTw/s400/Image36.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266842495150327794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night after the wedding everyone came over to my house to just hang out and eat wedding leftovers. We managed to get everybody there so of course we had to take a picture.. there is a lot of us and this is only the 2nd time in probably a decade that we've all been in the same room together! Last weekend was great and really made me so thankful for my family. I can't imagine ever having as many kids as my mom had.. but I really feel like people with super small families are missing out! My family rocks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-3990512217631655898?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3990512217631655898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=3990512217631655898&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/3990512217631655898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/3990512217631655898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-3-my-family.html' title='I &lt;3 My Family.'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SReQjo1GWmI/AAAAAAAAAUY/IhproGWQHeM/s72-c/Image1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-3725301052206374505</id><published>2008-11-04T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T10:01:42.103-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics shmolitics'/><title type='text'>This feels much different than 4 years ago.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SRCK4O8HuSI/AAAAAAAAAQo/rqTS55jZpnQ/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SRCK4O8HuSI/AAAAAAAAAQo/rqTS55jZpnQ/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264860663083677986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to write about and many pictures to share from the last week or so of my life.. my little sister got married and my brother Billy and his family came out to visit and while both are extremely important to me, this is really important too. For as long as I've been aware of politics and government, George W. Bush has been the president of this country - It's pretty mind boggling to try and even think that tomorrow we will have a new president-elect and there is absolutely no chance of it being Bush. 4 years ago I voted and hoped and waited and hoped and watched and I went to bed that night knowing that Kerry had lost and it was going to be another 4 years of W.  I feel very different today than I did 4 years ago. I really feel like I just went and voted for the next president of the united states.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-3725301052206374505?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3725301052206374505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=3725301052206374505&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/3725301052206374505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/3725301052206374505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-feels-much-different-than-4-years.html' title='This feels much different than 4 years ago.'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SRCK4O8HuSI/AAAAAAAAAQo/rqTS55jZpnQ/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-6962671545665400146</id><published>2008-10-20T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T17:06:08.738-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my family is better than yours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my garden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sisters rule'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i heart lo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidayness'/><title type='text'>Just some stuff..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SP0ayEOZmfI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/3-excNHmgIE/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SP0ayEOZmfI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/3-excNHmgIE/s400/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259389387268528626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my little brother James' birthday, I can't believe he is really all grown up, 18 years old. I remember turning 18 and who I thought I was at the time and what I thought I believed and it's interesting to think that James is now that age, in my head he is still that cute little boy in his blue jammies holding Tiggy outside our house in Rexburg, Idaho. I think maybe thats one of the reasons its hard to see him as a "person", I see him and who he is and it just dosn't connect right in my brain.. he is still 5, not 18. We had a nice little get together at my house for him and it was nice to have everyone together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SP0cMUWiqYI/AAAAAAAAAQY/0UacKiQU04U/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SP0cMUWiqYI/AAAAAAAAAQY/0UacKiQU04U/s400/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259390937785870722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lora and I went down to my garden to finally pick the pumpkins I grew and I have to say, I'm pretty proud of them! First garden ever, and I managed to get some good looking pumpkins! I let Lora choose whatever one she wanted and she picked the worst one. I wasn't surprised at all..  I would expect nothing else from that little girl! Little girl.. I don't know how much longer I even get to call her that, yesterday she looked more grown up than ever.. even in her "Clarissa Explains it All" inspired outfit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SP0cbQ_5bfI/AAAAAAAAAQg/axr3tSZ4cf4/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SP0cbQ_5bfI/AAAAAAAAAQg/axr3tSZ4cf4/s400/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259391194583625202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday got me extremely excited for the next week or two. My brother Billy and his family are flying out and my sister Wendy is getting married on Halloween. It will be nice to have everyone all together since it rarely ever happens. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-6962671545665400146?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6962671545665400146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=6962671545665400146&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/6962671545665400146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/6962671545665400146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-some-stuff.html' title='Just some stuff..'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SP0ayEOZmfI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/3-excNHmgIE/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-464158766233934885</id><published>2008-10-15T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:54:32.702-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='its funny'/><title type='text'>I'm F***CKING Seth Rogen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="464" height="388" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www2.funnyordie.com/public/flash/fodplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="key=aad0482186"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed width="464" height="388" flashvars="key=aad0482186" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" src="http://www2.funnyordie.com/public/flash/fodplayer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;width: 464px;"&gt;See more &lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/"&gt;funny videos&lt;/a&gt; at Funny or Die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the Sarah Silverman/Matt Damon &amp;amp; Jimmy Kimmel/Ben Affleck video a LOT... but I might like this one even better because I have a secret crush on Seth Rogen.. too funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-464158766233934885?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/464158766233934885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=464158766233934885&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/464158766233934885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/464158766233934885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-fcking-seth-rogen.html' title='I&apos;m F***CKING Seth Rogen!'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-8135723886495600756</id><published>2008-10-11T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T11:55:37.664-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what in the hell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FTW'/><title type='text'>This makes me angry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SPDzdQpIOCI/AAAAAAAAAP4/pwfPRa6tcGs/s1600-h/t1home.gas.ap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SPDzdQpIOCI/AAAAAAAAAP4/pwfPRa6tcGs/s400/t1home.gas.ap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255968449150597154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got this photo off of a cnn.com article about gas prices, which have fallen over 40% in the last month. FOURTY PERCENT?? Weird, I know I'm not a mathematical genius but a little over a month ago I was paying $4.15 per gallon of gas (which was still among the highest in the country) and now im paying $3.50 per gallon of gas.. somehow that dosn't equal 40% less, its actually about a dollar shy of being 40% less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is even more puzzling, is the fact that in most other places in the country the regular-cheapest gas is 87 octane, here in utah the regular is actually 85 octane which is EVEN CHEAPER, yet we still pay more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live 15 miles from one of many huge oil refineries here in Utah, a refinery owned by Flying J that somehow is able to transport gas to gas stations in New Mexico to be sold for $2.85 a gallon .. yet they can't transport it 15 miles for less than $3.50 a gallon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes absolutely no sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-8135723886495600756?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8135723886495600756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=8135723886495600756&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/8135723886495600756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/8135723886495600756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-makes-me-angry.html' title='This makes me angry.'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SPDzdQpIOCI/AAAAAAAAAP4/pwfPRa6tcGs/s72-c/t1home.gas.ap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-1794965956366542208</id><published>2008-10-09T09:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T09:44:52.814-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what in the hell'/><title type='text'>WTF?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/1794965956366542208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/1794965956366542208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/wtf.html' title='WTF?'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-5566013013767272372</id><published>2008-10-05T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T12:10:31.864-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='domesticity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sisters rule'/><title type='text'>Halloween Cookie Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SOkQk_oS1xI/AAAAAAAAAPw/KhI6y88FUIs/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SOkQk_oS1xI/AAAAAAAAAPw/KhI6y88FUIs/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253748668046169874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night girldates rock! Especially when making yummy soft sugar cookies is involved.. I like the fact the my saturday nights can include frosting cookies and watching Paris Hilton's - My New BFF (it was surprisingly entertaining!). My cookie frosting skills were not up to par with &lt;a href="http://rockandcookies.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aimee&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://melliferouspants.wordpress.com/"&gt;Maddie&lt;/a&gt; but even the ugly ones still taste good right? I'm just going to consider this batch the practice batch and I will just have to make more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-5566013013767272372?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5566013013767272372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=5566013013767272372&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/5566013013767272372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/5566013013767272372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-cookie-love.html' title='Halloween Cookie Love'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SOkQk_oS1xI/AAAAAAAAAPw/KhI6y88FUIs/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-9008595976921707016</id><published>2008-10-01T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T20:44:14.177-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vote'/><title type='text'>I liked this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0vtHwWReGU0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0vtHwWReGU0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-9008595976921707016?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9008595976921707016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=9008595976921707016&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/9008595976921707016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/9008595976921707016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-liked-this.html' title='I liked this...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-9079981509999294045</id><published>2008-09-24T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T14:57:33.109-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my family is better than yours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>No Place Like Home</title><content type='html'>I'm back from my quick trip out to Massachusetts. It was definitely nice to go out there and spend time with people I always miss but at the same time it's very nice to be home. This time, probably more than any other time I've gone out there I was really homesick.. maybe not homesick but I missed the routine of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SNq12_CmNDI/AAAAAAAAAPY/fZDbpN9__dE/s1600-h/jordan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SNq12_CmNDI/AAAAAAAAAPY/fZDbpN9__dE/s320/jordan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249708271893623858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill's son Jordan is totally adorable. He is full of life and personality and I had a good time playing with him. Jill should be very proud of herself.. she seems to be in a really good place in her life and is an awesome mama! She asked me to take some photo's of him for halloween so she got him all dressed up in little devil outfit.. so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SNq24JuHvyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Wq4iYyJdg_w/s1600-h/suecole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SNq24JuHvyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Wq4iYyJdg_w/s320/suecole.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249709391452028706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of cute.. I finally got to meet my newest (well, only) nephew Cole! He was born on my brother Jonathans birthday in February this year and has gotten so big! On sunday I went over to Christy and Billy's house to watch the Pat's game (ouchhhh....) and got to hang out with Alana a lot. She is so cute and talks A LOT! The way she would say "Auntie Sue!" over and over again made me happy. Im glad that even though we live on opposite ends of the country that she knows who I am and seemed really happy to see me... I brought her two crocheted octopus that I made and she loved them. (focus on the cute  little girl and not oily-no makeup person on the right!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SNq3DD4Y32I/AAAAAAAAAPo/wUpRxj4EjMk/s1600-h/alannasue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SNq3DD4Y32I/AAAAAAAAAPo/wUpRxj4EjMk/s320/alannasue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249709578863042402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think I would have felt a lot more sad leaving but I know I get to see them all next month when they fly out for Wendy's wedding. I hope while they are here that the rest of my family gets to know them and can create some sort of bond with them because they are really awesome little kids.. with awesome parents too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-9079981509999294045?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9079981509999294045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=9079981509999294045&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/9079981509999294045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/9079981509999294045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-place-like-home.html' title='No Place Like Home'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SNq12_CmNDI/AAAAAAAAAPY/fZDbpN9__dE/s72-c/jordan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-3461943568125899190</id><published>2008-09-11T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T22:36:45.015-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Wishing I was already a grown up.</title><content type='html'>I have unfortunately entered a portion of my schooling that BLOWS. Hardcore. Flash is hard.. maybe I shouldn't have read the first 4 chapters on 3 hours of sleep - falling asleep every other sentence. It makes a little bit of sense I guess but the moment I start to feel like  I might be grasping it.. BOOM .. nothing works and I want to punch the monitor. I wish I could just design stuff all day, my brain understands that sort of thing. Its the actual navigating the programs and all of the technical stuff that I sometimes have a problem with. Speaking of designing stuff, I have been playing around with a lot of stuff in Illustrator lately. I wish I could get paid to just make cute things all day - someday I hope. Someday I want to be able to design stationary and scrapbook stuff. I want to design my own collection of fabric. I pretty much want to be able to pay my bills while just making pretty things all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been really liking the projects I've been working on lately. I've posted a few things on my flickr account and gotten some nice comments. I was hesitant to post anything for people to look at because I know my illustrator skills aren't even close to being sort of good - I've been doing it less than two months but I feel like I've learned a lot in a pretty short amount of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some projects I finished up tonight for a craft swap I'm participating in. Im picking up the prints tomorrow and they will be matted and framed - I hope she likes them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SMn-Lb-IVXI/AAAAAAAAAPI/1k7THBSvnxo/s1600-h/owlwithtreev2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SMn-Lb-IVXI/AAAAAAAAAPI/1k7THBSvnxo/s200/owlwithtreev2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245002713490019698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SMn-TCcg2dI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vbpkDRibKDM/s1600-h/owlwithtree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SMn-TCcg2dI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vbpkDRibKDM/s200/owlwithtree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245002844077087186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are meant to be displayed      side by side like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to look at any of the other silly things I've been doing you can see them on my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11536913@N07/"&gt;flickr.&lt;/a&gt; I also put up a bunch of photos on Flickr that I took for my sister Wendy and her fiance for their wedding invitations. A lot of them were taken in front of the Nightmare on 13th Haunted House in SLC and I really like how they turned out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-3461943568125899190?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3461943568125899190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=3461943568125899190&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/3461943568125899190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/3461943568125899190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/wishing-i-was-already-grown-up.html' title='Wishing I was already a grown up.'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SMn-Lb-IVXI/AAAAAAAAAPI/1k7THBSvnxo/s72-c/owlwithtreev2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-462752471167372236</id><published>2008-09-03T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T15:37:01.340-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='its funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics shmolitics'/><title type='text'>muahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SL8RZkMVwJI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LEYbI3wNzbc/s1600-h/jeneau__oPt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SL8RZkMVwJI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LEYbI3wNzbc/s400/jeneau__oPt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241927622192382098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a lonnnng crappy day at school this totally cheered me up.&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/3599221512881649740-462752471167372236?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/462752471167372236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=462752471167372236&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/462752471167372236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/462752471167372236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/muahaha.html' title='muahaha'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SL8RZkMVwJI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LEYbI3wNzbc/s72-c/jeneau__oPt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-7876584286462812517</id><published>2008-08-18T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T20:45:19.647-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craplists.'/><title type='text'>Nothing of Any Importance.</title><content type='html'>Kelly got eliminated from project runway. This makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have re-discovered my love of Dr. Mario and I RULE at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart conversations with Maddie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lora is the best Grandma Georgina ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to see my brother Joe tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is kicking my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendships seem to be fading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to fly away to Boston and see family out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helping my mom clean out her garage is HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitty Litter sucks up spilled oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic on the west side BLOWS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neat paper store up on Highland had no owl paper. Must steal Aimee's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I still enjoyed stealing stuff from my big sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be working.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-7876584286462812517?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7876584286462812517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=7876584286462812517&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/7876584286462812517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/7876584286462812517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/08/nothing-of-any-importance.html' title='Nothing of Any Importance.'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-4412337432738878683</id><published>2008-08-03T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T15:34:09.136-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project Runway'/><title type='text'>Project Runway Episode #2 and #3</title><content type='html'>School is kicking my bum so I didn't have time during last week to post anything about the second epis&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SJYw98agQSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/J4ThQWwmkB4/s1600-h/rate_runway_13_502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SJYw98agQSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/J4ThQWwmkB4/s200/rate_runway_13_502.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230421857984856354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ode so I'm doing a 2 for 1 post! I really liked episode #2, I liked the organic-green fabric aspect of the challenge and for the most part I thought everyones dresses were really pretty - except for the dress that won! I was not feeling &lt;a href="http://www.bravotv.com/Project_Runway/season/5/bios/bios.php?designer=suede"&gt;Suede's&lt;/a&gt; dress at all. It wasn't all that flattering and the fit on the back was bad. Sure, he definitely put a lot of thought and time into it but I can work on something for 24 hours straight - doesn't mean that it will be pretty! The tutu-ballerina  look has been done a million times (even by me!) and &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SJYxFLpYo-I/AAAAAAAAAOo/cBJEWdDGins/s1600-h/rate_runway_09_502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SJYxFLpYo-I/AAAAAAAAAOo/cBJEWdDGins/s200/rate_runway_09_502.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230421982332888034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it didn't strike me as a pretty cocktail dress at all.&lt;br /&gt;I thought &lt;a href="http://www.bravotv.com/Project_Runway/season/5/bios/bios.php?designer=kenley"&gt;Kendel's&lt;/a&gt; dress should have won - she came in second and her dress was gorgeous and fit like a glove. I loved the big collar and the color - everything about it was perfect. Wesley got eliminated and i was totallllly ok with that - his dress was bad and he was one of the only designers that I felt treated his model rudely for the fabric she picked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winner: Suede&lt;br /&gt;Sent Home: Wesley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did they get it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Episode 3 was really interesting to watch - I love the challenges when they send them on field trips and they get to find their own inspiration for that are making. This episode was more half and half w&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SJYxLqK_fyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ZUMXKIM_Xwc/s1600-h/rate_runway_kenley_503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SJYxLqK_fyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ZUMXKIM_Xwc/s200/rate_runway_kenley_503.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230422093606125346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here the dresses that were good - were really good and the bad.. were bad.  There were quite a few that I really loved. If I had to pick a most favorite (ok I lied - I have two favorites!) would be &lt;a href="http://www.bravotv.com/Project_Runway/season/5/bios/bios.php?designer=kenley"&gt;Kenley's&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.bravotv.com/Project_Runway/season/5/bios/bios.php?designer=kelli"&gt;Kelli's.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenley's dress was really interesting and pretty. It seemed like had she changed even one thing it could have ended up really badly but everything was perfect and I liked how Kelli's had a perfect mix of so many different materials from sweater knit to leather but it all fit together perfectly. There were a lot that I didn't like but I think the worst were were &lt;a href="http://www.bravotv.com/Project_Runway/season/5/bios/bios.php?designer=emily"&gt;Emily's&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.bravotv.com/Project_Runway/season/5/bios/bios.php?designer=keith"&gt;Keith's. &lt;/a&gt;They were both really bad but in different ways. Emily's dress could have turned out a lot better if the placement of the crazy ruffles were different - she put them in the weirdest spot possible but the black dress underneath seemed sewn well and fit nicely. I can't think of anything that could have saved Keith's dress and I completely agree with Micheal Kors when he said it looked like "toilet paper caught in a windstorm". It was shapeless and honestly, where would A&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SJYxTY6ZDXI/AAAAAAAAAO4/OrvJ4TiqIZA/s1600-h/rate_runway_keith_504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SJYxTY6ZDXI/AAAAAAAAAO4/OrvJ4TiqIZA/s200/rate_runway_keith_504.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230422226412047730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NYONE wear that dress?? I was shocked when Keith was in and Emily was out.. because while both dresses were bad, Emily's dress was a little less bad and with a little bit of editing could have been wearable - what would have helped Keith's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winner: Kenley&lt;br /&gt;Sent Home: Emily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did they get it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, half right! Emily should have stayed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-4412337432738878683?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4412337432738878683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=4412337432738878683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/4412337432738878683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/4412337432738878683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/08/project-runway-episode-2-and-3.html' title='Project Runway Episode #2 and #3'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SJYw98agQSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/J4ThQWwmkB4/s72-c/rate_runway_13_502.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-1636133337151620118</id><published>2008-07-21T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T12:08:47.943-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='when stupid people talk'/><title type='text'>Brooke HOgan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SITeqYxAciI/AAAAAAAAAOY/jxRgn7EAAv0/s1600-h/brooke-hogan-performs-stage-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SITeqYxAciI/AAAAAAAAAOY/jxRgn7EAAv0/s400/brooke-hogan-performs-stage-08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225546287440491042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"You know what? I am actually not that much into voting. I think it’s kinda crazy that a woman is running, because I think that women deal with a lot of emotions and menopause and PMS and stuff. Like, I’m so moody all the time, I know I couldn’t be able to run a country, ‘cause I’d be crying one day and yelling at people the next day, ya know?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Brooke Hogan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-1636133337151620118?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1636133337151620118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=1636133337151620118&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/1636133337151620118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/1636133337151620118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/brooke-hogan.html' title='Brooke HOgan.'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SITeqYxAciI/AAAAAAAAAOY/jxRgn7EAAv0/s72-c/brooke-hogan-performs-stage-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-3070206309703596534</id><published>2008-07-19T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T14:41:58.315-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project Runway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design crap'/><title type='text'>Project Runway Episode #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SIJeU-NBAmI/AAAAAAAAAOI/eKRZOUDYtok/s1600-h/wat_they_wore_kelli_501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SIJeU-NBAmI/AAAAAAAAAOI/eKRZOUDYtok/s200/wat_they_wore_kelli_501.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224842232091181666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got around to watching the newest season of Project Runway's premiere episode and it definitely was not a disappointment! Its probably my favorite show on television!  I have a tendency to pick favorites right off the bat, pretty much based on looks and the first few clips of their portfolio they show. Last year my favorites were Sweet Pea, Christian and Kat. This year I think my favorites are &lt;a href="http://www.bravotv.com/Project_Runway/season/5/bios/bios.php?designer=kelli"&gt;Kelli&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.bravotv.com/Project_Runway/season/5/bios/bios.php?designer=leanne"&gt;Leanne&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.bravotv.com/Project_Runway/season/5/bios/bios.php?designer=emily"&gt;Emily. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of the guys grabbed my attention at all. I thought the blue plastic cup dress, while yes, sure it was innovative due to being made out of plastic cups.. was a little over rated by the judges. It really wasn't an exceptional looking dress. Had it been made out of blue fabric it would have been considered boring and ill fitting I think. I was excited to see what Keith would come up with.. because he's the first person representin' from the SLC on the show, but his dress totally fell short too.. so many people used table cloths but at least the girls were smart enough to use solid colore&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SIJea8w8_EI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Gj0qTs8zIiQ/s1600-h/rate_runway_15_501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SIJea8w8_EI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Gj0qTs8zIiQ/s200/rate_runway_15_501.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224842334784257090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d ones so it at least looked like fabric  and not a checkered tablecloth.. then all of the fishnet he added.. egh, i just didn't get it and the fact that he called it the most "sexy" dress out of them all was kind of funny. There is nothing sexy about a checkered tablecloth. Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite ended up being the winner! Kelli made a rad dress out of vacuum cleaner bags. Everything about her dress was creative and innovative and she was one of the few designers that made me curious about her future creations. Kelli is seriously amazing, I have been following her work for over 5 years.. we were both in the LBG group, It was a small group of designers that mostly sold on ebay and she is definitely an inspiration..  She started out selling her stuff on ebay and now look at her! It kind of makes me feel like I can do it too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winner: Kelli&lt;br /&gt;Sent Home: Jerry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did they get it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fo sho'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-3070206309703596534?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3070206309703596534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=3070206309703596534&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/3070206309703596534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/3070206309703596534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/project-runway-episode-1.html' title='Project Runway Episode #1'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SIJeU-NBAmI/AAAAAAAAAOI/eKRZOUDYtok/s72-c/wat_they_wore_kelli_501.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-1965629591984998869</id><published>2008-07-18T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T22:51:37.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>I Love You, BITCH!</title><content type='html'>This is one of the best youtube videos i have seen in quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aW_ZuKCjGD8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aW_ZuKCjGD8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-1965629591984998869?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1965629591984998869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=1965629591984998869&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/1965629591984998869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/1965629591984998869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-you-bitch.html' title='I Love You, BITCH!'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-4429853750468869610</id><published>2008-07-08T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T10:42:57.125-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafty'/><title type='text'>Giving Birth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SHOm7mTUoxI/AAAAAAAAAOA/HBSJ866mcwI/s1600-h/clutch2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SHOm7mTUoxI/AAAAAAAAAOA/HBSJ866mcwI/s200/clutch2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220699935876621074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SHOm2mn1rMI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KTgGCSYfvC8/s1600-h/clutch1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SHOm2mn1rMI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KTgGCSYfvC8/s200/clutch1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220699850063326402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Sewing is weird. Everything is so ugly on the inside but the outside is pretty and looks effortless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part is when you turn the ugliness inside out and it's almost like it gives birth to this cute thing thats been growing on the inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-4429853750468869610?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4429853750468869610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=4429853750468869610&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/4429853750468869610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/4429853750468869610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/giving-birth.html' title='Giving Birth.'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SHOm7mTUoxI/AAAAAAAAAOA/HBSJ866mcwI/s72-c/clutch2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-4809131813998035721</id><published>2008-07-07T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T15:32:03.295-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thrift store scores'/><title type='text'>Pretty Cups.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SHKYqgrrxFI/AAAAAAAAANw/y9AcQiF2Jqs/s1600-h/cup1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SHKYqgrrxFI/AAAAAAAAANw/y9AcQiF2Jqs/s320/cup1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220402774170911826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found four of these beauties on my last thrift store excursion. They are amber tinted with the perfect shade of orange flowers all over. When I saw them I instantly fell in love and they are getting my kitchen 4 glasses closer to being completely vintage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-4809131813998035721?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4809131813998035721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=4809131813998035721&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/4809131813998035721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/4809131813998035721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/pretty-cups.html' title='Pretty Cups.'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SHKYqgrrxFI/AAAAAAAAANw/y9AcQiF2Jqs/s72-c/cup1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-3170403652900184309</id><published>2008-07-06T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T15:58:46.297-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidayness'/><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SHFNuQ41gqI/AAAAAAAAANo/6vm0b9_NQWw/s1600-h/fire14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SHFNuQ41gqI/AAAAAAAAANo/6vm0b9_NQWw/s320/fire14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220038900301791906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For not really caring about this particular holiday I actually had a pretty enjoyable 4th of July weekend and its not even completely over yet. I would have liked to spend the holiday with my whole family.. but even though that didn't pan out, the portion of my family that I did get to see made it all better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and I went down to my dad's house. He made really delicious food in a dutch oven and gave Chris a lengthy lesson on dutch ovens which in turn has sparked an interest in Chris and he thinks we should get one and cook our meals during the summer with it. I like stoves - they are fast and don't involve burning oil onto big heavy pot things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of my time just taking pictures of the cute kids running around. It came time to do fireworks and the whole neighborhood is going to hell for lighting off so many illegal fireworks! Very funny that a whole neighborhood of mormons were enjoying breaking the law.. while drinking caffeine-free soda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see more of the pictures just check out my flickr.. Im leaving to go spend the evening with my favorite girls in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-3170403652900184309?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3170403652900184309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=3170403652900184309&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/3170403652900184309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/3170403652900184309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SHFNuQ41gqI/AAAAAAAAANo/6vm0b9_NQWw/s72-c/fire14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-8387862937501905450</id><published>2008-07-05T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T15:14:02.488-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my crush on david archuleta is not a joke'/><title type='text'>Aww.. &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Today has been a little crappy. I feel kinda down and frustrated with a lot of things. Im trying to shake it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching this video helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zt-i3WqECfo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zt-i3WqECfo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much can't watch it and not smile. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-8387862937501905450?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8387862937501905450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=8387862937501905450&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/8387862937501905450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/8387862937501905450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/aww-3.html' title='Aww.. &lt;3'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-4905528698643237498</id><published>2008-07-02T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T18:24:54.189-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my garden'/><title type='text'>Garden Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SGwo7-rz7CI/AAAAAAAAANg/8JXGTVN1cME/s1600-h/garden5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SGwo7-rz7CI/AAAAAAAAANg/8JXGTVN1cME/s320/garden5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218591079119711266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SGwoMjgWlnI/AAAAAAAAANA/ulRK7PNx55c/s1600-h/garden1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SGwoMjgWlnI/AAAAAAAAANA/ulRK7PNx55c/s320/garden1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218590264370042482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SGwoSAkaYGI/AAAAAAAAANI/XUgdWjPPi8s/s1600-h/garden2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SGwoSAkaYGI/AAAAAAAAANI/XUgdWjPPi8s/s320/garden2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218590358071042146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SGwoXgXlpLI/AAAAAAAAANQ/JkEWF4czK2c/s1600-h/garden3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SGwoXgXlpLI/AAAAAAAAANQ/JkEWF4czK2c/s320/garden3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218590452506535090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SGwoePMtLRI/AAAAAAAAANY/Qq2ohD7xGxg/s1600-h/garden4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SGwoePMtLRI/AAAAAAAAANY/Qq2ohD7xGxg/s320/garden4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218590568156572946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our garden is doing soooo good, for the most part. If I had known what I know now.. I would have done a few things differently but for being the first garden I've ever grown I'm pretty pleased! The empty spot is where we planted cantelopes and watermelon but they both died for some reason.  I had no idea that squash and zucchini plants grew as big as they did so they are all squeezed in with each other and are getting bigger by the day! They have almost overgrown my pumpkin and my onions are hidden within the zucchini leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still have to find some tomato posts, Chris tried to go to Lowes and get some but the lady there pretty much acted like he was retarded for not already having them and they were sold out. We have to find some soon though because I think our tomatoes are getting to the point that they really need them. I hope our corn produces something, I've heard from a few people that corn dosn't do well unless there is a ton of it. The corn plants are growing tall and look great but I guess we will have to wait and see!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-4905528698643237498?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4905528698643237498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=4905528698643237498&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/4905528698643237498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/4905528698643237498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/garden-update.html' title='Garden Update!'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SGwo7-rz7CI/AAAAAAAAANg/8JXGTVN1cME/s72-c/garden5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-5817583033342708817</id><published>2008-06-29T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T20:57:23.430-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my family is better than yours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Straight Outta Compton! Or the Mountains.. whatevs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SGhXIyUxljI/AAAAAAAAAM4/LO0J6gMaU84/s1600-h/camp37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SGhXIyUxljI/AAAAAAAAAM4/LO0J6gMaU84/s400/camp37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217515976768198194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That picture pretty sums up the most recent camping trip. No, just jokes. It really was a great time, mostly due to the fact that my awesome friend &lt;a href="http://melliferouspants.wordpress.com/"&gt;Maddie&lt;/a&gt; came along for the fun! We were awesome and drove up just the two of us in my brothers truck and brought two big ass dirt bikes in the bed  up into the mountains vagina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well its only 13 miles into the mountain but half of it is really fucked up dirt with rocks and a straight up cliff style drop off one one side that apparently 16 year old boys that drive jeeps that they really can't drive and Dodge Neons navigate up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both stories (the dumb boy driver, and neon) are really to stupid and long  to even repeat. Pretty much, us girls rule and kicked that mountains ass. TWICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoked too many cigarettes, enjoyed lots of applefuntimegoodness, had really good almost therapeutic conversations with a rad girl, built the fire all by myself, had magical moments in the forest, was cold, was hot, almost annihilated my hymen, and fed Cuz lots of dog treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camping &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RULES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-5817583033342708817?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5817583033342708817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=5817583033342708817&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/5817583033342708817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/5817583033342708817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/straight-outta-compton-or-mountains.html' title='Straight Outta Compton! Or the Mountains.. whatevs.'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SGhXIyUxljI/AAAAAAAAAM4/LO0J6gMaU84/s72-c/camp37.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-5553856998720323122</id><published>2008-06-27T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T00:33:25.142-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad bastard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camping'/><title type='text'>Troubles Melt Like Lemondrops.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica;"&gt;Some day I'll wish upon a star&lt;br /&gt; And wake up where the clouds are far behind me&lt;br /&gt; Where troubles melt like lemondrops&lt;br /&gt; Away above the chimney tops&lt;br /&gt; That's where you'll find me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;But since that place doesn't really exist I'm going into the mountains for the weekend. Hope I return with some clarity and a peaceful mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;And lots of funny drunk pictures.&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/3599221512881649740-5553856998720323122?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5553856998720323122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=5553856998720323122&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/5553856998720323122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/5553856998720323122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/troubles-melt-like-lemondrops.html' title='Troubles Melt Like Lemondrops.'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-2679741008176357313</id><published>2008-06-25T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T13:26:35.278-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FTW'/><title type='text'>Someone put me out of my misery...</title><content type='html'>Timeline of my morning/afternoon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wake up with horrible.. HORRIBLE headache.&lt;br /&gt;Smoke a cigarette that makes me want to vomit.&lt;br /&gt;Drive to Starbucks and get a quad Americano.&lt;br /&gt;Come home, take 3 excedrin.&lt;br /&gt;Drink Americano and a bottle of water.&lt;br /&gt;Take 3 more excedrin and another bottle of water.&lt;br /&gt;Lay down and fall asleep for 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Wake up, HEADACHE IS STILL FUCKING HERE.&lt;br /&gt;Take 4 ibuprofen and another bottle of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headache still here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-2679741008176357313?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2679741008176357313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=2679741008176357313&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/2679741008176357313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/2679741008176357313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/someone-put-me-out-of-my-misery.html' title='Someone put me out of my misery...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-440250512705793834</id><published>2008-06-22T18:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T18:23:05.706-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>Is the internet trying to tell me something?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SF761v_xgXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/IU3fRXhjvWY/s1600-h/churchdating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SF761v_xgXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/IU3fRXhjvWY/s400/churchdating.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214881219865575794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-440250512705793834?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/440250512705793834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=440250512705793834&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/440250512705793834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/440250512705793834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/is-internet-trying-to-tell-me-something.html' title='Is the internet trying to tell me something?'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SF761v_xgXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/IU3fRXhjvWY/s72-c/churchdating.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-1160729787162079914</id><published>2008-06-20T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T23:14:01.262-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafty'/><title type='text'>The evolution of making a creepy cute bag.</title><content type='html'>I'm participating in a few craft swaps right now on craftster (no more Archuleta to consume my time every week.. so I've gone back to crafting!) and one that I'm doing is the "Cute + Doomy" swap. Last night I decided to work on a bag.. it wasn't really planned out I just added stuff as I went but i really like how it turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the process.. in pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SFvcd6d9IjI/AAAAAAAAALY/5gEH0ljkX08/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SFvcd6d9IjI/AAAAAAAAALY/5gEH0ljkX08/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214003400080695858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SFvcmYwN2xI/AAAAAAAAALg/J3ly1uX_tlU/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SFvcmYwN2xI/AAAAAAAAALg/J3ly1uX_tlU/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214003545649306386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SFvcsc3Ig6I/AAAAAAAAALo/ninNv6O4cQc/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SFvcsc3Ig6I/AAAAAAAAALo/ninNv6O4cQc/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214003649831273378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SFvc05UuWJI/AAAAAAAAALw/wROMzqew5WI/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SFvc05UuWJI/AAAAAAAAALw/wROMzqew5WI/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214003794910533778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SFvdBqW_TTI/AAAAAAAAAL4/chdsHr6z6Mw/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SFvdBqW_TTI/AAAAAAAAAL4/chdsHr6z6Mw/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214004014231801138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SFvdLcR74JI/AAAAAAAAAMA/-25eC-uh2A0/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SFvdLcR74JI/AAAAAAAAAMA/-25eC-uh2A0/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214004182251200658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SFvdSbGws5I/AAAAAAAAAMI/AtbeqqUUyCM/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SFvdSbGws5I/AAAAAAAAAMI/AtbeqqUUyCM/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214004302194979730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SFvf3mSJ7qI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Rg2Qiq_V2vw/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SFvf3mSJ7qI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Rg2Qiq_V2vw/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214007139873975970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SFvfoSZzdQI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/qL3Yy7wuMp8/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SFvfoSZzdQI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/qL3Yy7wuMp8/s320/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214006876839310594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SFvgA9hq9SI/AAAAAAAAAMg/NSU30tHPPIg/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SFvgA9hq9SI/AAAAAAAAAMg/NSU30tHPPIg/s320/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214007300731893026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SFvgNx7j8YI/AAAAAAAAAMo/SZIQ3T1RLoo/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SFvgNx7j8YI/AAAAAAAAAMo/SZIQ3T1RLoo/s320/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214007520957559170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I finished it and I still felt like something was missing so I added the pink Ric Rak and it really pulled it all together.. and besides.. EVERYTHING is better with some Ric Rak!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SFvcI2hCPeI/AAAAAAAAALA/g8MHUuUyvK0/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-1160729787162079914?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1160729787162079914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=1160729787162079914&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/1160729787162079914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/1160729787162079914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/evolution-of-making-creepy-cute-bag.html' title='The evolution of making a creepy cute bag.'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SFvcd6d9IjI/AAAAAAAAALY/5gEH0ljkX08/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-6077169660512084424</id><published>2008-06-19T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T09:21:56.969-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music i like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sisters rule'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getting old makes you do weird things.'/><title type='text'>Never Grow Up.. Never Fall in Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SFsSe0SIb-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/kIDPKOLKUb4/s1600-h/51nmD6AsXrL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SFsSe0SIb-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/kIDPKOLKUb4/s400/51nmD6AsXrL._SS500_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213781314251550690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I really never thought I would ever, EVER say this.. but the new Alkaline Trio is pretty close to horrible. Maybe its not horrible.. but its not good. Not even a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been having an over a decade long love affair with this band and this album is almost heart breaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If I had to pick only one thing that made them amazing.. it would be the lyrics. They have written some amazing songs with  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;lyrical gems like "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;and maybe i'll catch fire. something warm to hold me, something pure to burn away the darkness that hides inside my mind."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He likes to spill all of his guts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; On the top of a well stocked bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And then swallow them bit by bit remembering every scar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; As a valid reason for every drink"&lt;/span&gt; or how about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'm dying tomorrow, Did I do it right Did I remember to sleep in, Take lots of pills or Commit irreversible sins."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I could write down words from their songs for hours.. and I can think back to a certain point in time.. being drunk, or sad or even really fucking happy and being so glad that I had their music to listen to. The memories they have given me are priceless but even beyond that.. The Alkaline Trio have been somewhat of a bonding thing between me and my sisters. I think they are the only band that all three of us absolutely love and we all get the same sick tingle when we listen to them. I have so many sister-memories involving them.. from the time i played "Fuck you Aurora" in Rand's bookroom for Aimee to hear.. or when Aimee and I waited outside their bus like little fangirls just to be able to say Hi! to them and I still remember the heartfelt thing Aimee said to Dan about his songs. I remember driving to Cali for my birthday and fucking rocking out so hard with Wendy.. sweating and screaming along. Someday I will see to it that we really do get sister-tattoo's involving the whole "mishaps always happen in three's" idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think all of that is why this new album is depressing me! There are no lines to fawn over. Not once did I hit the back button because I just had to hear that again.. in fact, I hit the forward button more than once. Their previous album Crimson almost left me speechless and this new one is making my mouth verbally vomit. I just hold those two boys to such high standards that writing songs with lyrics like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;" Love Love Kiss Kiss Bla Bla Bla" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; And I feel a miracle, In every breath that I breathe, Won't let this miracle, End in tragedy "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; is just not acceptable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I guess they aren't boys anymore.  They grew up and fell in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-6077169660512084424?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6077169660512084424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=6077169660512084424&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/6077169660512084424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/6077169660512084424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/never-grow-up-never-fall-in-love.html' title='Never Grow Up.. Never Fall in Love.'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SFsSe0SIb-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/kIDPKOLKUb4/s72-c/51nmD6AsXrL._SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-6646896671021584254</id><published>2008-06-18T13:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T13:47:39.408-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work crap'/><title type='text'>Real vs. Pretend</title><content type='html'>I used a mannequin to model all of my stuff for &lt;a href="http://shop.ebay.com/merchant/dropdeaddiy"&gt;ebay&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.dropdead.etsy.com"&gt;etsy&lt;/a&gt; this week and I really like how the pictures came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a customers point of view I would be interested in finding out what is more visually appealing. A lot of people say they like clothing to be modeled on a real person so they can judge the fit and compare sizing but I have also heard the opposite and people don't want to buy clothes already worn by someone.. even if it was only for a minute or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think, which picture would make you want to buy the shirt more.. or not at all.. whatever..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SFlzlklkFZI/AAAAAAAAAKk/zOLE4i1xpLQ/s1600-h/guitars1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SFlzlklkFZI/AAAAAAAAAKk/zOLE4i1xpLQ/s320/guitars1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213325132971644306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SFlz1qTYdxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/sdcVyniWkYY/s1600-h/whitestripes1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SFlz1qTYdxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/sdcVyniWkYY/s320/whitestripes1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213325409383905042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-6646896671021584254?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6646896671021584254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=6646896671021584254&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/6646896671021584254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/6646896671021584254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/real-vs-pretend.html' title='Real vs. Pretend'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SFlzlklkFZI/AAAAAAAAAKk/zOLE4i1xpLQ/s72-c/guitars1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-8245349670074202065</id><published>2008-06-18T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T14:13:54.998-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music i like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my obsession with cheesy pop culture things is for real dude'/><title type='text'>I can't escape the achey breaky family!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SFk9RZR-_9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/AwpXs3qTEM8/s1600-h/2490779824_f9f7627395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SFk9RZR-_9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/AwpXs3qTEM8/s320/2490779824_f9f7627395.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213265412711448530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just heard this really awesome band,  &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/metrostation"&gt;Metro Station&lt;/a&gt;.  Seriously one of the best albums I've heard in a while, synth pop-electro-punk rock and the singer is gorrrgeous. So pretty in fact that I decided I needed to find out more about him.. Turns out, his name is Trace Cyrus and HE IS MILEY CYRUS' BIG BROTHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the!? Billy Ray Cyrus' son is this tattooed punk rock kid? It kinda makes me like that whole family a little more, which is scary because I already really like Miley Cyrus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SFk96VAyWZI/AAAAAAAAAKU/57xkSi5oKgA/s1600-h/GAS1022403_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SFk96VAyWZI/AAAAAAAAAKU/57xkSi5oKgA/s320/GAS1022403_007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213266115940211090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All silliness aside you should really go download some Metro Station.. you won't last more than about 2 minutes before your ass starts shaking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-8245349670074202065?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8245349670074202065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=8245349670074202065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/8245349670074202065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/8245349670074202065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-cant-escape-achey-breaky-family.html' title='I can&apos;t escape the achey breaky family!'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SFk9RZR-_9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/AwpXs3qTEM8/s72-c/2490779824_f9f7627395.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-3066980142593184105</id><published>2008-06-16T15:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T15:08:19.089-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pyrex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>new pyrex!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SFbjG5l14JI/AAAAAAAAAKE/vNU67GZ1R0g/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SFbjG5l14JI/AAAAAAAAAKE/vNU67GZ1R0g/s400/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212603326406189202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy when I found this particular pyrex at savers about a week ago. Its a pattern that has always eluded me.. until now! Its called the "friendship" pattern and I have always wanted a piece from that collection. I want more of course, but to at least find one proves that there must be more out there too. That same trip to savers I found another really obscure pyrex bowl but I haven't taken a picture of it.  Viva Pyrex!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-3066980142593184105?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3066980142593184105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=3066980142593184105&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/3066980142593184105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/3066980142593184105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-pyrex.html' title='new pyrex!'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SFbjG5l14JI/AAAAAAAAAKE/vNU67GZ1R0g/s72-c/017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-7499160582089301812</id><published>2008-06-14T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T13:32:09.555-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my family is better than yours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics shmolitics'/><title type='text'>"Lets scare the shit out of white America"</title><content type='html'>I just got a text from my dad asking me if i had youtubed "Barack the Magic Negro"... I hadn't, so of course I went and looked it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty. Fucking. Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qvXz2xaLNMQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qvXz2xaLNMQ&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-7499160582089301812?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7499160582089301812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=7499160582089301812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/7499160582089301812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/7499160582089301812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/lets-scare-shit-out-of-white-america.html' title='&quot;Lets scare the shit out of white America&quot;'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-3362784256718686920</id><published>2008-06-14T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T12:31:36.246-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sisters rule'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yuck'/><title type='text'>Definition of Disturbing.</title><content type='html'>The definition of disturbing is finding your sisters undies in your brothers truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least said brother has been letting a male friend drive his truck.. but that still means my sister is a hoskank... haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-3362784256718686920?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3362784256718686920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=3362784256718686920&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/3362784256718686920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/3362784256718686920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/definition-of-disturbing.html' title='Definition of Disturbing.'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-1124970505184274955</id><published>2008-06-12T11:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T11:46:39.012-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my family is better than yours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sisters rule'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Don't Mess with a girl with a gun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SFFsTIUpQII/AAAAAAAAAJs/wPnfL2HjZJw/s1600-h/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SFFsTIUpQII/AAAAAAAAAJs/wPnfL2HjZJw/s320/060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211065319751762050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last sunday was Lo's birthday party. Her parties are always fun and interesting. The only small children that are ever there are one that are related.. last year it was the half english half russian speaking dau&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SFFutm1JFsI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3tBQ1ldCr8Y/s1600-h/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SFFutm1JFsI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3tBQ1ldCr8Y/s200/057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211067973640984258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ghter of my brother Doug. She is cute but I really can't understand what she says. This year, Scott and Sophie brought their son Luke - cutest kid EVER. Even when he thought the party was for him and he should help Lora tear the paper off each present. Still, the adult to child ratio.. at a childs birthday party always makes me laugh. Our adopted sisters &lt;a href="http://www.sarahnielson.com/"&gt;Sa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sarahnielson.com/"&gt;rah&lt;/a&gt; and&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://melliferouspants.wordpress.com/"&gt;Maddie &lt;/a&gt;both came too, but I think they were just mostly there for the cupcakes. Once the grown ups left I had to start the water war that Lora had been wanting. I thought I had come prepared to be victorious.. I had a ton of water balloons and a big squirt gun but little did I kn&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SFFtmbgojCI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/nTR3P097NYA/s1600-h/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SFFtmbgojCI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/nTR3P097NYA/s200/051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211066750831463458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ow that Aimee had just armed Jon with a huge, high pressure, if you get squirted with it, it hurts water gun. Game over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see the rest of the birthday party pictures just head over to my flickr.. link box on the right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-1124970505184274955?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1124970505184274955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=1124970505184274955&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/1124970505184274955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/1124970505184274955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/dont-mess-with-girl-with-gun.html' title='Don&apos;t Mess with a girl with a gun.'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SFFsTIUpQII/AAAAAAAAAJs/wPnfL2HjZJw/s72-c/060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-7186816875426162605</id><published>2008-06-10T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T08:45:34.117-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my family is better than yours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camping'/><title type='text'>Camping!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SE6hPEdAx-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/WuYjHRSRTto/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SE6hPEdAx-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/WuYjHRSRTto/s320/032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210279099179780066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend a bunch of us went camping up Mt Timpanogos. It was super fun except for it being like 15 degrees at night. I wasn't aware that it would be so cold up there so I was definitely not prepared! I should have stolen one of the dogs to sleep in my sleeping bag with me to keep me warm. The second night I was so cold that I decided to just get up at about 5am and start a fire just to sit next to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of the dogs were surprizingly well behaved! Dopest just sat in one of the chairs close to the fire for hours but everytime any of the boys would take off on the dirt bikes they would go chase after them. Silly dogs..! You can see pictures from my cold camping adventures on my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11536913@N07/sets/72157605529227581/"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-7186816875426162605?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7186816875426162605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=7186816875426162605&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/7186816875426162605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/7186816875426162605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/camping.html' title='Camping!'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SE6hPEdAx-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/WuYjHRSRTto/s72-c/032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-6023042449628520115</id><published>2008-06-09T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T22:46:43.590-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my crush on david archuleta is not a joke'/><title type='text'>Officially Friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SE4VJo0rH6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/cG_oov_0kfQ/s1600-h/archmyspace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SE4VJo0rH6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/cG_oov_0kfQ/s320/archmyspace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210125074235596706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Archie just added me as a friend on myspace! I guess I finally have a good reason to check my myspace more often now.. I just left him a comment, it was short but to the point!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-6023042449628520115?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6023042449628520115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=6023042449628520115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/6023042449628520115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/6023042449628520115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/officially-friends.html' title='Officially Friends!'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SE4VJo0rH6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/cG_oov_0kfQ/s72-c/archmyspace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-7106722732036403645</id><published>2008-06-09T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T17:45:52.425-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time wasters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flickr'/><title type='text'>flickr funtime</title><content type='html'>i stole this from &lt;a href="http://melliferouspants.wordpress.com/"&gt;maddie&lt;/a&gt;.. who stole it from someone else..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its pretty much a neat little mosaic picture made up of your answers to 12 basic questions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SE3OUVcTL1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/xBIRCpg0v2Q/s1600-h/mosaic7772456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SE3OUVcTL1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/xBIRCpg0v2Q/s400/mosaic7772456.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210047192686079826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Go make your own! Its fun and easily kills about 10 minutes of boredom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;a. Type your answer to each of the questions below into &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/search/?q=&amp;amp;w=all"&gt;Flickr Search&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;b. Using only the first page, pick an image.&lt;br /&gt;c. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into &lt;a href="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php"&gt;fd’s mosaic maker&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. What is your first name?&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;3. What high school did you go to?&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;5. Who is your celebrity crush?&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite drink?&lt;br /&gt;7. Dream vacation?&lt;br /&gt;8. Favorite dessert?&lt;br /&gt;9. What you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;10. What do you love most in life?&lt;br /&gt;11. One Word to describe you.&lt;br /&gt;12. Your flickr name.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-7106722732036403645?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7106722732036403645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=7106722732036403645&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/7106722732036403645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/7106722732036403645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/flickr-funtime.html' title='flickr funtime'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SE3OUVcTL1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/xBIRCpg0v2Q/s72-c/mosaic7772456.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-8798473732318880163</id><published>2008-06-03T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T19:02:30.608-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='If you&apos;re gonna scream.. scream with me.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FTW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lameness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my crush on david archuleta is not a joke'/><title type='text'>David Archuleta just broke my heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SEX3PphVreI/AAAAAAAAAI8/jooUT2B2TfI/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SEX3PphVreI/AAAAAAAAAI8/jooUT2B2TfI/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207840392339631586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually the money sucking head honchos at American Idol broke  my heart. Little Archie was going to do a $1 concert/q&amp;amp;a type event at the E center on friday before he heads back to L.A. to start rehearsals for the tour and although there was a verbal agreement that it was ok.. apparently today they changed their minds and said no, he is not allowed to make any public appearances in any city until after the AI tour has passed through that city - so they had to cancel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was beyond excited about this, especially since I probably won't be able to go see him on the AI tour this summer.. Why did they have to mess with me like this!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-8798473732318880163?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8798473732318880163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=8798473732318880163&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/8798473732318880163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/8798473732318880163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/david-archuleta-just-broke-my-heart.html' title='David Archuleta just broke my heart.'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SEX3PphVreI/AAAAAAAAAI8/jooUT2B2TfI/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-2480269585235636746</id><published>2008-05-31T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T12:19:20.169-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thrift store scores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pyrex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Pyrex Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SEGjuS2XDlI/AAAAAAAAAIE/0TRSg5umSfQ/s1600-h/069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SEGjuS2XDlI/AAAAAAAAAIE/0TRSg5umSfQ/s320/069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206622659946155602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took about a month but I finally got it done. My mom gave me these gross old shelves a long time ago, they were off white (or maybe originally just plain white!?) and they had writing on them and they were just really ugly. But they were also free shelves so I gladly accepted them. They were the perfect thing to put all my vintage pyrex on but they were just insanely ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After moving into my new place I decided I wanted to paint them before putting them back into my kitchen, but meanwhile i had about 15 boxes of pyrex just chillin' in my kitchen. Chris and I went to Lowes to pick out the paint, I wanted red but according to Chris, red is trashy and juvenile. Chris - open a design magazine.. red is COOL. But we finally ended up both liking this neat green color. A couple weeks later i finally got it painted and a week after that i started the process of handwashing every peice of pyrex to&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SEGkaC2XDnI/AAAAAAAAAIU/QQVARz9vJEU/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SEGkaC2XDnI/AAAAAAAAAIU/QQVARz9vJEU/s320/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206623411565432434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; finally go home to their newly painted shelves. I have to look through a few more boxes because Im missing a few lids, hence why some of them are resting wonky on some others.. but over all, i think it all looks great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-2480269585235636746?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2480269585235636746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=2480269585235636746&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/2480269585235636746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/2480269585235636746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/pyrex-love.html' title='Pyrex Love.'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SEGjuS2XDlI/AAAAAAAAAIE/0TRSg5umSfQ/s72-c/069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-1793295906344980499</id><published>2008-05-30T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T14:06:53.767-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='If you&apos;re gonna scream.. scream with me.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stores i fucking hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FTW'/><title type='text'>Beans &amp; Brews</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SEBpGi2XDkI/AAAAAAAAAH8/GC5-cwYzbZo/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SEBpGi2XDkI/AAAAAAAAAH8/GC5-cwYzbZo/s320/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206276730395233858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beans &amp;amp; Brews needs to change their name to Beans &amp;amp; We dont care what you really asked for when you ordered because we are just going to make the sickest fucking coffee drink ever and you are going to pay for it and not realize how gross it is until you are halfway home but by then you will be so angry and annoyed you won't even want to bother coming back to yell at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRIED&lt;/span&gt; B&amp;amp;Bs. I really have. I would much rather support a local chain of businesses rather than starbucks, but when Starbucks has at least a tiny bit of consistency and their coffee dosn't make me want to vomit like yours its really hard to give you my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its possible for your beans to make delicious coffee. I worked at a coffee shop on 3rd South when I was 17, and was trained by a higher-up from Beans and Brews. We bought our beans and a lot of equipment from them and they also trained us on how to make the perfect shot of espresso, and my shots of espresso were some of the best many people had ever had. I know that your guidelines and way of doing things can produce a delicious coffee beverage.. so why have I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt;, not even once received a  decent one!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It leads me to the only other conclusion I can think of. You only hire the most inept, rude, know nothing about coffee or working in a coffee shop people you can find, and do not train them at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: Do you like Coffee?&lt;br /&gt;Potential Hire: Ya, like cappuccino's are cool.&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: Have you ever made a pot of coffee before?&lt;br /&gt;Potential Hire: Well, we aren't allowed to drink coffee at home so I've never used a coffee maker..&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: Do you know what espresso is?&lt;br /&gt;Potential Hire: The stuff in the cute little baby mugs??&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: You are HIRED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-1793295906344980499?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1793295906344980499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=1793295906344980499&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/1793295906344980499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/1793295906344980499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/beans-brews.html' title='Beans &amp; Brews'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SEBpGi2XDkI/AAAAAAAAAH8/GC5-cwYzbZo/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-1156069203659350412</id><published>2008-05-27T18:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T18:56:44.216-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music i like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sisters rule'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Mike Ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SDy6Gi2XDjI/AAAAAAAAAH0/t3CdVbntc1I/s1600-h/78237757_b2077b5cf4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SDy6Gi2XDjI/AAAAAAAAAH0/t3CdVbntc1I/s320/78237757_b2077b5cf4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205239890930241074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rockandcookies.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aimee&lt;/a&gt; was kind enough to buy me a ticket and to allow me to tag along with her and Daniel to go see &lt;a href="http://mikeness.com/"&gt;Mike Ness&lt;/a&gt; at The Depot last night. The first act was alright, I could have done without the weird old guy commentary but the tunes were good. Don't people know by now that the only person allowed to perform the old guy kinda funny but kinda not commentary is Mike Ness? When he talks, even though its not funny or profound.. its sexy. When others do it.. not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Ness has gotten old. Its crazy to think that the boy I fell in love with in the Another State of  Mind video is now this aged, heavier, could be my dad.. man. He is still rockin' it though. He puts the same energy into his shows currently as he did a decade ago when I first saw him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ergh.. A Decade? Now I feel old...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-1156069203659350412?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1156069203659350412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=1156069203659350412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/1156069203659350412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/1156069203659350412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/mike-ness.html' title='Mike Ness'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SDy6Gi2XDjI/AAAAAAAAAH0/t3CdVbntc1I/s72-c/78237757_b2077b5cf4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-3427488507711087387</id><published>2008-05-25T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T22:04:47.294-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chrissy Poo'/><title type='text'>mixtapes and sewing fun.</title><content type='html'>Chris just made this cute mixtape for me. It looks all realistic like an actual oldschool mixtape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 430px; height: 350px; text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;embed width="426" height="327" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" name="mixwit_mixtape_8f04fd9a3bbf7af608d0809dcb512454" src="http://www.mixwit.com/flash/widgets/shell.swf" quality="high" wmode="transparent" flashvars="env=embed&amp;amp;widget=8f04fd9a3bbf7af608d0809dcb512454&amp;amp;playlist=459c7358f9f5c951e14ed4a2e8df21eb&amp;amp;vuid=embed" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin: auto;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixwit.com/create?refer=embed"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mixwit.s3.amazonaws.com/public/resources/img/embed/make-a-mixtape.gif" border="0" style="border:0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bT*xJmx*PTEyMTE3Nzc2OTIzNTcmcHQ9MTIxMTc3ODE1MDAzNiZwPTE4NDMzMSZkPSZuPSZnPTE=.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just press baby! But only if you want to listen to about an hour of funny/cute lovey songs. Everything from Ben Lee to Pat Benetar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect thing to listen to tonight while a finish up a &lt;a href="http://www.craftster.org"&gt;craftster&lt;/a&gt; swap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-3427488507711087387?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3427488507711087387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=3427488507711087387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/3427488507711087387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/3427488507711087387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/mixtapes-and-sewing-fun.html' title='mixtapes and sewing fun.'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-1419295380562320367</id><published>2008-05-24T23:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T23:41:15.497-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music i like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my crush on david archuleta is not a joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suzanne is a creep'/><title type='text'>My American Heart</title><content type='html'>While taking a break from mending my achin' archuleta lovin' heart I decided to check out this band I just heard about while watching an episode of the Real World on mtv. Apparently they show the name of the artist whose song they play in the background now. How convenient! They are called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My American Heart&lt;/span&gt; and if you likey whiney over-emotional pop punk than you will LOVE them.. like I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can take a listen right &lt;a href="http://bangbangslc.com/music/02%20Speak%20Low%20If%20You%20Speak%20Love.mp3"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.. This song is called "Speak Low if you Speak Love"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh baby baby drink the poison&lt;br /&gt;We can disappear, away, away from here"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im off to find more music so I dont listen to Archie on repeat anymore. Wendy came over last night and she looked genuinely concerned about me and this Archobsession so Im trying to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SDkJOi2XDiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/qneHRvtRKyo/s1600-h/normal_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SDkJOi2XDiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/qneHRvtRKyo/s320/normal_8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204200989880946210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or just &lt;a href="http://bangbangslc.com/music/David%20Archuleta%20-%20Stand%20By%20Me.mp3"&gt;listen&lt;/a&gt; to one more Archie song.. his rendition of Stand be Me is amazinggggg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-1419295380562320367?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1419295380562320367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=1419295380562320367&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/1419295380562320367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/1419295380562320367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/httpbangbangslc.html' title='My American Heart'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SDkJOi2XDiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/qneHRvtRKyo/s72-c/normal_8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-7025796720306580173</id><published>2008-05-22T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T12:48:26.371-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my crush on david archuleta is not a joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>wow, I really suck.</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe how emotionally invested I was in American Idol this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not an Idol fanatic, in fact the only time I ever watched it was a few episodes 5 years ago in season 2. In december I would have told you that American Idol is for weird little tween fangirls and closeted middle age homosexuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching the news on fox one night and they showed a clip about this kid from utah who made it to the finals for American Idol and soon as I heard him sing, I became completely infatuated with him and voice. His singing is incredible and as corny as it may sound, he really touches me and i feel happy when I listen to him. I can't wait for him to be done with that show and be able to do his own songs. He is a singer and a songwriter and some of the music he has written is incredible. Its like this soulful bright eyes meets john mayer.. soft and mellow and really pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should watch this video, you will understand the Archie love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5ee3513cc5bac425" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5ee3513cc5bac425%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331696512%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1EFC943B0690C8C4AA5043AB54D70B0753AFB9D7.346AC1B99085F9F97E311FA21D82D5CE52C80D64%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5ee3513cc5bac425%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2gilVzA6alkTQSiLVxTM2IuhW_o&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5ee3513cc5bac425%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331696512%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1EFC943B0690C8C4AA5043AB54D70B0753AFB9D7.346AC1B99085F9F97E311FA21D82D5CE52C80D64%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5ee3513cc5bac425%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2gilVzA6alkTQSiLVxTM2IuhW_o&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-7025796720306580173?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5ee3513cc5bac425&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7025796720306580173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=7025796720306580173&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/7025796720306580173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/7025796720306580173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/wow-i-really-suck.html' title='wow, I really suck.'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-6543412332694628019</id><published>2008-05-05T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T22:03:38.744-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my crush on david archuleta is not a joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suzanne is a creep'/><title type='text'>Its getting worse...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SB_l9g-zHgI/AAAAAAAAAHk/o9AVnr69vDk/s1600-h/repaint1115c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SB_l9g-zHgI/AAAAAAAAAHk/o9AVnr69vDk/s320/repaint1115c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197125339996954114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SB_lgQ-zHfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/mXYSdEWaA_c/s1600-h/repaint1115d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SB_lgQ-zHfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/mXYSdEWaA_c/s320/repaint1115d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197124837485780466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my sweet jesus. I NEED this doll!! Its a little baby archuleta doll made out of a revamped Kelli doll. Someone makes all sorts of strange little dolls and sells them (including this one) on &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/TABLOACH-OOAK-KELLY-TOMMY-POCKET-SIZE-DAVID-%20ARCHULETA_W0QQitemZ180239316098QQihZ008QQcategoryZ201QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem"&gt;ebay&lt;/a&gt;. I like how the seller says you can hang it from your rear view mirror, i could have little archie with me all day!&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/TABLOACH-OOAK-KELLY-TOMMY-POCKET-SIZE-DAVID-%20ARCHULETA_W0QQitemZ180239316098QQihZ008QQcategoryZ201QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-6543412332694628019?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6543412332694628019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=6543412332694628019&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/6543412332694628019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/6543412332694628019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-getting-worse.html' title='Its getting worse...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SB_l9g-zHgI/AAAAAAAAAHk/o9AVnr69vDk/s72-c/repaint1115c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-7927205771920892475</id><published>2008-05-03T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T15:32:37.759-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my crush on david archuleta is not a joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suzanne is a creep'/><title type='text'>Archie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SBznwQ-zHeI/AAAAAAAAAHU/7SYiEVtN194/s1600-h/archie4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SBznwQ-zHeI/AAAAAAAAAHU/7SYiEVtN194/s400/archie4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196282886456810978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris found the picture I drew for the fan letter that Im sending to David Archuleta and he won't stop making fun of me. I just didn't want to only send a letter, I wanted something to include that would make it stick out and he would be more likely to respond because I NEED a glossy 8x10 with his cute little chicken scratch autograph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-7927205771920892475?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7927205771920892475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=7927205771920892475&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/7927205771920892475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/7927205771920892475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/archie.html' title='Archie'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SBznwQ-zHeI/AAAAAAAAAHU/7SYiEVtN194/s72-c/archie4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-3518453326918184709</id><published>2008-05-03T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T13:41:36.959-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='west valley'/><title type='text'>Things you will see in West Valley. Exhibit  #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SBzMqQ-zHdI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_MpbuIXF4Mg/s1600-h/flametruck1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SBzMqQ-zHdI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_MpbuIXF4Mg/s400/flametruck1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196253096563645906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that there are just too many wonderfully bad things to see here in West Valley that I really need to share them with the world. Or just the three people that actually read the crap I write over here! So, for my first post on this topic (with sadly, many many more to come) I've chosen the beauty you see above. This truck is often parked outside my house in front of the neighbors house. It is glorious. Bumper to bumper flame action. I've always appreciated car art but this brings car art to a whole different level!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-3518453326918184709?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3518453326918184709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=3518453326918184709&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/3518453326918184709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/3518453326918184709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/thing-you-will-see-in-west-valley-1.html' title='Things you will see in West Valley. Exhibit  #1'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SBzMqQ-zHdI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_MpbuIXF4Mg/s72-c/flametruck1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-1055645718438400452</id><published>2008-05-01T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T23:13:50.629-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FTW'/><title type='text'>my life.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel like my entire life can be summed up by the idiotic happenings of my daily life. For example: Tonight, I decided to go get some grocery shopping done. I go to the store, I spend the time wandering the aisles filling my cart with the things I need and head to the front of the store to pay for said things. Being the non-timewaster that I try to be I decide to get in the line that sells cigarettes so I won't have to stop at the gas station on the way home. I get in line not knowing that the people in front of me would then waste 30 minutes of my life while trying to explain in broken english to the the cashier that the items they are trying to "purchase" are indeed on the approved item list for their W.I.C. coupons. But they aren't. 30 minutes pass and they finally figure out what they can actually take home without having to pay for  and they leave. Finally.. my turn! I get to my little spot in front of the cashier only to then find out that they don't even fucking sell the brand of cigarettes I smoke! The cashier can tell that I'm visibly about to lose it and tries her best to apologize. Its not her fault, its the fucking universes fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         The universe that gets off on torturing me on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its pretty much the story of my life, just substituting one stupid thing for another. If I can possibly pick the worst line at the store to get into, I'll pick it. If i decide to switch lanes into the other lane thats moving faster, it will immediately come to a standstill. If I decide to go check the mail outside, It won't be there but as soon as I'm back inside and I've taken my shoes off I will see the mailman drive up to my mailbox. It goes on and on and on and never.fucking.stops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-1055645718438400452?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1055645718438400452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=1055645718438400452&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/1055645718438400452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/1055645718438400452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-life.html' title='my life.'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-4875272901501916708</id><published>2008-04-30T23:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T23:34:10.421-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suzanne is a creep'/><title type='text'>The most amazing couch ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SBli4g-zHZI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fx3unJ-jKKw/s1600-h/coffin-couch_Pink+Panther-pink+frontal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SBli4g-zHZI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fx3unJ-jKKw/s400/coffin-couch_Pink+Panther-pink+frontal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195292368214105490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This has got to be the most amazing piece of furniture I have ever seen in my entire life. Its a freakin' COFFIN COUCH! Even spookier (read: BETTER) its made from a real recycled coffin. Yes, RECYCLED. You can go to their &lt;a href="http://coffincouches.com/index.php"&gt;webpage &lt;/a&gt;for a better explanation but pretty much its against the law for funeral homes to resell used coffins so this company offers to recycle them and they turn them into couches. Each leg is adorned with a biohazard symbol because once human remains are placed on or in anything its considered biohazard waste. I'm officially a creep for wanting one of these so bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-4875272901501916708?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4875272901501916708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=4875272901501916708&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/4875272901501916708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/4875272901501916708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/most-amazing-couch-ever.html' title='The most amazing couch ever.'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SBli4g-zHZI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fx3unJ-jKKw/s72-c/coffin-couch_Pink+Panther-pink+frontal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-9062425012510781742</id><published>2008-04-22T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T21:52:09.384-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pervy old men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>pervy old people.</title><content type='html'>What's worse than driving down a one lane street when you are running late and you are behind a 70 year old man that insists on driving 15 under the speed limit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since you asked.. the worse in that equation would be driving down a one lane street when you are running late and you are behind a 70 year old man that insists on driving 15 under the speed limit but every 10-20 seconds he steps on the break to VERY OBVIOUSLY check out 12 year old girls walking home from school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-9062425012510781742?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9062425012510781742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=9062425012510781742&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/9062425012510781742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/9062425012510781742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/pervy-old-people.html' title='pervy old people.'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-1848086611971527474</id><published>2008-04-19T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T12:32:56.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music i like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my crush on david archuleta is not a joke'/><title type='text'>tuneage.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SApISjnX7rI/AAAAAAAAAEg/np0N1p5ScSg/s1600-h/arc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SApISjnX7rI/AAAAAAAAAEg/np0N1p5ScSg/s200/arc2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191041004133150386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that I needed to take a break from listening to David Archuleta on repeat a bazillion times so i was scrolling through my itunes and found/remembered about Katy Perry. I forgot how much i like her! How can you not like a girl who sings about how gay but not gay indie rock boys are. Google her and download or pirate her songs.. you won't be dissapointed.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SApInTnX7sI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ByZkU4BhqQA/s1600-h/katy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SApInTnX7sI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ByZkU4BhqQA/s200/katy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191041360615435970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-1848086611971527474?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1848086611971527474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=1848086611971527474&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/1848086611971527474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/1848086611971527474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/tuneage.html' title='tuneage.'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SApISjnX7rI/AAAAAAAAAEg/np0N1p5ScSg/s72-c/arc2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-2762875740798369026</id><published>2008-04-18T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T12:47:05.559-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lameness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my garden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getting old makes you do weird things.'/><title type='text'>popcorn poppin' on the apricot tree.</title><content type='html'>Im trying to decide what i want to plant in my garden. I finally live in a real (well soon to be real..) house with a real yard and conveniently there is already a garden area in the back yard! I've looked online and have learned that utah is actually really great for growing most things, especially tomatoes, beans and squashes.  I need to come up with a concrete list of what i want to grow because i need to get my seedlings going! I only have about a month until i should plant when there is no risk of frost n' shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-2762875740798369026?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2762875740798369026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=2762875740798369026&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/2762875740798369026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/2762875740798369026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/popcorn-poppin-on-apricot-tree.html' title='popcorn poppin&apos; on the apricot tree.'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-3503908886771327864</id><published>2008-04-17T00:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T09:21:54.225-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my family is better than yours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad bastard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chrissy Poo'/><title type='text'>i forgot these even exsisted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SAcDOYl983I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/MvlcmnA0QOQ/s1600-h/wqey5tca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SAcDOYl983I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/MvlcmnA0QOQ/s320/wqey5tca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190120641222538098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SAcDKol982I/AAAAAAAAAEI/FfggCD8S8N4/s1600-h/1rw81es4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SAcDKol982I/AAAAAAAAAEI/FfggCD8S8N4/s320/1rw81es4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190120576798028642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SAcDE4l981I/AAAAAAAAAEA/vrERkTF5rTU/s1600-h/fym2t77z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SAcDE4l981I/AAAAAAAAAEA/vrERkTF5rTU/s320/fym2t77z.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190120478013780818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SAcCZIl98vI/AAAAAAAAADQ/WOpBs9c9bLA/s1600-h/lj13i17a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SAcCZIl98vI/AAAAAAAAADQ/WOpBs9c9bLA/s320/lj13i17a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190119726394503922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SAcCUIl98uI/AAAAAAAAADI/3RjqBh-urgQ/s1600-h/uf6xr1bk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SAcCUIl98uI/AAAAAAAAADI/3RjqBh-urgQ/s320/uf6xr1bk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190119640495157986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SAcB6Yl98sI/AAAAAAAAAC4/YxnvfE0xFt8/s1600-h/48q2nz1o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SAcB6Yl98sI/AAAAAAAAAC4/YxnvfE0xFt8/s320/48q2nz1o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190119198113526466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SAcBmIl98qI/AAAAAAAAACo/iSKOLRPcwg4/s1600-h/trcgwvyv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SAcBmIl98qI/AAAAAAAAACo/iSKOLRPcwg4/s320/trcgwvyv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190118850221175458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came across all of these seriously old photos. Most were taken about 6 years ago.. when I lived with Aimee &amp;amp; Devon in farmington. They make me happy and sad. Happy for the memories and everything was so innocent and fun back then. Sad because they make me realize how horribly I have taken care of myself over the last 6 years. I've gained a lot of weight - which i knew, but these pictures are definitely a big punch in the gut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-3503908886771327864?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3503908886771327864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=3503908886771327864&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/3503908886771327864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/3503908886771327864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-forgot-these-even-exsisted.html' title='i forgot these even exsisted.'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/SAcDOYl983I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/MvlcmnA0QOQ/s72-c/wqey5tca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-2098495446765001751</id><published>2008-04-10T01:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T01:09:37.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loverrr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chrissy Poo'/><title type='text'>6 years.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/R_3J-4u2a_I/AAAAAAAAACg/Jo0goGh88vA/s1600-h/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/R_3J-4u2a_I/AAAAAAAAACg/Jo0goGh88vA/s320/flowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187524428018641906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris bought me a pretty bouquet of pink roses on sunday. Sunday marked 6 years together. I really can't believe its been that long. I've spent what i feel have been some of my most definitive years with Chris. He really has seen me grow from being practically a teenager (get those thoughts out of your head!) into (i hope) an awesome, smart, strong-willed woman. I was 18 when i met him, and i will be turning 25 in just a few months. What a strange, amazing, sometimes horrible but mostly awesome 6 years. He probably more than anyone has seen me at my highest highs and truly low lows. For some reason he still likes me. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-2098495446765001751?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2098495446765001751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=2098495446765001751&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/2098495446765001751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/2098495446765001751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/6-years.html' title='6 years.'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/R_3J-4u2a_I/AAAAAAAAACg/Jo0goGh88vA/s72-c/flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-1123802261927216617</id><published>2008-03-11T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T22:20:59.689-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lameness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pyrex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>I should be more ashamed...</title><content type='html'>that I have been listening to this hannah montana/miley cyrus cd for the past hour.. and liking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been nice background music while I've resized 200 pictures. While resizing those 200 pictures I found a picture that I took last week of my favorite thrift store find that I have found in quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/R9dl_t311OI/AAAAAAAAACY/yFLKSgXqDB0/s1600-h/py.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/R9dl_t311OI/AAAAAAAAACY/yFLKSgXqDB0/s320/py.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176718442005648610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found five of them. They are diagonal handled in the "Old Town" pattern. They are in pristine condition and make my heart happy. I can't wait to move into my new house and finally be able to properly display my collection! I have and old set of shelves my mom gave me, which I currently have most of my pyrex on, (in unattractive stacks because there are to many!) but I want to paint the shelves a pretty red color and then put my favorite pieces on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-1123802261927216617?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1123802261927216617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=1123802261927216617&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/1123802261927216617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/1123802261927216617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-should-be-more-ashamed.html' title='I should be more ashamed...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/R9dl_t311OI/AAAAAAAAACY/yFLKSgXqDB0/s72-c/py.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-9144970362996095086</id><published>2008-02-17T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T22:41:37.896-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my family is better than yours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loverrr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chrissy Poo'/><title type='text'>Set the date!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/R7kogEtFGLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/L_UJRR0B0Qs/s1600-h/dae6_1_sbl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/R7kogEtFGLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/L_UJRR0B0Qs/s320/dae6_1_sbl.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168206578868099250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. after much procrastination Chris and I have finally set a date to get married.. and I think we have got a pretty good idea of what we would like as far as a reception goes. Looks like we will  be getting married on Friday the 13th of June. I was thinking maybe the first weekend of June, but that is Lo's birthday plus it just seems cool to do it on friday the 13th.. I have to talk to my dad, but i want to have the "reception" two days later on that sunday at his house. It will be the perfect weather for a fun, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;casual&lt;/span&gt; outdoor bbq with cake, lots of people that I love, and maybe even a few tacky decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im positive my dad will think its a great idea. I think between myself and the creativity of my sisters and Janell that it will turn out nice and pretty inexpensive. I think thats a lot of the reason I've put off making any real plans. Neither of our parents are in a position to help financially and Im not going into debt for a wedding! I don't even like weddings but after thinking about it as much as I have.. i've decided to just do it my way. I think I was scared of people thinking it was tacky but I really dont care. I don't like dresses, or flowers, or doing the freakin' chicken dance. I just like Chris, and want to marry him so I'm doing it my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-9144970362996095086?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9144970362996095086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=9144970362996095086&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/9144970362996095086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/9144970362996095086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/02/set-date.html' title='Set the date!'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/R7kogEtFGLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/L_UJRR0B0Qs/s72-c/dae6_1_sbl.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-3969587731788067152</id><published>2008-02-06T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T01:18:19.480-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getting old makes you do weird things.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Jills gettin' hitched!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/R6l5s3ViAqI/AAAAAAAAACI/CISAoILm0s8/s1600-h/14582384ir4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/R6l5s3ViAqI/AAAAAAAAACI/CISAoILm0s8/s320/14582384ir4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163792259432448674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im leaving in about 10 hours to head down to southern utah to be with one of my most awesome friends as she gets married! Its so funny to think back to almost 7 years ago when I met Jill. I was 18, had just moved across the country and was working at Hot Topic. She was my manager and she kind of scared the shit out of me. She was moody and bitchy but I soon found out that she was RAD.. and moody.. and bitchy. We became friends pretty instantly and over the course of the next seven years I moved back to utah, she moved out here a while later.. we lived together, didn't live together, loved eachother, almost hated each other, and two years ago I helped her drive back to massachusetts when she decided it was time to move home. Since then she has become a mama and soon to be a wife. I feel totally lucky that I even get to go down there to help  her out since it was such short notice but it should be a good time! I get to meet her little baby too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another two hours of work to do before i can even go to bed so I should get back to that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-3969587731788067152?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3969587731788067152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=3969587731788067152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/3969587731788067152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/3969587731788067152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/02/jills-gettin-hitched.html' title='Jills gettin&apos; hitched!'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/R6l5s3ViAqI/AAAAAAAAACI/CISAoILm0s8/s72-c/14582384ir4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-9038293748875241902</id><published>2008-01-16T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T11:15:21.819-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lameness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics shmolitics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>i dont heart huckabee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/R45WuQbo48I/AAAAAAAAACA/AUdeANnPdTM/s1600-h/mikehuckabee-facts2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/R45WuQbo48I/AAAAAAAAACA/AUdeANnPdTM/s320/mikehuckabee-facts2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156153976070661058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have opponents in this race who do not want to change the Constitution," Huckabee told a Michigan audience on Monday. "But I believe it's a lot easier to change the Constitution than it would be to change the word of the living god. And that's what we need to do — to amend the Constitution so it's in God's standards rather than try to change God's standards so it lines up with some contemporary view."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has got to be the worst thing I've read from a presidential candidate in a while. He must not like that little law about seperating church from state either!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-9038293748875241902?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9038293748875241902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=9038293748875241902&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/9038293748875241902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/9038293748875241902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-dont-heart-huckabee.html' title='i dont heart huckabee'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/R45WuQbo48I/AAAAAAAAACA/AUdeANnPdTM/s72-c/mikehuckabee-facts2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-4305712379013102752</id><published>2008-01-08T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T00:51:17.490-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loverrr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chrissy Poo'/><title type='text'>Coz' i like him.</title><content type='html'>I've been working on a mix cd for chris. Of course its full of gross sentimental lovey songs, but I think I managed to make a decent mix that dosn't make me want to completely gag. The (tentative) track listing is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Way I Am by Ingrid Michaelson&lt;br /&gt;2. First Day of my Life by Bright Eyes&lt;br /&gt;3. Air Traffic Control by Jets to Brazil&lt;br /&gt;4. (There is) No Greater Love by Amy Winehouse&lt;br /&gt;5. Cricket by Dance Hall Crashers&lt;br /&gt;6. I will Follow you into the Dark by Death Cab for Cutie&lt;br /&gt;7. No One by Alicia Keyes&lt;br /&gt;8. When the Stars go Blue by Ryan Adams&lt;br /&gt;9. Blue Carolina by The Alkaline Trio&lt;br /&gt;10. I know I know I know by Tegan &amp;amp; Sara&lt;br /&gt;11. To be alone with you by Sufjan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;12. My Slumbering Heart by Rilo Kiley&lt;br /&gt;13. You Belong to my Heart by The Old 97s&lt;br /&gt;14. A Love Song by Anne Murray&lt;br /&gt;15. My Heart by Paramore&lt;br /&gt;16. Lovesong by Jack Off Jill&lt;br /&gt;17. Without You by MxPx&lt;br /&gt;18. I only wanna be with you by Me First and the Gimme Gimmes&lt;br /&gt;19.  I got you now by Kasey Chambers&lt;br /&gt;20.  Have your way with me by The Groovie Ghoulies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to burn myself a copy and see how it flows!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-4305712379013102752?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4305712379013102752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=4305712379013102752&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/4305712379013102752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/4305712379013102752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/01/coz-i-like-him.html' title='Coz&apos; i like him.'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-5459064055684978619</id><published>2008-01-05T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T13:13:48.188-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoot me now'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>why do i have to work?</title><content type='html'>Today is the perfect day to just make pretty little craft projects but I have to work. Funny, working and crafting involve the same materials, machines, effort, etc etc.. but work never sounds appealing. Its probably because with work, i get judged by money. I judge its appeal and how much i like it based off what it might sell for. With things i make to swap or put in my house, I judge it off how much i love it. Theres no monetary value yet its worth so much more to me. Its hard to be creative when you are controlled by fiscal limitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to punch through it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-5459064055684978619?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5459064055684978619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=5459064055684978619&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/5459064055684978619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/5459064055684978619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/01/why-do-i-have-to-work.html' title='why do i have to work?'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-1275695546325609417</id><published>2008-01-05T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T01:37:37.650-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fabric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Random Pretties</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/R39Pwwbo47I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kDK53Z0byUM/s1600-h/fabswap1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/R39Pwwbo47I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kDK53Z0byUM/s400/fabswap1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151924197788279730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed up for a scrap fabric swap on &lt;a href="http://www.craftster.org/"&gt;craftster&lt;/a&gt;, I figured it would be a good way of letting go of some fabric with the possibility of getting some cool stuff back. I have a slight fabric problem. I love it. It brings such highs and bad lows. Theres few things that make me feel more on top of the world then finding seriously cute fabric, especially when its cheap. There is also nothing worse than when I go on fabric hunts and return with nothing. I've gone so far as printing my own designs on fabric because it didn't exist and I wanted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for three partners for the swap and just got done with the hunt and have piled, folded and tied them up to go into their envelopes - off to their new home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-1275695546325609417?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1275695546325609417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=1275695546325609417&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/1275695546325609417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/1275695546325609417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2008/01/random-pretties.html' title='Random Pretties'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/R39Pwwbo47I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kDK53Z0byUM/s72-c/fabswap1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-5459309772789786859</id><published>2007-12-23T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T21:52:17.591-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my family is better than yours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>I guess its winter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/R29IZgbo45I/AAAAAAAAABo/7wvGIASXsiw/s1600-h/winter2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/R29IZgbo45I/AAAAAAAAABo/7wvGIASXsiw/s320/winter2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147412502147556242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its winter, and there is a lot of snow. This weekend has been full of festive parties and lots of family time which I have actually really enjoyed. The best party will be tomorrow night though, because that one involves alcohol, yummy food and presents!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-5459309772789786859?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5459309772789786859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=5459309772789786859&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/5459309772789786859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/5459309772789786859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-guess-its-winter.html' title='I guess its winter.'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/R29IZgbo45I/AAAAAAAAABo/7wvGIASXsiw/s72-c/winter2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-7753337188126596112</id><published>2007-12-07T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T23:37:48.748-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafty'/><title type='text'>octopusesssss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/R1pJsmuaWZI/AAAAAAAAABg/gGtNoiWckVg/s1600-h/yellowoct2hn7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/R1pJsmuaWZI/AAAAAAAAABg/gGtNoiWckVg/s320/yellowoct2hn7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141502955255126418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm on a little octopus kick.. look how cute my newest crocheted ones are.. the big yellow one is a zombie!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-7753337188126596112?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7753337188126596112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=7753337188126596112&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/7753337188126596112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/7753337188126596112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2007/12/octopusesssss.html' title='octopusesssss'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/R1pJsmuaWZI/AAAAAAAAABg/gGtNoiWckVg/s72-c/yellowoct2hn7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-3229023614551297</id><published>2007-12-07T22:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T23:38:39.016-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my family is better than yours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>trips are fun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/R1o42WuaWYI/AAAAAAAAABY/TbkLrWXDonQ/s1600-h/ya.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/R1o42WuaWYI/AAAAAAAAABY/TbkLrWXDonQ/s320/ya.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141484431061178754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm back from my much needed trip out east. I have never doubted how much I love/need my family close to me but this trip definitely reminded me. As much I as loved being in massachusettes with billy and christy I totally missed my sisters, and Chris, and my little lolo. My heart really is split between here and the east coast. Im not saying I want to move there... i just wish they weren't so far away. Alana is soooo cute, since i couldn't possibly pick who is cuter, I will just say that Alana is my cutest almost 2 year old neice and Lo is my cutest 7 year old neice! I got to spend a lot of time with&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRu4QoTPm4g/R1o3sMyFwuI/AAAAAAAAACU/Gx7UuQcoQ-k/s1600-h/lana.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRu4QoTPm4g/R1o3sMyFwuI/AAAAAAAAACU/Gx7UuQcoQ-k/s320/lana.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141483157081932514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christy and I feel like we definitely got closer.. i've always been really fond of her but seeing how great of a mom she is to Alana as well as an awesome wife to Billy definitely made me admire her even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I don't go 8 months without seeing them again like i did this last time.. 8 months is to long!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-3229023614551297?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3229023614551297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=3229023614551297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/3229023614551297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/3229023614551297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-im-back-from-my-much-needed-trip-out.html' title='trips are fun.'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/R1o42WuaWYI/AAAAAAAAABY/TbkLrWXDonQ/s72-c/ya.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-8160360472875682196</id><published>2007-11-26T02:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T02:17:11.775-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='need this'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pyrex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>soooo hot.</title><content type='html'>few things get me hot and bothered as much this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/Vintage-100-Pyrex-Mixing-Bowls-Baking-Refrig-Dishes_W0QQitemZ250183667477QQihZ015QQcategoryZ4765QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem"&gt;only click if you think you can handle it.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel all tingly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-8160360472875682196?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8160360472875682196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=8160360472875682196&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/8160360472875682196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/8160360472875682196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2007/11/soooo-hot.html' title='soooo hot.'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-8944308220834789465</id><published>2007-11-24T19:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T19:13:08.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/R0jnHmg-hCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/v2OQ0-7N0UI/s1600-h/oct1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/R0jnHmg-hCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/v2OQ0-7N0UI/s320/oct1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136609492800013346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made these last night for a craft swap but I like how they turned out so much that I'm going to make a set for myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-8944308220834789465?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8944308220834789465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=8944308220834789465&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/8944308220834789465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/8944308220834789465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-made-these-last-night-for-craft-swap.html' title=''/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/R0jnHmg-hCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/v2OQ0-7N0UI/s72-c/oct1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-239531824370460672</id><published>2007-11-24T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T16:10:57.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just what every girl wants..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/R0i8GWg-hBI/AAAAAAAAABI/kWPYkXXRn90/s1600-h/need1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/R0i8GWg-hBI/AAAAAAAAABI/kWPYkXXRn90/s320/need1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136562192325182482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely need these. They are stuffed microbes, and while I would love any of them these were a couple that really caught my eye. In order, we have The Clap, Chlamydia and Herpes. I can't possibly pick a favorite because I honestly would love to have them all. (the plush version, jerk!). You should go check out all the other ones ranging from Hepatitis to the HIV.   &lt;a href="http://www.giantmicrobes.com/us/orderform.php"&gt;Giantmicrobes.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-239531824370460672?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/239531824370460672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=239531824370460672&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/239531824370460672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/239531824370460672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-what-every-girl-wants.html' title='just what every girl wants..'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/R0i8GWg-hBI/AAAAAAAAABI/kWPYkXXRn90/s72-c/need1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-1478189698755766622</id><published>2007-11-24T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T15:38:15.631-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m a cheap ass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>warm &amp; fuzzies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/R0i0Xmg-hAI/AAAAAAAAABA/b8c8DW8mrnk/s1600-h/xmas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/R0i0Xmg-hAI/AAAAAAAAABA/b8c8DW8mrnk/s320/xmas.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136553692584903682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my living room is a mess, dishes need to be cleaned, carpets need to be vacuumed  but goddammit my christmas tree is up! My $30-stayed up all night-lived through hell-froze my ass off-but $30 tree! I had been collecting various different ornaments through craft swaps and thrift stores and I really like how it all came together. Its pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I have always really loved christmas trees. I love looking at them and they make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside (few things do that). I guess now that its up and decorated I should go start on those dishes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-1478189698755766622?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1478189698755766622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=1478189698755766622&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/1478189698755766622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/1478189698755766622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2007/11/warm-fuzzies.html' title='warm &amp; fuzzies'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/R0i0Xmg-hAI/AAAAAAAAABA/b8c8DW8mrnk/s72-c/xmas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-905888850056227066</id><published>2007-11-21T14:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T14:26:29.764-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neat Pets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cats with two faces'/><title type='text'>Lil' Bit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/R0StAWg-g-I/AAAAAAAAAAw/-CveIRQ3AnY/s1600-h/lilbitishot2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/R0StAWg-g-I/AAAAAAAAAAw/-CveIRQ3AnY/s320/lilbitishot2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135419696664708066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;If I could have a cat where I live, and if I were a good pet parent I would want Lil' Bit! The cat has two faces - amazing! According to &lt;a href="http://dlisted.com/node/18605"&gt;dlisted  &lt;/a&gt;His owner said,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The amazing thing to watc&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;h is that one of Lil'Bit's faces can be asleep while the other one is awake. I have also seen him sneeze out of one side and not the other and blink on one side of his fa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ce but not the other."&lt;br /&gt;I need lil' bit badly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/R0SugWg-g_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/1kCVEZi5KAM/s1600-h/sugar1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/R0SugWg-g_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/1kCVEZi5KAM/s320/sugar1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135421345932149746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/R0SugWg-g_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/1kCVEZi5KAM/s1600-h/sugar1.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&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;em&gt;If &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't have L&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;il' bit,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; may&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;be I c&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;an have a sugar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;glider instea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;d. They are the most per&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;fect animal ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt; Like a cr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;oss between a little hamster and a bat! They even kind of fly like a bat. Plus, they have big eyes and I enjoy things with big eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-905888850056227066?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/905888850056227066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=905888850056227066&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/905888850056227066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/905888850056227066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2007/11/if-i-could-have-cat-where-i-live-and-if.html' title='Lil&apos; Bit'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/R0StAWg-g-I/AAAAAAAAAAw/-CveIRQ3AnY/s72-c/lilbitishot2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-6827007319303065316</id><published>2007-11-20T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T14:27:39.095-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m better than you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>buy handmade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/R0NjUmg-g9I/AAAAAAAAAAo/RGuoHnIqnds/s1600-h/pledge.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/R0NjUmg-g9I/AAAAAAAAAAo/RGuoHnIqnds/s320/pledge.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135057205719892946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've begun thinking about christmas presents for this year and I had been toying with the idea of trying to make as many presents as possible, but after checking out &lt;a href="http://www.buyhandmade.org/"&gt;BUY HANDMADE  &lt;/a&gt;I definitely want to go that route. I dont think I could possibly make EVERY thing but I like the idea of checking out a few craft fairs next month and there a million things that the lovely ladies in my life would like on &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/"&gt;etsy.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read a lot of comments on different forums of people whining about no one in their families wanting handmade stuff or they feel like the people they are giving the gifts too will think they were just trying to be cheap but I consider myself pretty lucky that  most everyone I would want to give a gift to appreciates the time/cost involved with handmade stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start brainstorming, there are a few things i already know for sure that im making!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-6827007319303065316?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6827007319303065316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=6827007319303065316&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/6827007319303065316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/6827007319303065316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2007/11/buy-handmade.html' title='buy handmade.'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/R0NjUmg-g9I/AAAAAAAAAAo/RGuoHnIqnds/s72-c/pledge.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-5206739776271182432</id><published>2007-11-18T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T14:28:47.679-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m a cheap ass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoot me now'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafty'/><title type='text'>Waking up to get in line.</title><content type='html'>I've never, EVER, been one of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those &lt;/span&gt;people that wake up at 5 am to go to crazy sales at stores the day after thanksgiving. However, this year I might become one of those people. I'm a nerd and just browsed the sales flyer for joanns and they have a 7 foot christmas tree for 30 bucks, which is unheard of, and they have flannel fabric for .99 a yarn which in fabric land that is really really cheap. The sales only from 6am to noon so it looks like Im going to be waiting in line with everyone else! Shoot me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-5206739776271182432?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5206739776271182432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=5206739776271182432&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/5206739776271182432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/5206739776271182432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2007/11/ive-never-ever-been-one-of-those-people.html' title='Waking up to get in line.'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-227158724105654282</id><published>2007-11-18T16:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T14:29:44.989-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trannies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loverrr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alcohol Adventures'/><title type='text'>Dude looks like a lady..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/R0DZrGg-g8I/AAAAAAAAAAg/4E5hVlKpLVE/s1600-h/lova.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/R0DZrGg-g8I/AAAAAAAAAAg/4E5hVlKpLVE/s320/lova.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134342909708895170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                        Just in case that video left you wanting just a little bit more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-227158724105654282?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/227158724105654282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=227158724105654282&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/227158724105654282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/227158724105654282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-in-case-that-video-left-you.html' title='Dude looks like a lady..'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/R0DZrGg-g8I/AAAAAAAAAAg/4E5hVlKpLVE/s72-c/lova.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-2486140210751429596</id><published>2007-11-18T16:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T14:30:38.278-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alcohol Adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Dance Moves'/><title type='text'>He should dance with the stars..</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i77.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid77.photobucket.com/albums/j58/drop_dead666/666002.flv" height="361" width="448"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;Oh Chris, the love of my life. You are so full of poise and grace. Sometimes you're refinement and class are just to much to handle. Sometimes I wish that you could just let loose and just have a good time. I do love you, and appreciate your serious and tasteful nature but I know your inner child is screaming to be let loose! Its ok, you can be silly sometimes and I will still love you. Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-2486140210751429596?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2486140210751429596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=2486140210751429596&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/2486140210751429596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/2486140210751429596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-chris-love-of-my-life.html' title='He should dance with the stars..'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-3142650251112250472</id><published>2007-11-15T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T14:31:15.826-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getting old makes you do weird things.'/><title type='text'>Curly haired smiley faces</title><content type='html'>Last night I did something I really thought I would never succumb to doing. I bought a big white sheet of poster board and using a big black sharpie I graphed out a calender. My mom used to make these every month, and mine is pretty much identical minus the curly haired smiley faces. I have a lot to do before I leave on vacation and I figured it might help me stay organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I start leaving curly haired smiley face notes in the dishwasher stating their clean/not clean status, or post it notes stuck to my dashboard just shoot me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-3142650251112250472?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3142650251112250472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=3142650251112250472&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/3142650251112250472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/3142650251112250472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2007/11/curly-haired-smiley-faces.html' title='Curly haired smiley faces'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599221512881649740.post-5408556956543868280</id><published>2007-11-15T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T14:31:50.354-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='If you&apos;re gonna scream.. scream with me.'/><title type='text'>Being clever is overrated.</title><content type='html'>I hate you all. I just spent the last 20 minutes trying to come up with a clever name for this blog and EVERYTHING was taken. Some haven't been updated for years, some were never updated, and one was some little girl's that type LiKe ThiZ! Its pretty inconsiderate to use my clever little name and then make a mockery of the english alphabet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided on this. You get cookies if you know the reference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3599221512881649740-5408556956543868280?l=scream-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5408556956543868280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3599221512881649740&amp;postID=5408556956543868280&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/5408556956543868280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3599221512881649740/posts/default/5408556956543868280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-with-me.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-hate-you-all.html' title='Being clever is overrated.'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191215619772800864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtCxjj1vmGw/ShtgJrCjBCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/u9WB0bCNXzA/S220/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
