<?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-772724300722349329</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:23:09.187-05:00</updated><category term='edward cullen'/><category term='comfort'/><category term='racism'/><category term='dad'/><category term='death:a life'/><category term='stephen king'/><category term='NYC'/><category term='kenny'/><category term='vampires'/><category term='thanksgiving'/><category term='joey mcintyre'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='music'/><category term='bored'/><category term='rascal flatt'/><category term='equality'/><category term='obama'/><category term='michael'/><category term='knitting'/><category term='memories'/><category term='one tree hill'/><category term='john mayer'/><category term='bad writing'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='starbucks'/><category term='twilight'/><category term='werewolves'/><category term='eclipse'/><category term='writing'/><category term='love'/><category term='nsync'/><category term='new moon'/><category term='stephenie meyer'/><title type='text'>The Truth Is Often Stranger Than Fiction</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm a girl in between being a student and a teacher, a child and an adult.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-1810273609629021396</id><published>2011-04-26T22:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T22:53:59.565-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Fabulous Reunion</title><content type='html'>It has been 9 months since I've written a post...that is ridiculous!! Since last July a lot has happened and a lot has been read. I'm currently on my biggest reading kick in over a year, and of course&amp;nbsp; my book buying hasn't slowed down. But now I'm compulsively buying children's books. They are mainly for camp and for the one day I finally have my own classroom. But anywhoo, there have been some down time and some up times and right now I'm on a major up time. [Insert QAF season 3 quote that I can't currently remember here]. Also after a quick 4 days break my love and I couldn't be better :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seeing as how I am using this as only another distraction from cleaning my room I shall go for now and update on my reading list later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-1810273609629021396?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/1810273609629021396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=1810273609629021396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/1810273609629021396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/1810273609629021396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2011/04/one-fabulous-reunion.html' title='One Fabulous Reunion'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-1536907497887593771</id><published>2010-07-17T00:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T00:02:18.164-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'll Do For Love...</title><content type='html'>The love of books that is. Yesterday evening Lori and I took an evening ride down to Milford (a one hour drive) to pick up a bunch of children's books I found on a Craigs List listing. The girl was very sweet, a teacher for 6 years who is being moved to a room with no closets and needed to get rid of things. She sold me 117+ books for $40. Granted after going through them there are a few multiples, but it's ok. I needed new books to read to Ericca. You can only read the same Dr. Suess books so many times throughout a lifetime before you get sick of them. Plus she should recite them back to me, time for new ones! I got some pretty cute ones, and some pretty old ones but its all good. As long as she's getting read to, I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today Lori and I went through a small portion of the children's and chapter books that she has. I grabbed a bunch of chapter books for Alex. She is going to love them! She's another one that needs to read a lot this summer. Tomorrow the plan is to go through the rest of them and sell off any that we don't want. That will of course bring us to the Book Barn in Niantic, which was a destination already for our weekend. Buying and selling books, what a wonderful thing to do for the weekend :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-1536907497887593771?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/1536907497887593771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=1536907497887593771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/1536907497887593771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/1536907497887593771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-ill-do-for-love.html' title='What I&apos;ll Do For Love...'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-8158779728936220770</id><published>2010-04-11T03:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T03:22:48.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>April 11, 1998</title><content type='html'>I don't think any one knows this, but I still can hear him say it in my head, "I don't want to die". Those were some of the last words I heard my father say before I said goodbye to go home and he told me he loved me. I will never forget those words or the days that follow until I found out I lost my best friend. One thing I want to make clear is that I do not dwell on this day, it is just a day that one can not ignore, even if they try with all their might. My body knows when this day is coming, I can feel it in my reactions and in my feelings. I can feel it in my heart, my smile, and my eyes. This time of year is full of so much grief and hurt and I am no longer a fan of the spring. Have I grown as a person, yes. Have I learned to move on, yes. But no matter how much someone grows and moves on, it is always there, it is always part of them. Every day when I look into the mirror I see my father. I see his eyes, his hair, his teeth. I hear his laugh, I hear his voice. I know that he loved me with all his heart, I know he didn't want to leave us. So it is hard not to have some kind of grudge towards God. Why did he have to take such a young father who still had so much to live for? Don't get me wrong, I love my family now. I love my step-father and my step-sisters and I have the greatest nieces a girl could ever have. But if I had to choose between the two lives and families, I would choose to have my dad back in a split second. There is no one that will ever love me as much as he did. To think that today, April 11 2010, makes is 12 years that I had him and 12 years I am without him is dumbfounding. To be gone of someone who is so much still apart of me. I just wonder what my life were to be life if he was still here. What things would have changed, what things would have stayed the same. And I think they hardest part is that there is no one I am more like than him. The scary part is that from the day I found he was gone till somewhere mid fall, those 6 months are a blur. The only thing I can really remember is discovering *N Sync, 5 guys who I consider my saviors and my strength as scary as that sounds. There is still so much I want to say, but for now my heart is weak and my eyes achy from writing and thinking about it. But there is one thing that my daddy will always know, and that is that I love him. And because you never know when you may loose someone, I make sure to tell those I love that I do love them as much as possible. You never know when&amp;nbsp; you last "goodbye" and "I love you" is truly the last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-8158779728936220770?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/8158779728936220770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=8158779728936220770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/8158779728936220770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/8158779728936220770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-11-1998.html' title='April 11, 1998'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-1744960020130147617</id><published>2010-03-29T17:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T17:57:43.345-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Spring!</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since my last post. Since then I have seen &lt;i&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;/i&gt; by Tim Burton. My feeling on it are still haven't made themselves clear, but I did enjoy it. My book collection has also grown of course, with the purchases of &lt;i&gt;The Forgotten Garden&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Soulless&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Tales of H.P. Lovecraft&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;i&gt;This Book Has Issues: Adventures in Popular Psychology. &lt;/i&gt;And most recently (within the last 4 days) I have obtained two amazing Tim Burton books, &lt;i&gt;Tim Burton &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy: and Other Stories&lt;/i&gt;. These are now part of my most prized books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have ditched &lt;i&gt;What the Dog Saw&lt;/i&gt; for a bit but I have managed to read &lt;i&gt;Soulless&lt;/i&gt;, which was phenomenal and I'm super excited for the sequel, &lt;i&gt;Changless&lt;/i&gt;, that comes out tomorrow. I also read most of the short stories in the &lt;i&gt;Tales of H.P. Lovecraft&lt;/i&gt; and last night I started &lt;i&gt;A Happy Man, &lt;/i&gt;which is part of the Contemporary Art of Novellas Series and I already love it.I'll be done with it before I even have &lt;i&gt;Changless &lt;/i&gt;in my possession. I don't know where my sudden ability to constantly find time to read came from but I'm loving it! And I absolutely love when Kenny and I sit in the living room, him doing homework and me reading in the big comfy chair, it's such a nice feeling. I have also picked up my writing notebook again all of the reading and all of the wacky emotions I'm going through due to past and current events in my life make for some inspiration. I'm also thinking of entering a short story contest, especially after reading past winners who were only moderately well done. It makes me feel like I have a chance at winning that $150 or $500 prize, or even the $1000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;This past week I went and saw the Tim Burton exhibit at MoMA, but that gets it's own entry, which will be coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-1744960020130147617?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/1744960020130147617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=1744960020130147617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/1744960020130147617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/1744960020130147617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-spring.html' title='Happy Spring!'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-3026111456868268317</id><published>2010-02-12T23:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T23:53:23.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.r-word.org/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://r-word.org/badge_300x250_v2.gif" alt="r-word.org" 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/772724300722349329-3026111456868268317?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/3026111456868268317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=3026111456868268317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/3026111456868268317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/3026111456868268317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2010/02/r-wordorg.html' title=''/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-3709681007996863730</id><published>2010-02-11T00:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T00:14:49.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is taking all my power to not buy..... this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/S3OQ7epRp-I/AAAAAAAAALI/RIg42lEWL1o/s1600-h/51Gy-FwInvL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/S3OQ7epRp-I/AAAAAAAAALI/RIg42lEWL1o/s320/51Gy-FwInvL._SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436848526679189474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want it sooo bad!! But no books for 2 more weeks, I can totally do it. Thank God February is a short month lol.But I'll have to probably buy it the day the movie comes out. March 5th yay!! I am also probably going to extend my pact, because in reality I don't need 1/2 the things I buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that's all for now. Maybe I'll read :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-3709681007996863730?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/3709681007996863730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=3709681007996863730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/3709681007996863730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/3709681007996863730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-is-taking-all-my-power-to-not-buy.html' title=''/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/S3OQ7epRp-I/AAAAAAAAALI/RIg42lEWL1o/s72-c/51Gy-FwInvL._SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-8009254687636245247</id><published>2010-01-31T19:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T00:33:14.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Title Still Stands True</title><content type='html'>More and more I come across situations that make the title of this blog truer and truer. the situation at the present moment is nothing but ridiculous and childish, and also hard to believe for an outsider to understand. Children and adults being passive aggressive to each other on a topic that is only to be understood by the wise, or rather the experienced. And all in all when it comes to emotions we only know what we feel and can not judge what others feel. But let it be known that affirmation does not make an emotion true and real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether that makes sense or not, I don't know, but it could definitely be written into fiction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-8009254687636245247?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/8009254687636245247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=8009254687636245247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/8009254687636245247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/8009254687636245247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2010/01/title-still-stands-true.html' title='The Title Still Stands True'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-5903805259194549011</id><published>2010-01-29T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T09:49:21.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish me luck</title><content type='html'>I have vowed not to buy a single book during the month of February. But there are 2 exceptions. If Kenny and I go to MOMA I am allowed to buy the Tim Burton book and when Mikey and I go to an antique book shop. Other than that NO Borders or Barnes &amp;amp; Noble buys. I will also refrain from buying shoes, clothes and other unnecessary items. Plus maybe if I stop buying books I can catch up on the ones I already own. I bought 11 alone this month...11. That is outrageous and unnecessary. That is clearly over $100 I could have saved, although a couple were bought with a gift card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going to make sure I take some time and read a bit of "What the Dog Saw".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-5903805259194549011?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/5903805259194549011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=5903805259194549011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/5903805259194549011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/5903805259194549011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2010/01/wish-me-luck.html' title='Wish me luck'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-2068267897686070077</id><published>2010-01-05T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T22:25:31.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Borders Malfunctioned</title><content type='html'>3 more books! AH!! Imagine how rich I would be if I didn't buy so many books. But I guess it's better to be rich in words than it is in cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought to classics &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Great Expectations&lt;/span&gt; (because even thought I have the whole Dickens collection that is the one I am missing), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wuthering Heights&lt;/span&gt; (because it's Bella's favorite haha) and a newer novel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Name is Will: A Novel of Sex, Drugs, and Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt; (because I am a Shake buff). Oh and here's a funny store about Borders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sales guy at Borders thought I was pulling a scam. Last week I got $5 Borders bucks in my e-mail which I thought was fun because I didn't think I had reached the qualifying purchase amount. But I didn't think much of it. I noticed that the rewards didn't show up on my Borders account online, but at the same time my account had been acting up so I didn't think much of that as well. So I go to check out with my new Shake novel and the first thing he did was remind me that I can only use one coupon, this was because he saw me take a coupon from a pile that I had in my purse, because a) I printed out a Borders coupon for myself and for Mikey just in case he needed it and b) I printed out coupons for several stores. Then I gave him that Borders Bucks print out that I assumed were my Bucks since they were e-mailed to me. Well apparently they weren't. Some how I got sent someone elses Borders Bucks which meant it had a different Borders Rewards number on it. Oh well, it didn't really bother me so I shrugged it off. Well he insisted on checking my card info and verified that it was mine then asked me if I knew the other person who's card number was on the Bucks. I of course, did not. So then he read of the e-mail address to see if I recognized it. Well if I don't know the person, I won't know the e-mail. Throughout this whole thing I just shrugged it off and said how weird and funny that was that I got some other guy's Bucks. Well the cashier didn't even smirk. I would understand if I was making a scene about it or was arguing but I wasn't. I didn't care. It was probably some e-mail malfunction because we both had the same e-mail provider. And the book I was buying was only $8 so I could live not getting that $5. It was all VERY weird. And I don't think I would believe I lived it if I didn't have Mikey there to talk to about it after lol. I really wasn't trying to scam Borders, I mean really I spend way too much money and time there to be ridiculous enough to try and scam them. All and all, it's quite entertaining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-2068267897686070077?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/2068267897686070077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=2068267897686070077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/2068267897686070077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/2068267897686070077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2010/01/borders-malfunctioned.html' title='Borders Malfunctioned'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-8881561726295063773</id><published>2010-01-04T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T21:09:13.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>REALLY?!?!</title><content type='html'>What is going on with this world? Now we all know I LOVE Stephen King, but WHAT is he thinking?!?! He is allegedly collaborating with John Mellencamp to make a musical, a freaking MUSICAL! This supposed musical is called&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ghost Brothers of Darkland County, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;with the likings of Elvis Costello and Sheryl Crow as part of the cast. No, No, No!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the article that is on &lt;a href="http://www.playbill.com/news/article/135634-Recording-of-Mellencamp-King-Musical-Ghost-Brothers-to-Feature-Kristofferson-Costello-Cash-Case-and-Crow"&gt;Playbill.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horror!!! (both literally and figuratively)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of my favorite things, should not be combined! But I am sure, that since it is the combination of two of my favorite things, horror and musicals, I will indeed watch it with happiness. UGH!&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-8881561726295063773?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/8881561726295063773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=8881561726295063773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/8881561726295063773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/8881561726295063773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2010/01/really.html' title='REALLY?!?!'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-2936830646398894154</id><published>2010-01-03T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T13:48:05.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile</title><content type='html'>It's been quite a while since I wrote. I tried finishing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Songs for the Missing&lt;/span&gt;, and I mean I TRIED. But it was a no go. I skimmed the rest of it to get the jist of the ending. And Christmas came and went and took all of my time and my money haha. But it was so much fun at the same time. Santa brought my a beautiful new 32" flat screen, which will just prolong my inability to read when I want to. He also brought my some cute Coach shoes and a cute Coach bag, which ended up being the wrong color so after 40 minutes at the Coach store right one is on its way from California, but it should have been here already. I also got a nice Hartford Whalers sweatshirt from my brother. Its retro NHL wear and I love it! Now...back to books...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought Kenny's sister a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; parody called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nightlight&lt;/span&gt;. And because of her enthusiasm when she opened it I decided to go buy it with the Borders gift card I got. Well Borders didn't have it so I ended up getting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What the Dog Saw&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Original Illustrated Sherlock Holmes&lt;/span&gt;, and then went across the street and bought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nightlight&lt;/span&gt; at Barnes &amp;amp; Noble. I'm currently reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nightlight&lt;/span&gt;, but with only 40 pages left. It is hilarious, the Harvard Lampoon did a wonderful job. I'm hoping that tonight I'll get to start &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What the Dog Saw&lt;/span&gt;, it's a Malcolm Gladwell book so it is practically guaranteed to be great :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-2936830646398894154?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/2936830646398894154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=2936830646398894154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/2936830646398894154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/2936830646398894154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-8333513712779756979</id><published>2009-11-01T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:42:03.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random jibber jabber</title><content type='html'>Ever feel lost in finding a good book to read. I have bookcases full but nothing is appealing to me. I still have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Songs for the Missing&lt;/span&gt; to finish, but I have no want to read it. i tried to read during my week of being taken over by the flu, but that was a no go. I couldn't focus. Maybe I'll get my read on on Tuesday. Gotta love election day and that our schools are used for voting. I can head over to Sbucks for a nice Pumpkin Spice Latte and soak up some words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a wonderful Halloween. I know I did, even though I'm still recouping from the flu. Now on to Thanksgiving and Christmas. I feel like Thanksgiving is the forgotten holiday. Everyone jumps from Halloween straight to Christmas, but what about the Turkeys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-8333513712779756979?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/8333513712779756979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=8333513712779756979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/8333513712779756979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/8333513712779756979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-jibber-jabber.html' title='Random jibber jabber'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-6244261891215752556</id><published>2009-09-29T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T22:53:43.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere Over the Rainbow</title><content type='html'>So I just completed reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Wizard of Oz&lt;/span&gt;, I absolutely loved it. The movie is almost completely different from it, and that is ok. Both are so well done that there is no need to compare. Although, now I'm just going to get little things confused thanks to the book, the movie and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wicked&lt;/span&gt;. But its all so worth it. I wish I had read this at an earlier age, and I can't wait for Alex to be able to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the message that the story has, which is conveyed better in the book. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What ever you are looking for is already within you.&lt;/span&gt; Although I must say when the Wizard gave the Lion liquid courage it did make me laugh quite a bit. And "There is no place like home" is a much better chant than "Take me home to Aunt Em". I found that Glinda was the witch of the South, not the North like I previously thought. And did you know that the witch of the South was a munchkin, who know? The little details, such as Dorothy's gigam dress representing the munchkins and good witches, were fascinating to me. And yet all this new info that I learned will not effect my love for the movie. And it is fun to see what components of the book and of the movie were put into &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wicked&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with me being done with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Wizard of Oz&lt;/span&gt; I am moving on to a new book called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Songs of the Missing&lt;/span&gt;. It is a mystery I picked up one day when I ransacked Borders. Ok maybe not ransacked, but I bought way too many books that weren't even on my wanted list. And to make it even more interesting when I opened it, this is what I read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someday I'll wish upon a star&lt;br /&gt;and wake up where the clouds are far&lt;br /&gt;behing me&lt;br /&gt;Where troubles melt like lemon drops&lt;br /&gt;away above the chimney tops&lt;br /&gt;that's where you'll find me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a coincidence! Now on with the reading...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-6244261891215752556?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/6244261891215752556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=6244261891215752556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/6244261891215752556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/6244261891215752556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/09/somewhere-over-rainbow.html' title='Somewhere Over the Rainbow'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-8154704163689896063</id><published>2009-09-28T23:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T00:13:55.001-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Something other than books</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some cute pics of the girls from this weekend. I am the luckiest Auntie in the world, well actually the luckiest Mimi in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SsGIsdr8N4I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Ua0sY_fZvt0/s1600-h/DSCN2290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SsGIsdr8N4I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Ua0sY_fZvt0/s320/DSCN2290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386736926776375170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SsGIHaNFF1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/q301osjJkz8/s1600-h/DSCN2317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SsGIHaNFF1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/q301osjJkz8/s320/DSCN2317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386736290186467154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SsGH6mE2vvI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DINSylKCKr8/s1600-h/DSCN2334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SsGHVFthVSI/AAAAAAAAAJc/1ztwNsam0N8/s320/DSCN2342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386735425691931938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SsGG7faCKII/AAAAAAAAAJU/0p5YHUmoMKo/s1600-h/DSCN2349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SsGG7faCKII/AAAAAAAAAJU/0p5YHUmoMKo/s320/DSCN2349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386734985912920194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SsGGvYvTDEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/SBS5XAxknhA/s1600-h/DSCN2353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SsGGvYvTDEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/SBS5XAxknhA/s320/DSCN2353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386734777964629058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SsGGmI3znlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/WgeCbBT71nA/s1600-h/DSCN2354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SsGGmI3znlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/WgeCbBT71nA/s320/DSCN2354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386734619086528082" 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/772724300722349329-8154704163689896063?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/8154704163689896063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=8154704163689896063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/8154704163689896063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/8154704163689896063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/09/something-other-than-books.html' title='Something other than books'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SsGIsdr8N4I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Ua0sY_fZvt0/s72-c/DSCN2290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-6080512970753434217</id><published>2009-09-21T16:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T16:57:44.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunited and it feels so good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SrfoI9ukrUI/AAAAAAAAAI8/5CHouUFCzL0/s1600-h/shopgirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SrfoI9ukrUI/AAAAAAAAAI8/5CHouUFCzL0/s320/shopgirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384027120251219266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So awhile back I lent Courtney my Shopgirl book and dvd. Well when she was done I received the movie back but no the book, she swore she didn't have it. But then yesterday when I was out bargain book shopping with mom I found a perfect copy for $3, so naturally I bought it. It's nice to have it back in my mini library. I do greatly enjoy Steve Martin's writing and hope that there is more to come from him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-6080512970753434217?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/6080512970753434217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=6080512970753434217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/6080512970753434217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/6080512970753434217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/09/reunited-and-it-feels-so-good.html' title='Reunited and it feels so good!'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SrfoI9ukrUI/AAAAAAAAAI8/5CHouUFCzL0/s72-c/shopgirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-5457286906963060895</id><published>2009-09-13T22:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T22:08:00.878-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I broke down and bought books today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/Sq2j6j3XPFI/AAAAAAAAAI0/38-OG1qaNBw/s1600-h/Wizard_of_Oz_00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/Sq2j6j3XPFI/AAAAAAAAAI0/38-OG1qaNBw/s320/Wizard_of_Oz_00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381137356232801362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi! My name is Chrissy and I am a bookaholic. It has been 8 hours since I bought my last book because I broke down when I bought a friends present at Borders and bought 5 books for myself. I was doing so well!! I had gone well over a month since the last book I bought.  Two of the books were recommended &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Wizard of Oz &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hell&lt;/span&gt;. The other three I saw and picked up; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Songs for the Missing,  Shattered Silence  &lt;/span&gt;and  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Mysterious Adventures of Sherlock Holmes&lt;/span&gt;. I know it's bad I do, I swear, but I did use coupons! Although the guy who rang me out was a bit inept so I'm sure I could have gotten to use more of my coupons. So to continue my voyage through classics I just began &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Wizard of Oz&lt;/span&gt;, I'm excited. Although whenever Dorothy speaks it sounds like Judy Garland in me head. So I'm going to go back to Dorothy's tale while, according to facebook, everyone else is watching the VMAs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-5457286906963060895?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/5457286906963060895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=5457286906963060895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/5457286906963060895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/5457286906963060895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-broke-down-and-bought-books-today.html' title='I broke down and bought books today'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/Sq2j6j3XPFI/AAAAAAAAAI0/38-OG1qaNBw/s72-c/Wizard_of_Oz_00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-48880103323497777</id><published>2009-09-13T00:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T00:52:42.721-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderland not so Wonderful, And nothing like my Wonderland of a body</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/Sqx37UK-pvI/AAAAAAAAAIs/iER-7cmNDjo/s1600-h/aliceinwonderlandmadhattersteapartyheor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/Sqx37UK-pvI/AAAAAAAAAIs/iER-7cmNDjo/s320/aliceinwonderlandmadhattersteapartyheor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380807515711645426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finally finished &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alice's Adventures in Wonderland&lt;/span&gt;, I absolutely hated it. See I have a brain for imagination and fun, but this book is just a bunch of blubber. I couldn't even make sense of it, which I'm sure is half it's purpose but having never done drugs in my life I don't know how this is pleasurable or interesting. And don't even get me started on how it flows because there is no flow. It's like Carroll just wrote it down as it came to him and didn't even bother to edit it or to maybe even read it over. I was very disappointed considering this is a 'classic'. I think a nice mystery will do me good for my next read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-48880103323497777?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/48880103323497777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=48880103323497777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/48880103323497777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/48880103323497777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/09/wonderland-not-so-wonderful-and-nothing.html' title='Wonderland not so Wonderful, And nothing like my Wonderland of a body'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/Sqx37UK-pvI/AAAAAAAAAIs/iER-7cmNDjo/s72-c/aliceinwonderlandmadhattersteapartyheor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-7216069852831936933</id><published>2009-09-07T22:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T23:14:15.957-04:00</updated><title type='text'>24..oh my!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SqXAa5LKX-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/QDwv1upGXSg/s1600-h/DSCN1043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SqXAa5LKX-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/QDwv1upGXSg/s320/DSCN1043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378916898220695522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunflower mazes...the greatest thing ever created! Absolutely loved it and I want to go back again. Kenny and I had a fantastic time, even if I did spend a lot of time with my camera on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was also fantastic. I had a great little gathering of close friends with a Mad Hatter Tea Party theme. I had lanterns and balls and flowers hanging and a table that had an array of food and tea. After a lovely time over tea and food we cleared the table for a game of Therapy which was hilarious. But not as much fun as our game of What's Yours Like? around the fire. I couldn't have asked for a better evening or better friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I started Pre-K last week. The kids are great but boy is it a long 6 hours. I help 2 classes, an am class and a pm class. I come home exhausted, but I don't think I would trade it in for any thing. Although coming home with preschool songs stuck in my head is a little annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And back to the point of this blog, books. So I've been reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alice's Adventure in Wonderland&lt;/span&gt; and you know what, I still hate it. Alice is a pain in ass and a dumb ass. And I probably haven't picked up the book in a week. But since Kenny is reading I figured maybe I should do a bit too. Especially since once I'm finished I can move on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-7216069852831936933?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/7216069852831936933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=7216069852831936933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/7216069852831936933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/7216069852831936933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/09/24oh-my.html' title='24..oh my!'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SqXAa5LKX-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/QDwv1upGXSg/s72-c/DSCN1043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-5192688330377732559</id><published>2009-08-26T16:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T01:12:52.279-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambition  vs Motivation</title><content type='html'>Yea... I can't let it go, what are you going to do sue me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think even the most educated people get the two mixed up. So we shall ask Mr.Webster what the true definitions are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambition- &lt;strong&gt;1 a&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; an ardent desire for rank, fame, or power &lt;strong&gt;b&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; desire to achieve a particular end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motivation- &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; a &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/motivating" class="formulaic"&gt;motivating&lt;/a&gt; force, stimulus, or influence &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/incentive"&gt;incentive&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/drive"&gt;drive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by me wanting to eventually be the head of Special Education, I have the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;desire to achieve a particular end &lt;/span&gt;as well&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;as&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the desire for power&lt;/span&gt;. This classifies me as ambitious. If I wanted to do nothing with my life and just peddle along on a slighlty above minimum wage job with no dreams or aspirations, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; I would be considered low to no ambition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for motivation, we all have our moments of great motivation and moments of no motivation. It even happens to the most ambitious of us. Such as I have the drive to become a special education teacher, but I am taking my time, getting the education I need and the experience I need before I take the leap. But after 5 and a half years of undergrad I may take off a year before grad school so I don't burn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when deciding whether someone is ambitious or not, remember the difference between being ambitious and being motivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-5192688330377732559?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/5192688330377732559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=5192688330377732559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/5192688330377732559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/5192688330377732559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/08/ambition.html' title='Ambition  vs Motivation'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-7212295808700555657</id><published>2009-08-17T22:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:01:34.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea for Two, Two for Tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SooTSXNXlnI/AAAAAAAAAIc/T0GZQv0HEGQ/s1600-h/DSCN1039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SooTSXNXlnI/AAAAAAAAAIc/T0GZQv0HEGQ/s320/DSCN1039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371126711781398130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My lovely Boss gave me her teapot for my tea party. It makes the teapot party collection complete. Sunflowers! How me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in other news. I finished &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deliverance Dane&lt;/span&gt;, and I won't lie, I totally skipped that last interlude in the book. At that point the interludes were pointless, well at least they were to me. Ok so she's a witch, she was tried, she is going to be hanged. What I really cared about was what Connie would do to help her love Sam by using the physick book, aka shadow book, aka almanac. And then when it all happened it was like Howe was in a rush from her publishers to get the book out to print. It was rushed, it lacked true suspense that should have been used.  But still it was a good read. Nice mix of fiction and history. Yea you read that right, history! But it was my kind of history, Salem witch trials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alice's Adventures in Wonderland&lt;/span&gt;. Now I know it's a children's book but I can already tell you that I don't like the way it is written. When I read a book and it sounds like I wrote it, yet a bit more obnoxious with the side-notes, I'm not a fan. But we shall see, my feelings may change. Plus I'm only reading it as research from my party!! Which is 2 weeks away! Hmm, maybe I should notify people other than my Mikey and my Kenny. I have so far discovered that I have to make "Drink Me" tags to put on bottles, and those will be items that I will look for at Ikea Wednesday. The bottle represents the liquid Alice drinks when she first gets to the bottom of the rabbit hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. It's been 3 days since my Kenny went on vacation and I'm doing ok...haha. It's all the reading! The next step will probably be cleaning...yay! I have a kitchen pantry and a child's room that needs to be organized!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-7212295808700555657?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/7212295808700555657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=7212295808700555657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/7212295808700555657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/7212295808700555657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/08/tea-for-two-two-for-tea.html' title='Tea for Two, Two for Tea'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SooTSXNXlnI/AAAAAAAAAIc/T0GZQv0HEGQ/s72-c/DSCN1039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-8450441547287716717</id><published>2009-08-11T13:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T14:06:09.397-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Titleless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SoGy0BC3tqI/AAAAAAAAAIU/-S4EDVTVxhs/s1600-h/DSCN0937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SoGy0BC3tqI/AAAAAAAAAIU/-S4EDVTVxhs/s320/DSCN0937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368768837505758882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deliverance Dane&lt;/span&gt; for about a month now and I'm only half way through. It really makes me sad that I get less reading done in the summer than I do during the school year. And frankly it doesn't make much sense. I went to the beach yesterday with the intention of reading but only got to read a page or two. Which is ok because we did have fun. I'm babysitting my Alex today and hoping that I will get some off time to read. And it looks like the opportunity has arisen so I will take it. But I must say I love the way Howe intertwines History and fiction and throws in a little love story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-8450441547287716717?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/8450441547287716717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=8450441547287716717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/8450441547287716717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/8450441547287716717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/08/titleless.html' title='Titleless'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SoGy0BC3tqI/AAAAAAAAAIU/-S4EDVTVxhs/s72-c/DSCN0937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-3438431435254346611</id><published>2009-08-09T12:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T12:34:10.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I couldn't be happier...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom found the best addition to my Mad Hatter Tea Party...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/Sn75F69zX5I/AAAAAAAAAIE/Vn0jo9HK-Uo/s1600-h/DSCN0924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/Sn75F69zX5I/AAAAAAAAAIE/Vn0jo9HK-Uo/s320/DSCN0924.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368001685995347858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mrs.Potts!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also found this teapot that her friends gave her during her recovery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/Sn75377Z5LI/AAAAAAAAAIM/FwhgMQm27rY/s1600-h/DSCN0925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/Sn75377Z5LI/AAAAAAAAAIM/FwhgMQm27rY/s320/DSCN0925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368002545247184050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I thought would be the hardest part to planning my party ended up being the easiest. My boss has a teapot she wants me to use also. I'm lucky to have such helpful friends and family. So now I'm going to sit back in our new leather couches with my book, a Tinkbell coffee mug and an English muffin. It's a GREAT Sunday.&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/772724300722349329-3438431435254346611?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/3438431435254346611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=3438431435254346611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/3438431435254346611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/3438431435254346611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-couldnt-be-happier.html' title='I couldn&apos;t be happier...'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/Sn75F69zX5I/AAAAAAAAAIE/Vn0jo9HK-Uo/s72-c/DSCN0924.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-3371416262493900919</id><published>2009-08-04T18:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T14:50:40.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm late, I'm late for a very important date...</title><content type='html'>I want to have a Mad Hatter Tea Party for my birthday next month. Do you know how hard that is to plan?? Unless you happen to have a bunch of teapots and tea cups and paper lanterns laying around, it can get pretty expensive. But with a little help from Mikey I have been able to keep a pretty low budget. I bought 2 adorable tea pots at Marshall's the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/Sn3IgBPxFWI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Cef-k_87uKQ/s1600-h/DSCN0922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/Sn3IgBPxFWI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Cef-k_87uKQ/s320/DSCN0922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367666783311435106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/Sn3IrUb7elI/AAAAAAAAAH8/-4eaZcXv48Y/s1600-h/DSCN0923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/Sn3IrUb7elI/AAAAAAAAAH8/-4eaZcXv48Y/s320/DSCN0923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367666977441282642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also was able to find some awesome decorations with Mikey. The colors are awesome and I can't wait for my Birthday. Now I just have to decide if I'm buying the paper lanterns that I LOVE or the ones at Party City....Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-3371416262493900919?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/3371416262493900919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=3371416262493900919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/3371416262493900919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/3371416262493900919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-late-im-late-for-very-important-date.html' title='I&apos;m late, I&apos;m late for a very important date...'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/Sn3IgBPxFWI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Cef-k_87uKQ/s72-c/DSCN0922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-1499173811704034210</id><published>2009-07-31T09:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T09:39:02.497-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Books, Books and more Books</title><content type='html'>I bought three more books yesterday. That's a total of  eleven over the last few months and I have barely gotten through one. I really need to set aside more reading time. Or like today when it's rainy and all I want to do is read, but all I can do is work, just plain annoying. I also have to put all of them into my bookcases which takes some time and ambition (haha). But really all I need is a few minutes to my self and it will get done. Well that's all for my little rant. I have to finidh getting ready for work. I'm the movie bringer today, gotta love rainy days of camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm maybe that's what I could write, a book about life doing a TR camp. Oh the stories!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-1499173811704034210?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/1499173811704034210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=1499173811704034210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/1499173811704034210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/1499173811704034210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/07/books-books-and-more-books.html' title='Books, Books and more Books'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-355878924404861190</id><published>2009-07-06T17:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T17:26:58.724-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY!</title><content type='html'>Finally! I am done with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Lobotomy&lt;/span&gt;!!! Now on to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Physick Book of Deliverance Dane&lt;/span&gt;, yay! It's a book that I thought looked cool so I bought it. And now when I went to pick a book it was the one I chose. It better be a good one, and it better not take me the rest of the summer to read!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-355878924404861190?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/355878924404861190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=355878924404861190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/355878924404861190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/355878924404861190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally.html' title='FINALLY!'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-2845747172934433818</id><published>2009-07-05T12:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T12:03:58.308-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The book that never ends</title><content type='html'>I really need to finish &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Lobotomy&lt;/span&gt; I have been reading it for about 2 months, and I don't know why it has taken me this long. And it's at the point of being perpetually boring.  I really want to start one of my new books. Hopefully that will happen after a little reading out in the sun today :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-2845747172934433818?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/2845747172934433818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=2845747172934433818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/2845747172934433818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/2845747172934433818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/07/book-that-never-ends.html' title='The book that never ends'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-7838437921049307099</id><published>2009-07-01T16:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T12:48:14.199-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile</title><content type='html'>So it's been a while since I posted. And since that last post I have finished the school year off at SDMS, went to Brad Paisley, started camp, had a Tex Mex night at Mikey's, couldn't go to Rascal Flatts due to a tornado and a random trip to Boston. It has been fun filled and not so fun filled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to finish the school year off finding out that I have a position at SDMS again next year. I really love the staff there. Plus I don't know if I would be able to deal with Rachel and High School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad Paisley was AMAZING!! Absolutely love him! Got hit on my one of Pat's friends. It was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first three days of camp were fantastic. On the first day we had only one and then none for the other two. But we made up for it when we met Aldin and Cameron. Cam is too cute for words and laughs all the time and Aldin just makes me and Alex angry lol. He's a puncher, kicker, thrower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tex Mex night was fun. Mikey makes the BEST margaritas and fajitas. We really need to do that more often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our town was hit with a F1 tornado last Friday. It was frightening. Mom was stuck on a street which we later found out is where it started. The town green is destroyed and all the other destruction is ridiculously devastating. There are now intersections that long time residents have to look at street signs so they know where they are. And ever since then we have had a thunderstorm every day with no where for the rain to go so I'm pretty sure Wethersfield will float away at any moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And due to this tornado Stacy and I didn't go to Rascal Flatts. We are still a little hurt from it. But in the end we made an adult decision that kept us out of harms way, well at least that's what our parents are telling us so we don't feel so bad about missing out. But to make up for it we took a random trip to Boston with the boys Saturday evening till Sunday. It was a very interesting experience. We had fun, but here is a tip to everyone, NEVER drive 2 hours with 3 23 year old boys in your backseat...hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Court and I had a girls night a couple nights ago. We made amazing enchiladas and had amazing wine, 3 bottles in fact. We need to do that more often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm just trying to enjoy my 3 day weekend. Unfortunatley I can't do what I really want to do beacuse I have more important things to do. But a kegger at Court's should be fun tomorrow and then Kenny's lakehouse Sunday :) Hopefully I can get a tan before Part Two of Amy and Patrick's wedding next weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think that's the majority of what's been going on in the best few weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-7838437921049307099?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/7838437921049307099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=7838437921049307099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/7838437921049307099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/7838437921049307099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-8412144495017189409</id><published>2009-06-10T12:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T13:12:32.882-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't written in awhile so here's the summary. My computer died yet again. I had ridiculous strept throat that antibiotics couldn't get rid of so my doctor had the put me on a z-pack of prednisone. HP decided that it was best to junk-out my computer. I had Special Olympics this past weekend which were ridiculously fun. And last night I went and got my new computer. So yea pretty much the past few weeks have been insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get my Brad Paisley ticket today :) Saturday is going to be a blast!! That is except for the Praxis II exam I am taking in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-8412144495017189409?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/8412144495017189409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=8412144495017189409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/8412144495017189409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/8412144495017189409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-havent-written-in-awhile-so-heres.html' title=''/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-6192436183238276179</id><published>2009-05-21T10:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T10:35:39.392-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't think of a title</title><content type='html'>So we all know that a) I'm a bit crazy and b) I believe in the paranormal. Well I have also said recently that I have been hearing weird noises around my house. A couple weeks ago Stacy and I both heard what sounded like someone coming in the front door and when I went to look there was no one there and no one else home. Not to meantion I checked before we even confirmed we heard teh same thing. Well today while I am home on my break I sat down for part of this weekd SVU and some breakfast before going outside to sun and clean my car ( I love killing 2 birds with one stone).Anywhoo, while sitting on the couch admiring Detective Stabler, the training potty that we have for Morgan and Ericca went off. It's a singing potty so that it encourages teh girls to use it, it's very cute. But the only way for it to sing is if liquid hits the sensors, therefor it cant just go off on its own. Very weird. Then as I was about to go outside I heard something fall in Tom"s room, as if here was in there. But of course he left with Guy this morning at 6:30. Very strange.  Oh well, it will just give me a reason to have Jay, Grant and Steve come to my house haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I lost a pound! Haha. Now you may be thinking, whats a freaking pound. Well considereing I just started Yaz a few months ago it means a lot. This is because you normally gaine like five pounds or so when you first start birth control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting outside and it is sooo freaking hot and its barely 10:30. Love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-6192436183238276179?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/6192436183238276179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=6192436183238276179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/6192436183238276179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/6192436183238276179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-cant-think-of-title.html' title='I can&apos;t think of a title'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-4634467640030376071</id><published>2009-05-18T15:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T15:51:31.967-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Girls are definitley Angels on Earth</title><content type='html'>I want to write but I don't really know what to write about. While I think here are some cute pictures of my girls that I took last weekend. I think I have to have them blown up because I love them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/ShG5fyAkhEI/AAAAAAAAAHo/jFV60Xs4Xj4/s1600-h/15250023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/ShG5fyAkhEI/AAAAAAAAAHo/jFV60Xs4Xj4/s320/15250023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337250989061997634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/ShG5fkcyMZI/AAAAAAAAAHg/pfm0iHm98m8/s1600-h/15250022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/ShG5fkcyMZI/AAAAAAAAAHg/pfm0iHm98m8/s320/15250022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337250985422238098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/ShG5fjhuFbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-8WL05YtSV0/s1600-h/15250021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/ShG5fjhuFbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-8WL05YtSV0/s320/15250021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337250985174504882" 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/772724300722349329-4634467640030376071?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/4634467640030376071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=4634467640030376071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/4634467640030376071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/4634467640030376071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-girls-are-definitley-angels-on.html' title='Little Girls are definitley Angels on Earth'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/ShG5fyAkhEI/AAAAAAAAAHo/jFV60Xs4Xj4/s72-c/15250023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-8893099832569217763</id><published>2009-05-10T23:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T00:22:13.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Music makes the world go round</title><content type='html'>Brought on by my seeing of the Killers last night, I have decided to make a list of all the concerts (artists) I've seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall start with technically my first concert in 1996 which was Hanson.&lt;br /&gt;Then follows (in no particular order, and some may have been the same concert)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Killers&lt;br /&gt;*N Sync (3 times)&lt;br /&gt;Britney Spears (2 times)&lt;br /&gt;John Mayer (5 times)&lt;br /&gt;Keith Urban (2 times)&lt;br /&gt;LFO&lt;br /&gt;Maroon 5 (2 times, once as John Mayers opener)&lt;br /&gt;Counting Crows (with John Mayer)&lt;br /&gt;Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;All-American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;Gym Class Heros (2 times, once at spring fling)&lt;br /&gt;Straylight Run&lt;br /&gt;The Format&lt;br /&gt;Enrique Iglesias&lt;br /&gt;Marc Anthony&lt;br /&gt;Jordan Knight (opening for *N Sync)&lt;br /&gt;Ben Folds (opening for John Mayer)&lt;br /&gt;Rob Thomas&lt;br /&gt;Brad Paisley (and again this summer)&lt;br /&gt;Rascal Flatts(and again this summer)&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Swift (opening for Rascal Flatts)&lt;br /&gt;Michael Buble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's it but probably not. I'll add more if I think of any.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-8893099832569217763?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/8893099832569217763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=8893099832569217763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/8893099832569217763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/8893099832569217763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/05/music-makes-world-go-round.html' title='Music makes the world go round'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-2106917898978415574</id><published>2009-05-08T08:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T09:04:07.365-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY?!?!!?!!</title><content type='html'>So let me take a moment and vent how FUCKING stupid people can be. And I only say that with all the love in my heart because if I didn''t love her I wouldn't be this angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear and wonderful, non-biological sister, is a dumb ass and angers me beyond belief. The idiot that she is allowed her ex-boyfriend's best friend to convince her to go with him to check on her piece of shit ex-boyfriend because he didn't show up for work and wasn't answering his phone or his door. Well as it turns out he apparently tried, tried being the key word here, to commit suicide. Now I'm sorry but if you are going to do it, do it. Don't do it just for attention which he obviously got because she's and idiot. And maybe this world would be better with one less asshole in it. Now of course I do not condone suicide, it is a horrible thing if someone feels so poorly that they must take their own life to stop whatever pain they are going through. But to be a little bitch and attempt to do so to get your ex-girlfriends attention is just disgusting. And the fact that she gave him the attention is even worse. I am beyond angry with her. And I couldn't even tell her that yesterday because as she was telling me I was at Park and Rec golf practice so I could not use the choice words I wanted to use. All I could muster up was " You shouldn't have gone", "Why did you go?", "You shouldn't have gone!" I love her to pieces but if she is going to be this self destructive after months of me trying to get her away from it and helping her realize she doesn't need his fucking ass, I really don't know if I can deal with her anymore. I guess I 'understand' why she would want to go, and that's a very loose 'I guess'. But he treated her SO poorly when they were together and she supposedly hasn't spoken to him in months. Which I am now thinking is a lie if the best friend called and asked if Asshole was with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH! I'm going to go channel this anger to either wii fit or pilates. Haven't decided yet. Oh yes because I don't have to work today but I'm still up ass early. And if the sun ever decides to stay out for more than 5 minutes I might go sit out in it later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-2106917898978415574?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/2106917898978415574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=2106917898978415574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/2106917898978415574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/2106917898978415574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/05/why.html' title='WHY?!?!!?!!'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-8588809422468182388</id><published>2009-05-07T10:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T10:39:04.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Literature</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SgLvp5TmAsI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/J-mBA6qvsXw/s1600-h/DSCN0607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SgLvp5TmAsI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/J-mBA6qvsXw/s320/DSCN0607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333088411796767426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't that such a pretty picture of the Wethersfield Cove? I took it last weekend when Kenny and  I went to skip rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I recently finished reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Wrinkle in Time&lt;/span&gt;. What a cute book. I never read it when I was a child so I can only imagine what that would have been like with the imagination I had back then. I still have an overactive one so the reading was quite enjoyable. I can't wait till Alex is a bit older so that she could read it. With that done I picked up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sharp Objects&lt;/span&gt; by Gillian Flynn Monday morning. To give you an idea on how much I enjoyed it, I finished it last night at 2am. It was a mystery/thriller and I want more! I was actually sad when it was over, it was so enjoyable. And it just so happens that her newest novel came out on Tuesday, so you know what that means, my 30% coupon for Borders and I need to get over there and buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I think my next read will be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Lobotomy&lt;/span&gt;. It is a memoir by Howard Dully. He is trying to figure out why he was given a lobotomy in 1960 at the age of 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-8588809422468182388?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/8588809422468182388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=8588809422468182388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/8588809422468182388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/8588809422468182388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-literature.html' title='Some Literature'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SgLvp5TmAsI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/J-mBA6qvsXw/s72-c/DSCN0607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-2373244072853561222</id><published>2009-05-07T10:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T10:24:05.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Gloomy Day = Johnny Depp + Tim Burton movie day</title><content type='html'>I sit here on this gloomy Thursday during my break from work. Sweeney Todd is on demand so I decided to put it on, even though I obviously own it. And the only thing that is pushing me to go back to work at 11:30 for an hour is the fact that my check will be waiting in my mailbox haha. Oh and did I mention I am writing all of this on my mother's computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course, as luck would have it my lights in my room are now fixed but my computer is fucked. Something corrupted Vista and I don't have an operating system. Tom is trying to do what he can. If he can get my files off but can't get it to work I'm bringing it to David's Best Buy in hopes that he can help me. This is ridiculous. Can I have everything all in working order just for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I thankfully looked at my e-mails from Praxis and I had the dates totally switched and I will not have to take any days off from camp this summer! Both tests are on Saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny and I have been talking, practically since we started dating, that we wanted to go to Disney World. So after he handed me $3.75 in quarters for no particular reason, except that they some how showed up in his shoe, we decided to start a Disney Fund. I said we should get a Disney Fund jar, but as he pointed out, that would cost more than what we had so far haha. So when I got home that night I remembered I had a Disney Store box and made this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SgLs4sw9OOI/AAAAAAAAAHI/asZEA0FgA6I/s1600-h/DSCN0669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SgLs4sw9OOI/AAAAAAAAAHI/asZEA0FgA6I/s320/DSCN0669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333085367593416930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So far we have about $8 in change. It's not much but it's a start. And as Stacy said, we'll save enough by the time we go on our honeymoon haha. Too bad we already agreed on Hawaii for our honeymoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-2373244072853561222?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/2373244072853561222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=2373244072853561222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/2373244072853561222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/2373244072853561222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-gloomy-day-johnny-depp-tim.html' title='Another Gloomy Day = Johnny Depp + Tim Burton movie day'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SgLs4sw9OOI/AAAAAAAAAHI/asZEA0FgA6I/s72-c/DSCN0669.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-8095651190664928090</id><published>2009-05-03T13:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T13:38:34.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the luckiest Mimi ever!</title><content type='html'>I don't think my nieces could get any cuter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/Sf3V8oxd_1I/AAAAAAAAAHA/9Eq0Hq-njgY/s1600-h/10140020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/Sf3V8oxd_1I/AAAAAAAAAHA/9Eq0Hq-njgY/s320/10140020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331652771590307666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/Sf3V8R15DsI/AAAAAAAAAG4/XMdNH2rFSQc/s1600-h/10100022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/Sf3V8R15DsI/AAAAAAAAAG4/XMdNH2rFSQc/s320/10100022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331652765434842818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/Sf3V8bLCcDI/AAAAAAAAAGw/a5J7-uqukwU/s1600-h/10100020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; 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height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/Sf3V7xu76xI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1GKS8oycOdU/s320/10100018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331652756815735570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/Sf3VbfgBWuI/AAAAAAAAAGY/n0H82J3cCEE/s1600-h/10100024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/Sf3VbfgBWuI/AAAAAAAAAGY/n0H82J3cCEE/s320/10100024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331652202165525218" 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/772724300722349329-8095651190664928090?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/8095651190664928090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=8095651190664928090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/8095651190664928090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/8095651190664928090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-luckiest-mimi-ever.html' title='I am the luckiest Mimi ever!'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/Sf3V8oxd_1I/AAAAAAAAAHA/9Eq0Hq-njgY/s72-c/10140020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-3508642033398817539</id><published>2009-05-02T18:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T18:33:28.919-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank Goodness!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SfzG5I37REI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/etaQ4tgCDfI/s1600-h/DSCN0600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SfzG5I37REI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/etaQ4tgCDfI/s320/DSCN0600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331354743836722242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is back in order! All my books are nicely placed in their alphabetized places. Although I my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Great Gatsby&lt;/span&gt; is missing. I have no clue where it went, if anything maybe Courtney has it but Alex doesn't. But she does have my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breakfast on Pluto&lt;/span&gt;. Now the converter for my track light has to come in the mail and my room will be as good as new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a funny story. I was leaving at approximately 1pm yesterday afternoon to pick up my lovely Parks &amp;amp; Recreation check. As I do so the creeper plumber finally shows up. He pulls up next to my car because my window was open and the following conversation occurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;Hi. how are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Creeper plumber:&lt;/span&gt; Good. You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CP:&lt;/span&gt; Jose stopped by my house last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;I don't know Jose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CP:&lt;/span&gt; Jose Cuervo, that's why I'm late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY?!?!? How unprofessional is that! And I don't care what alcohol persona stopped by your house last night you should be at work on time. I had wine Wednesday night after 2 days off thanks to the Swine Flu and I still went to work on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well I had a wonderful day today with my girls and doing gymnastics. And now for some grub with my baby and ice cream at the cove :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-3508642033398817539?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/3508642033398817539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=3508642033398817539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/3508642033398817539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/3508642033398817539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/05/thank-goodness.html' title='Thank Goodness!!'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SfzG5I37REI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/etaQ4tgCDfI/s72-c/DSCN0600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-2751505489840742638</id><published>2009-04-30T10:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:35:02.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The HORROR!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/Sfm2bZVVpSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_cmjeud2gYQ/s1600-h/DSCN0598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/Sfm2bZVVpSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_cmjeud2gYQ/s320/DSCN0598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330492215742801186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the creeper plumber (that's the name I have given to him) is supposed to be in my room today putting in the new thermostat which happens to be behind my lovely 7ft tall Ikea bookcase. This meant that last night I had to remove all of my 140 some odd books. They are all piled up on my desk, some being in a wash basket. The disorganization of them hurts me. I just have the need to put them back in their wonderful alphabetical order. It's like cruel and unusual punishment. And it doesn't help that creeper plumber blocked my car in so I can't even leave yet. Although he did ask if I would need to get out and I said yes (because I have a hair appt at 12) and he got annoyed. REALLY!?!? He has an hour to do whatever he needs to do and he has another guy with him. It also isn't my fault that he takes up our driveway like he owns the place. Oh and did I mention I am home because we had another Swine Flu day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's get back to the fact that he will be in my room, Hi uncomfortable feeling. I'm not a fan of strangers in my room, especially ones I find creepy. For the past 2 weeks I wasn't comfortable with him in the house never mind my room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-2751505489840742638?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/2751505489840742638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=2751505489840742638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/2751505489840742638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/2751505489840742638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/04/horror.html' title='The HORROR!!!'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/Sfm2bZVVpSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_cmjeud2gYQ/s72-c/DSCN0598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-4552274497916128546</id><published>2009-04-28T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:52:23.984-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Epidemics, Pandemics...Craziness</title><content type='html'>Sooooooooooooooooo I don't have work tomorrow thanks to the wonderful teacher at SDMS who may be infected with the Swine Flu.... WHAT?!!? It's almost a week and a half since we got back from vacation and NOW we have someone who may be infected...craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I am watching SVU and they are talking about vaccines and unimmunized children. Although I know that it is believed that vaccines MAY cause autism, they are still important for the safety of the child and every one else. And what I don't get is that people who themselves have their immunizations choose to not her their children immunized. CRAZY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-4552274497916128546?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/4552274497916128546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=4552274497916128546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/4552274497916128546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/4552274497916128546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/04/epidemics-pandemicscraziness.html' title='Epidemics, Pandemics...Craziness'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-1178927805906532355</id><published>2009-04-22T01:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T01:41:12.890-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kenny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comfort'/><title type='text'>In the arms of an angel....</title><content type='html'>So I have recently realized something, and don't think I'm crazy. Cause I'm not. And please don't let Courtney be the only person to not think I'm crazy after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My realization is that since Kenny has been in my life I have had less to practically no 'experiences' of my dad. Now wait let me explain. Since my dad's passing whenever I would get upset, no matter what it was, I would get a tingling sensation on my cheek, sometimes right and sometimes left. Without fail when I would get sad or cry there he was. But since I have been with Kenny I can't recall any such happenings. And I would like to think that it's because now I have someone I can depend on and who can comfort me and loves me. And let me tell you, this realization is bittersweet. I'm happy that I have Kenny and that he can give me all that I need, but it's upsetting not having those moments, if you will, with my dad. I know you are thinking I'm crazy, but a) it takes one to know one and b) there is never anything wrong with faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is that for my crazy rant for this evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-1178927805906532355?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/1178927805906532355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=1178927805906532355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/1178927805906532355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/1178927805906532355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-arms-of-angel.html' title='In the arms of an angel....'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-1185790752567194013</id><published>2009-04-18T15:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T15:38:55.924-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Waredrobe</title><content type='html'>Basically my new summer wardrobe...I don't have all the pieces yet but I just ordered the tops, dress and flip flops and I already own the capris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/summer_outfits/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=8102457"&gt;&lt;img width="400" alt="Summer Outfits" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFl9GVXpNVkFzM2hHMWJxUDFUbHdmWEEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Summer Outfits" height="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.polyvore.com/summer_outfits/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=8102457"&gt;Summer Outfits&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=738763"&gt;invinciblesmile&lt;/a&gt; featuring &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/old_navy_clothing/shop?brand=Old+Navy&amp;amp;category_id=2"&gt;Old Navy clothing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-1185790752567194013?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/1185790752567194013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=1185790752567194013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/1185790752567194013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/1185790752567194013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/04/summer-waredrobe.html' title='Summer Waredrobe'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-4816353260843508418</id><published>2009-04-13T19:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T19:51:21.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another weekend in pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;The Birthday Girl on the slide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SePNZB9tbDI/AAAAAAAAAF4/pfpLgTl4iW4/s1600-h/DSCN0351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SePNZB9tbDI/AAAAAAAAAF4/pfpLgTl4iW4/s320/DSCN0351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324325014389746738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swings!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SePNYz2MiDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/YU762OQhS9s/s1600-h/DSCN0353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SePNYz2MiDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/YU762OQhS9s/s320/DSCN0353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324325010600134706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SePMLmU-thI/AAAAAAAAAFY/1ODgjsn8oHI/s1600-h/DSCN0357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SePMLmU-thI/AAAAAAAAAFY/1ODgjsn8oHI/s320/DSCN0357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324323684121228818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How funny are they&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SePMLa9hcUI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_DJE1BDoW-4/s1600-h/DSCN0387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SePMLa9hcUI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_DJE1BDoW-4/s320/DSCN0387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324323681070051650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My munchkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SePMLO2uTmI/AAAAAAAAAFI/GRaV-lTIZMk/s1600-h/DSCN0390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SePMLO2uTmI/AAAAAAAAAFI/GRaV-lTIZMk/s320/DSCN0390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324323677820309090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SePMLKgvfGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/YVBXmoXxfwA/s1600-h/DSCN0396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SePMLKgvfGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/YVBXmoXxfwA/s320/DSCN0396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324323676654369890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Concentrating on her artwork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SePLH6rwy4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/n-O5brxEgBU/s1600-h/DSCN0397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SePLH6rwy4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/n-O5brxEgBU/s320/DSCN0397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324322521354390402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gymnastics is paying off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SePLIPxWKXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/O-PEJ23dHew/s1600-h/DSCN0407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SePLIPxWKXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/O-PEJ23dHew/s320/DSCN0407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324322527014955378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for their beloved Kenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SePLIW6DWaI/AAAAAAAAAEo/unMisTro_RE/s1600-h/DSCN0412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SePLIW6DWaI/AAAAAAAAAEo/unMisTro_RE/s320/DSCN0412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324322528930519458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hat Auntie Jen, Uncle Jim and Morgan got her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SePLI2PzdnI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2hHhCrTjc8w/s1600-h/DSCN0427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SePLI2PzdnI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2hHhCrTjc8w/s320/DSCN0427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324322537343252082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her fingers seemed to find her cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SePLIpF8i0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/e8hLN9-E3wM/s1600-h/DSCN0418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SePLIpF8i0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/e8hLN9-E3wM/s320/DSCN0418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324322533812243266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blowing out her candles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SePJjYx2j6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/JsSu_P0LquU/s1600-h/DSCN0446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SePJjYx2j6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/JsSu_P0LquU/s320/DSCN0446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324320794266210210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Licking her candles...the best part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SePJjpKkfEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Vw0gufbdPmc/s1600-h/DSCN0448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SePJjpKkfEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Vw0gufbdPmc/s320/DSCN0448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324320798664850498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SePJjPJmkOI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RyTrKe1KJTE/s1600-h/DSCN0441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SePJjPJmkOI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RyTrKe1KJTE/s320/DSCN0441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324320791681470690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that a baby!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SePJi7utzXI/AAAAAAAAADw/oDsFmA9dzOg/s1600-h/DSCN0429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SePJi7utzXI/AAAAAAAAADw/oDsFmA9dzOg/s320/DSCN0429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324320786468425074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing Skeeball&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SePJj4RigOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Rrv-aAvwFPI/s1600-h/DSCN0452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SePJj4RigOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Rrv-aAvwFPI/s320/DSCN0452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324320802720612578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-4816353260843508418?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/4816353260843508418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=4816353260843508418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/4816353260843508418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/4816353260843508418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-weekend-in-pictures.html' title='Another weekend in pictures'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SePNZB9tbDI/AAAAAAAAAF4/pfpLgTl4iW4/s72-c/DSCN0351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-3220494442352175717</id><published>2009-04-13T18:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:57:12.451-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is that a baby?</title><content type='html'>You know, the title of my blog really couldn't be more true. The truth really is stranger than fiction. For example, my bestes friends skeezy, psycho ex who e-mails me that he wants me to help him win her heart back. WHAT?!?! Do I look crazy? Like really? I have quite a few select words for him which I will not send because frankly, he isn't worth my time. But I can't believe that he seriously thinks I would help him. Oh the wackos in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on a fun adventure today to find the house that the Haunting in Connecticut is based on. It wasn't nearly as creepy looking as in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always say how wonderful their boyfriend is because of what they bring them or buy them, well mine is wonderful for knowing things without me telling him. He acknowledged something that I wasn't sure if he knew or remembered Saturday night which sent me into being a blubbering idiot, which was ok because I had to get it out somehow. And for that, he is wonderful. And the fact that he's a smarty pants and apparently artistic. He also came over last night to cuddle with me because I wasn't feeling well. There is nothing like snuggling up to Garden State.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I don't make much sense, I am conjested thanks to this lovely cold my parents gave me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-3220494442352175717?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/3220494442352175717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=3220494442352175717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/3220494442352175717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/3220494442352175717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-that-baby.html' title='Is that a baby?'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-6343636170738249377</id><published>2009-04-10T00:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T00:58:50.789-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware!!!!.....a blog by a very tired person</title><content type='html'>So I finished &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Driving With Dead People&lt;/span&gt; last week. I absolutely loved it. I really need to read more memoirs by every day people, they are much more entertaining than celebrity ones.  So I ended up picking up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Speak&lt;/span&gt; as my next book. I read it within 3 days and wasn't impressed with it at all. I don't know if it was because I had to read a 14 year olds point of view or what. It did have a good message in it, but I've read better. And so onto my most recent book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Wrinkle in Time&lt;/span&gt;. I just started it this afternoon and have only gotten through a few pages so I can't really say much for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lovely week and now it is vacation time. And by vacation time, I mean that I don't have to deal with middle schoolers but TR kids for 3 days instead. And this is a better deal. Today I ran around the world going to numerous stores and spending money. It was fun and now I am wiped out. Just made a few more beads at Kenny's, I can't wait to see how they come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Kenny and I are taking Alex and Ericca to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Monsters vs Aliens&lt;/span&gt; in 3-D. That is going to be soooo much fun, and the only event that got me through this week. It is also Ericca's birthday which just makes it super special. her birthday party is Saturday and at Chuck E Cheese's, which I absolutley hate. I have never liked the place where a kid can be a kid. It is also so loud and chaotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm going to sign off Kenny's computer and pick up my book which he makes some beads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful Passover and a Happy Easter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-6343636170738249377?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/6343636170738249377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=6343636170738249377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/6343636170738249377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/6343636170738249377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/04/bewarea-blog-by-very-tired-person.html' title='Beware!!!!.....a blog by a very tired person'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-1172076761796502632</id><published>2009-04-06T10:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:19:28.074-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Using a blog as a mirror</title><content type='html'>The impending date is among us. It isn't a day that I actively try to remember, but one that embedded into my every thought. Conscious or unconscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really amazing how fast time flies by and how only certain events can remind you of this passing. Soon I will have been without as long as I was with which is an odd idea to wrap ones mind around. I'm not trying to be a downer or have self pity. I think its more of a recognition of thoughts and feelings I don't usually make myself or others aware of. It is a part of me as much as I don't want it to be and I'm not sure people understand that. It has made me who I am and who I will be. It is what has decided the rest of my life and how I respond to situations and events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A musical is no longer a musical but something that causes involuntary tears when the first note is played. An odd obsession with death and ghosts develops, but no need to actually encounters. Seeing a scary movie or watching Ghost Hunters is more than entertainment but a connection that I once had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-1172076761796502632?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/1172076761796502632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=1172076761796502632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/1172076761796502632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/1172076761796502632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/04/using-blog-as-mirror.html' title='Using a blog as a mirror'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-4972292575885177342</id><published>2009-03-29T21:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:07:04.529-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend (in pictures)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Off the side of Talcott Mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SdAjXRVJQoI/AAAAAAAAABw/EoO-QrlHOKE/s1600-h/DSCN0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SdAjXRVJQoI/AAAAAAAAABw/EoO-QrlHOKE/s320/DSCN0217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318790042620609154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A pond full of frogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SdAj2yFP-BI/AAAAAAAAAB4/sgQKMm2Hv4M/s1600-h/DSCN0220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SdAj2yFP-BI/AAAAAAAAAB4/sgQKMm2Hv4M/s320/DSCN0220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318790583988254738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roots through the outcrop&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SdAkxJ8aj4I/AAAAAAAAACA/ZFxxFz-jQNE/s1600-h/DSCN0238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SdAkxJ8aj4I/AAAAAAAAACA/ZFxxFz-jQNE/s320/DSCN0238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318791586826063746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my Hunny&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SdAlxR9o_2I/AAAAAAAAACg/WrOE4NCWlHo/s1600-h/DSCN0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SdAlxR9o_2I/AAAAAAAAACg/WrOE4NCWlHo/s320/DSCN0254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318792688490315618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is just too cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SdAlxHGXv4I/AAAAAAAAACY/nYzyZYT39tQ/s1600-h/DSCN0251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SdAlxHGXv4I/AAAAAAAAACY/nYzyZYT39tQ/s320/DSCN0251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318792685574143874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought this was fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SdAlxGSDK_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zv_mFyFWhYU/s1600-h/DSCN0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SdAlxGSDK_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zv_mFyFWhYU/s320/DSCN0247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318792685354691570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SdAlw6-4afI/AAAAAAAAACI/7b0ZPKxpZXY/s1600-h/DSCN0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SdAlw6-4afI/AAAAAAAAACI/7b0ZPKxpZXY/s320/DSCN0246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318792682321504754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bugsy on the slide with the Ericca and Morgan on the Seesaw&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SdAoG_axx9I/AAAAAAAAADA/iYxwE-LkZ3c/s1600-h/DSCN0294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SdAoG_axx9I/AAAAAAAAADA/iYxwE-LkZ3c/s320/DSCN0294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318795260492629970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Birthday Girl and Ericca&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SdAoGejGXZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wKEqLOEF8B4/s1600-h/DSCN0287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SdAoGejGXZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wKEqLOEF8B4/s320/DSCN0287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318795251669163410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Cheeseball&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SdAoGBaAkPI/AAAAAAAAACw/eXkDyn8-yP0/s1600-h/DSCN0278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SdAoGBaAkPI/AAAAAAAAACw/eXkDyn8-yP0/s320/DSCN0278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318795243846406386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My brother-in-law is insane&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SdAoHRCmbNI/AAAAAAAAADI/FteI1lwWCAA/s1600-h/DSCN0312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SdAoHRCmbNI/AAAAAAAAADI/FteI1lwWCAA/s320/DSCN0312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318795265223060690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-4972292575885177342?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/4972292575885177342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=4972292575885177342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/4972292575885177342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/4972292575885177342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-weekend-in-pictures.html' title='My Weekend (in pictures)'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SdAjXRVJQoI/AAAAAAAAABw/EoO-QrlHOKE/s72-c/DSCN0217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-4028804010192259471</id><published>2009-03-24T12:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T13:03:08.339-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Put on My Chemical Romance and call me Emo</title><content type='html'>I finally finished &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Likeness&lt;/span&gt;. Thank God. That book was so anticlimactic, unlike the first one. And yet it still wasn't half bad. Now I am onto &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Driving With Dead People&lt;/span&gt;. It's a memoir and it sounds interesting. Plus what's better than a book that cost one cent on Amazon.com?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to start now, while I wait to hear from Kenny. I really can't wait for him to get home. Maybe things will go back to normal, or at least feel that way. I just feel so distanced from the world. And I still haven't decided if its a good thing or a bad thing that I know that if I am in the state I am currently in, I can not see certain people. I feel like an emo chick over here. But it just feels like things are going for a little spiral down and I'm losing grip. I just hope that all changes soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-4028804010192259471?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/4028804010192259471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=4028804010192259471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/4028804010192259471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/4028804010192259471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/03/put-on-my-chemical-romance-and-call-me.html' title='Put on My Chemical Romance and call me Emo'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-6982581000380643772</id><published>2009-03-23T17:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T17:50:24.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone once asked, 'I know you can be overwhelmed, and you can be underwhelmed, but can you ever just be whelmed? ". So I ask you this, can you be happy and unhappy at the same time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-6982581000380643772?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/6982581000380643772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=6982581000380643772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/6982581000380643772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/6982581000380643772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/03/someone-once-asked-i-know-you-can-be.html' title=''/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-5806926567984523096</id><published>2009-03-13T08:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T08:59:45.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Friday the 13th!</title><content type='html'>So we (mom and I) have decided that Guy is not allowed to leave the country. So far since he left on Wednesday my track lighting in my room has mysteriously stopped working and today when I went to get in my car and scoot on over to work I noticed my car was tilted to the right, which was the result of having a flat tire. So needless to say mom was going to drop me off and then pick me up at 9 and Tom could give two shits and wouldn't wake up for me to transport me. This results in my staying home which is fine, I was only going to be in for an hour anyways thanks to CMTs. Mom did however offer for me to take her car to work but I think she was delusional due to her new stress from a doctor's call yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom had her 6 month CT scan, she gets one every 6 months due to being a cancer patient. They like to do a screening to make sure everything is a-ok. Well the cancer is still gone but she of course now has an enlarged thyroid. It is probably nothing but mom likes to go to the bad place. the doctor did some blood tests and she will probably have to go get an ultrasound to see whats going on. This is my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anywhoo, I got my craft-on Wednesday night. Kenny's mom basket weaves and invited me to go to a class with her because one of the other weaver's was bringing her daughter who is around my age. So I went and had a lot of fun. I got to make a berry basket and let me tell you, it isn't an easy task. But apparently it has a great shape and I did really well for my first time, what can I say it's the Virgo in me. And I would totally do it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SbpYI_TVCJI/AAAAAAAAABo/wKR3zpCmhKo/s1600-h/DSCN0204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SbpYI_TVCJI/AAAAAAAAABo/wKR3zpCmhKo/s200/DSCN0204.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312655621891623058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now I'm going to go wake Tom to go with me to get my tire fixed. How annoying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-5806926567984523096?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/5806926567984523096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=5806926567984523096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/5806926567984523096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/5806926567984523096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-friday-13th.html' title='Happy Friday the 13th!'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SbpYI_TVCJI/AAAAAAAAABo/wKR3zpCmhKo/s72-c/DSCN0204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-206322928665743749</id><published>2009-03-02T16:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T17:11:32.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have I ever mentioned how much I hate the snow. I really do. Even if it gives me a day off from work, I do not enjoy it. I can not be with my family for 2 or 3 days straight, I go insane. Actually I become ridiculously miserable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow was finally gone around here and BAM! a snow storm that drops about a foot of snow. Screw you mother nature! The only plus is that I get to spend my day playing Scrabble with Mikey on FB and knitting. And mom and I are going to do my taxes so I can't wait to see how much I get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this story in my head but I think it is because of my recent viewing and reading of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Coraline&lt;/span&gt;. I want to write a story about a girl who lives in an old Victorian home and on a snow day she decides to explore her surroundings. Too familiar or no? But I guess a lot of stories can be compared to each other because there are some similarities. Oh whatever. It's not like it matters, I never have the patience and concentration to sit and write a full story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for my random thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-206322928665743749?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/206322928665743749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=206322928665743749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/206322928665743749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/206322928665743749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/03/have-i-ever-mentioned-how-much-i-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-4721264314507269156</id><published>2009-02-28T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T16:57:11.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's a few updates since I haven't bogged in 2 weeks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Got Killer's tickets!!! I paid more than I should have, but it will totally be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I've been making more beads at Kenny's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I ripped out the bag I was knitting so I could start over. It was going to be too wide and not tall enough. I also bought yarn to make the girls rabbit slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Courtney gave me a mini make-over the other day and I look FABULOUS!! And Kenny loves it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-For once in my life I am reading a book that has a better movie. I took Alex to see &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Coraline&lt;/span&gt; last week during vacation and I decided to quickly read the book since it's just over 100 pages. The movie is better, it has more events in it. And btw, that movie is on the verge of too creepy. Good thing young children don't have the cognitive ability to realize how creepy it really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I have realized how small of a group I hang out with, and I'm semi-ok with it. Although there are some people I do miss and need to see soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm going to go look at the Grad programs at CCSU next week..yay! Another 2 years of my life that will never end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm that might be it. I can't wait for St. Patrick's Day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-4721264314507269156?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/4721264314507269156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=4721264314507269156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/4721264314507269156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/4721264314507269156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/02/heres-few-updates-since-i-havent-bogged.html' title=''/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-8727206503333069334</id><published>2009-02-11T22:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:33:14.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crafty Bunch</title><content type='html'>I have chosen a book. I am reading the sequel to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In The Woods&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Likeness&lt;/span&gt;. I had started it right after I finished &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In The Woods&lt;/span&gt; back in November but it didn't grab my attention as much and I ended up starting &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;. But now that I have allowed the story to sit and simmer a bit I have gotten right back into it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet again I am making some lovely beads at Kenny's. Oh and he made me the cutest spoon bookmark. We are quite the crafty bunch aren't we? My knitted bag is coming along nicely. I still have a ways to go but it already looks pretty cool. I'll post pics of all the craftiness later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-8727206503333069334?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/8727206503333069334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=8727206503333069334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/8727206503333069334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/8727206503333069334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/02/crafty-bunch.html' title='The Crafty Bunch'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-2383508438001648169</id><published>2009-02-10T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T15:10:38.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just dance!</title><content type='html'>Why is it so hard to lose weight? And can I please as the Weight Gods to not take my boobs when I shed the belly.Thanks. I happen to like them, and I know a few other people that do as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting calories. Exercising. What more do you want from me? I'm even thinking about joining the gym with Stacy. I do have a treadmill here and my wii fit but maybe if I go to the gym with someone I'll be even more motivated. She already has a Cardio Express membership and i can do a $10 a month with no signed contract, which is nice bc then I'm tied to them for 12 months which would be $20 a month and I would have free tanning. But really? Am I a tanner....no. Oh and I'll get to take any class for free. Yea I think this may be a go. Stac and I will have fun, and I'll get to bug her constantly about dating the asshole, even though I already do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Wii fit time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-2383508438001648169?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/2383508438001648169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=2383508438001648169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/2383508438001648169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/2383508438001648169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-dance.html' title='Just dance!'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-8122343947243726172</id><published>2009-02-09T12:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T12:47:35.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not a princess....no wait yes I am</title><content type='html'>So a bit has happened since the last time I wrote, but not much and nothing too exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Death:A Life&lt;/span&gt;.I enjoyed it very much. It was a nice change after reading &lt;span style="fontstyle:italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;. And I must say, I see Death in a whole new light. You wouldn't imagine the things he's been through since creation. It is another book that I recommend. And I've been trying to find it in audio form for Kenny to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have picked up a new hobby, all thanks to Kenny's mom. My new hobby is glass bead making. After I got past my initial fear of fire and glass together near me, I loved it. I've made 6 beads so far. Nothing fancy. And nothing very good but it's a start. And we even have mandrels that would allow a bead to fit my Chamilia bracelet, which is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SZBqSoT1_BI/AAAAAAAAABY/8bD6GhyITYQ/s1600-h/DSCN0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SZBqSoT1_BI/AAAAAAAAABY/8bD6GhyITYQ/s200/DSCN0116.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300853629705911314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;               &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SZBqhD9NeAI/AAAAAAAAABg/gdN1Z3vgnXw/s1600-h/DSCN0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SZBqhD9NeAI/AAAAAAAAABg/gdN1Z3vgnXw/s200/DSCN0117.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300853877645342722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made all but the blue with the little light blue dots on it, Kenny's mom made that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also started another new project. I am making a felted bag from the yarn and book I got for Christmas from the "in-laws" I guess is the easiest and down to the point way to write it. So I am very excited about that. And I now have to pick a new book to read from my book shelf. So help me and pick on that isn't rated on my Library thing ( http://www.librarything.com/catalog/invinciblesmile ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful afternoon. One day down of work, 4 more till vacation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-8122343947243726172?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/8122343947243726172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=8122343947243726172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/8122343947243726172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/8122343947243726172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-not-princessno-wait-yes-i-am.html' title='I&apos;m not a princess....no wait yes I am'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SZBqSoT1_BI/AAAAAAAAABY/8bD6GhyITYQ/s72-c/DSCN0116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-4622175006872156818</id><published>2009-02-03T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:04:00.771-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stephen king'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stephenie meyer'/><title type='text'>Stephen King is my hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;LOS ANGELES, Calif. -- Stephen King's opinion may drive a stake through the heart of "Twilight" author, Stephenie Meyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an interview with USA Weekend, the bestselling author compared Meyer with J.K. Rowling , the author of the Harry Potter series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Stephen, "Both Rowling and Meyer, they're speaking directly to young people... The real difference is that Jo Rowling is a terrific writer and Stephenie Meyer can't write worth a darn. She's not very good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Stephen may not be a fan of Stephenie's writing, he understands the appeal of the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People are attracted by the stories, by the pace and in the case of Stephenie Meyer, it's very clear that she's writing to a whole generation of girls and opening up kind of a safe joining of love and sex in those books. It's exciting and it's thrilling and it's not particularly threatening because it's not overtly sexual."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He further explains, "A lot of the physical side of it is conveyed in things like the vampire will touch her forearm or run a hand over skin, and she just flushes all hot and cold. And for girls, that's a shorthand for all the feelings that they're not ready to deal with yet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-4622175006872156818?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/4622175006872156818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=4622175006872156818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/4622175006872156818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/4622175006872156818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/02/stephen-king-is-my-hero.html' title='Stephen King is my hero'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-5704900044152048828</id><published>2009-02-02T16:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T16:29:49.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile...</title><content type='html'>So it's been a while since I did a real blog. The last two weeks have sure been interesting to say the least. The things I have seen, heard, and felt were like no other. Majority of it all was just shocking. New friends, old friends, drunk friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been writing a bit in my writing journal. Maybe sometime soon I'll put some stuff on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the mood to write when I started this but I have lost my want. I'm sure not having my laptop is part of it, I hate using mom's, but mine should be back by the 13th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm going to go finish watching this weekends SNL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-5704900044152048828?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/5704900044152048828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=5704900044152048828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/5704900044152048828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/5704900044152048828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile...'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-3885580030769962126</id><published>2009-01-25T21:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T21:10:31.163-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2"&gt;Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the questions. They have to be real things.. nothing made up.. You can't use your name for the boy/girl name question.&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Your Name:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;christina&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Things That Are Cold:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;canadians&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Pro Sports Teams:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;cardinals&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Insects:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;caterpillar&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Breakfast Foods:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;croisant&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Furniture:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;chair&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;TV Shows:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;charles in charge&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;People In Uniform:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;cadets&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Animal:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;cheetah&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Car Parts:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;carborater&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Athletes:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;cheerleaders&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Four Letter Words:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;chat&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;canary yellow&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Tool:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;chain saw&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Vehicles:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;chevy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sandwich:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;chicken salad&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Ice Cream Flavors:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;chocolate&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Book Titles:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Color of Water&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Menu Items:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;chef salad&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pimpsurveys.com/view-survey.php?id=4377" title="Online Scattergories!"&gt;Take this survey&lt;/a&gt; or other &lt;a href="http://www.pimpsurveys.com" title="MySpace Surveys"&gt;MySpace Surveys&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.pimpsurveys.com" title="MySpace Surveys"&gt;PimpSurveys.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-3885580030769962126?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/3885580030769962126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=3885580030769962126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/3885580030769962126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/3885580030769962126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/01/use-first-letter-of-your-name-to-answer.html' title=''/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-5219600759421391720</id><published>2009-01-20T14:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T14:36:22.653-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obama'/><title type='text'>The future of America begins today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SXYnOQgsODI/AAAAAAAAABI/1_WjS6LAi2U/s1600-h/michelle-obama-inauguration-dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SXYnOQgsODI/AAAAAAAAABI/1_WjS6LAi2U/s320/michelle-obama-inauguration-dress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293461537924331570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is crazy to think that what most Americans witnessed at 12:05pm today will be in the history books when my children go to school. It is a great thing to say that you have lived history, and it is even better when it's good history. A history that shows a brighter and better future for all. To me it isn't just his race (which is bi-racial, although it seems many do not see the white side)but that fact that President Obama is not former President George W. Bush. His thoughts and ideas are fresh and new. He is an articulate man who speaks to the people, not above the people. I was happy to hear how much my 8th graders got from President Obama's speech this afternoon. He spoke his knowledge in words that allowed those of all literacy to understand his goals and wants for this country. And he spoke those words with much passion, making us all feel the power behind those words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long eight years. Those years brought much hurt to our country and it's people. Many fallen soldiers and now many unemployed. If only we could wake up tomorrow with everything being where it was eight years ago before President Clinton switched places with President Bush. I recently heard Bush say that now President Obama must inherit the recession that he inherited. Although we all know there was not a recession before Bush's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also amazes me that the only times I have heard President Obama described as bi-racial is by children. Conner today and a 10 year old on the news today pointed out that he is not just the first black president, but in fact the first bi-racial president, which to me means more. He is not black nor white, but both. He is of a race that condemns him for favoring a side, when in most cases it is easier to side with the race that is more prominent in your appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just happy that today is the beginning of the future. Let's hope it is a brighter and more economically stable one. It is also the beginning of better speeches! Thank you former President Bush for all the laughs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was happy to read today that President Obama wants to change the funding for planned parenthood and fund programs that do not only focus on abstinence but on birth control and prevention. Maybe the teen pregnancy rate with drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we also can not forget that Michelle looked beautiful today and their two daughters are as cute as can be. Except for the Kennedy's they must be the cutest family in the White House ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-5219600759421391720?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/5219600759421391720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=5219600759421391720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/5219600759421391720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/5219600759421391720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/01/future-of-america-begins-today.html' title='The future of America begins today!'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SXYnOQgsODI/AAAAAAAAABI/1_WjS6LAi2U/s72-c/michelle-obama-inauguration-dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-8175696350728219501</id><published>2009-01-15T10:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T10:55:04.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I am loving &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Death:A Life&lt;/span&gt;. There is nothing funnier than personified Death telling his life story, while also explaining the creation of the world. Both in the view of creation and of evolution. I recommend it to everyone, it is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-8175696350728219501?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/8175696350728219501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=8175696350728219501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/8175696350728219501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/8175696350728219501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-i-am-loving-deatha-life.html' title=''/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-1115007922942351058</id><published>2009-01-12T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T11:30:31.254-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death:a life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stephenie meyer'/><title type='text'>The hills are alive with the sound of music</title><content type='html'>I just titled my post with lyrics from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Sound of Music&lt;/span&gt;, a musical that my undieing love for Julie Andrews can't provoke me to like. What is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it true? Oh yes it is! I have finished the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; series (or saga as Stephenie Meyer likes to call it). It is done! And I did not cause any physical harm to myself expect for actually reading it. The last book is by far the worst and could have easily been edited to half its volume to get the story out. The ending was boring and dull. And it felt like Meyer got her self into a little jumble when she had Alice &amp; Jasper leave which then turned into a whole crazy spiral of a story to get herself out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I closed&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Breaking Dawn&lt;/span&gt; for the last night I immediately picked up a book that didn't have the names Edward, Bella, Carisle, Esme, Alice, Jasper, Emmett, Rosalie, Renesmee, Charlie or Jacob in it. I chose a book that, hopefully due to good writing, didn't use the same adjectives over and over again; such as cold, hard, topaz, russet, hot, chagrin, and other repetitive descriptive words. There will be no sparkling vampire or shape-shifting werewolves. There will be no half-mortal/half-immortal babies. Well at least I hope these are things that will not contribute to my new literary adventure. I have chosen &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Death:a life&lt;/span&gt; as my new book. I have shelves upon shelves of other books that I have bought that have been waiting to be read, and this is a more recent purchase, but I just wanted a laugh. I do in fact have 2 other books started from different parts of this past fall and a book of Stephen Kings stories &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nightmares and Dreamscapes&lt;/span&gt; to finish, but this one stood out to me. What could be funnier than reading Death's memoir? It will be nice to hear things from his point of view. Plus it seems like this book may be able to provoke some intellectual thoughts into my little head. Although I will always have my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; moments with Mikey and Christina to annoy the living crap out of most of the people we love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with that note, my break is over and I have another hour or so to deal with 8th graders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-1115007922942351058?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/1115007922942351058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=1115007922942351058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/1115007922942351058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/1115007922942351058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/01/hills-are-alive-with-sound-of-music.html' title='The hills are alive with the sound of music'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-7975064871862540161</id><published>2009-01-08T13:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T13:55:11.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrubs</title><content type='html'>I Love Zach Braff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wait...NBC was dumb to get rid of Scrubs. Thank you ABC for picking it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-7975064871862540161?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/7975064871862540161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=7975064871862540161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/7975064871862540161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/7975064871862540161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/01/scrubs.html' title='Scrubs'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-2404541691872022179</id><published>2009-01-08T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T11:06:23.300-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one tree hill'/><title type='text'>Break time</title><content type='html'>Oh my God! I love crap tv, and by crap tv I mean One Tree Hill. It has gotten so craptastic it's fantastic. Peyton's preggers, Sam is being held hostage by the guy who killed Quentin and robbed Brooke, Nathan just made a basketball team, it's becoming a soap opera but with better acting. I want more! Do I really have to wait for next Monday's episode?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went and saw the real bloodsuckers today and got my blood drawn. With any luck my thyroid will be slow and my doctor will give me a lovely little pill that will let the pounds just melt away lol. Ok so I'm dreaming, whatevs, a girl can dream in this silly little society we live in that sees only the physical prospects of a person. And speaking of dreaming I had some odd dreams yesterday morning during my extra hour of sleep. Which was only an hour because I ended up having to babysit on my snow day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also decided that I want to write a story or what not about...hmm vampires lol. Now I just have to take the time and sort out all the details and what not...ugh! Yea this is why I never really write anything, it's too much work lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have to get back to SDMS (sadface) but I get to see Kenny after yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I haven't finished Breaking Dawn yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-2404541691872022179?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/2404541691872022179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=2404541691872022179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/2404541691872022179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/2404541691872022179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2009/01/break-time.html' title='Break time'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-1109756877328177248</id><published>2008-12-27T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T16:40:29.954-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time off</title><content type='html'>Christmas has come and gone, but vacation is still here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to work on finishing Breaking Dawn. And when I say work on it, I mean work on it. It is officially the worst book in the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit here doing nothing again, for the second day in a row. That annoys me and I don't have plans until tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wonderful boyfriend got me the prettiest bracelet ever! And I love it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the mood to write a little while ago but apparently that's not the case any longer. Maybe I'll attempt for Breaking Dawn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-1109756877328177248?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/1109756877328177248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=1109756877328177248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/1109756877328177248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/1109756877328177248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-off.html' title='Time off'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-3339542247889407610</id><published>2008-12-21T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T23:34:11.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas is you!</title><content type='html'>You know, Christmas is supposed to be a time about family and celebrating the birth Christ. But when you think about it, we spend more time worrying about what to buy other people and making sure we get what we want. It just doesn't feel like Christmas anymore. The joy has diminished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have shortened my Christmas buying list this year. It's not because of lack of money but because I'm tired of buying for people who just want. I bought for my parents, my brother, Kenny, Mikey, Courtney and Stacy. Oh and of course for my princesses. And as usual my lovely boyfriend was the hardest to buy for, but I managed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am still struggling through book 4 of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;. It's painful. I hate Jacob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hate all of this flipping snow. Damn you Snow Miser!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-3339542247889407610?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/3339542247889407610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=3339542247889407610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/3339542247889407610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/3339542247889407610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-i-want-for-christmas-is-you.html' title='All I want for Christmas is you!'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-5956036623506440134</id><published>2008-12-16T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:40:15.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Statements</title><content type='html'>I'm sick again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know what to get him for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's snowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we have a delay tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward is a vampire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob is a werewolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am cold and tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rule does not apply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found a winter coat and I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Christmas Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-5956036623506440134?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/5956036623506440134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=5956036623506440134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/5956036623506440134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/5956036623506440134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2008/12/statements.html' title='Statements'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-4152392346776428046</id><published>2008-12-12T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:18:00.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't understand that male mind, most of the time</title><content type='html'>I have a simple question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that when a man DECIDES to take out a girl on a date and pays, that it is the WOMAN'S fault for his spending money??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could just be me, because I'm not that kind of girl. But I don't give a shit if you take me out and lavish me with gifts, that is your decision. I have always believed that a date is a way to get to know someone else, as a time to talk. Go to a park for a walk, go browse a book store, grab a quick coffee.Just show me that you want to spend time with me. But DO NOT blaim your financial spending on a woman. Although I know there are some woman out there who do want the money and the gifts and what not. But any man who DECIDES to do so, well he needs to just deal with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like it is MY decision if I want to take Kenny out for dinner and pay. I will not complain,because it was what I wanted to do. And whether I do or not is also no ones business, but that's besides the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime I just don't get people. Don't try to be a 'baller' (sorry for lack of a better term) and then bitch about it. It makes you less attractive. Grow some balls and deal with your decisions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-4152392346776428046?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/4152392346776428046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=4152392346776428046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/4152392346776428046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/4152392346776428046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-dont-understand-that-male-mind-most.html' title='I don&apos;t understand that male mind, most of the time'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-2324191070853290916</id><published>2008-12-08T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:43:01.134-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starbucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kenny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>I always end up with a bunch of flake things and pink milk. My mind wanders.</title><content type='html'>Maybe it turns out to just be me, maybe things are weird and awkward because of me. Am I self-fulfilling a prophecy? I thought it would be weird, so did I simply make it weird. I don’t know. Kenny asked me last night “why does it have to be that way?”Which got me thinking, maybe it doesn’t. Maybe things shouldn’t bother me in the way they do. But at the same time how could they not. She is different, I am different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt out of place, almost like I wasn’t welcomed. She knew we would be there. Once again some conversation was forced, and once again we tried to make it feel familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was there, a person who I should be friends with because he is my lover’s best friend, yet I seem to have this inner itch to punch him whenever I see him. There is always a comment, always a way to make me sound dumb, always a way to make me feel bad about myself. There was a time when it wasn’t like that. I could stand his presence. But because I would do anything (within reason) for my love I will deal with it. He might as well be a werewolf, and I a vampire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading too much Twilight but luckily I haven’t begun to over use odd or lame adjectives. I am almost at the end of book three, which can’t come fast enough. I hate Jacob. I pretty much hate Bella. Edward is hot. And I need more Alice. Speaking of Alice, which made me think of Alice from the L Word, I wonder if there are any homosexual vampires… it’s a thought to ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a Bucks with a Booch on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially a college graduate…YAY! Now on to more school, grad school. Does it ever end? I don’t think I will start up again until the fall. I need a break. But when I do go to grad school can I talk about it constantly??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is wandering again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling asleep in his arms, it feels so right.I wish it could happen every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I have definitely read too much Stephenie Meyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I debate writing a book, well a children’s story. Maybe young adult. I would send it to Meyer’s publisher that way I know it will get published, or will my writing be too good for them. What would I write about? A girl who sits in a coffee shop and watches the people around her. A boy who finds out his best friend is a zombie( I say zombies are the myth of 2010). A child that is haunted by their deceased parents. They are all possible subjects. Although Kenny’s book would be better by far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer's wireless card only works when it wants to. I know the feeling. But unfortunately I can't ship myself off to get repair. My computer on the other hand will depart from me on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know what I am getting people for Christmas. So far Michael is the only finished one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYC is my favorite place to be. Walking hand in hand through Central Park with my baby was so nice. I was able to have alone time with my favorite place and my favorite person. And like I've said to many, I could sit in NYC for the whole day and have a wonderful time. And the lights were gorgeous. And Rockefeller Plaza put me right into the holiday season. i could go back right this second, even if it meant walking around for 12 more hours and having sore leg muscles for two days. It's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you my mind wanders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-2324191070853290916?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/2324191070853290916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=2324191070853290916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/2324191070853290916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/2324191070853290916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-always-end-up-with-bunch-of-flake.html' title='I always end up with a bunch of flake things and pink milk. My mind wanders.'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-2467988997024089415</id><published>2008-12-04T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T22:50:59.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'>18 shopping days till Christmas</title><content type='html'>So I started my Christmas crafts today. I'm decorating long stem votive holders for my step-sisters. So far I have two sets done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/STijftYUJ0I/AAAAAAAAABA/_KC8k2yupWg/s1600-h/100_1260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/STijftYUJ0I/AAAAAAAAABA/_KC8k2yupWg/s320/100_1260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276146728617387842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I kinda want to keep the star ones for myself lol. They need a few little finish touches. I got the idea from this women who had a booth at the craft fair and was selling them for $22 a pair.... 3 sets cost me around $12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well going to NYC tomorrow. Hopefully I'll get some presents while I'm there. And see my Ralphy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to read to wind down. Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-2467988997024089415?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/2467988997024089415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=2467988997024089415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/2467988997024089415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/2467988997024089415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2008/12/18-shopping-days-till-christmas.html' title='18 shopping days till Christmas'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/STijftYUJ0I/AAAAAAAAABA/_KC8k2yupWg/s72-c/100_1260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-4990147296859475277</id><published>2008-12-01T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:49:02.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"What's in a name? "</title><content type='html'>"That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lovely Michael brought me a purple rose today. Purple roses are one of my favorites. It's sitting as pretty as ever in a bud vase on my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be cleaning up my room but I thought I would take a little break. I rearranged my books and they look lovely. I can't wait to have my own digital cable box in my room. How exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the 8th grade field trip to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Christmas Carol&lt;/span&gt; at the Hartford Stage. I'm excited! i love being an educator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed that I have become spoiled. Spoiled with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to my tasks. Maybe I'll watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; while I do so...hehe. Or maybe some Garden State, it's been ages since I watched my favorite movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-4990147296859475277?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/4990147296859475277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=4990147296859475277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/4990147296859475277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/4990147296859475277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2008/12/whats-in-name.html' title='&quot;What&apos;s in a name? &quot;'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-3657559098421433860</id><published>2008-11-28T18:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T23:08:28.527-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starbucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>It's our own personal heroin</title><content type='html'>&lt;code&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So Tuesday evening Michael and I decided to go see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. Oh boy! Well first of all, I think I laughed more during this non-comedy movie than I have during comedies. Whether it was Edward's face or Michael's comments, I was muffling my laughs. The wonderful cast made awkward look awkward. And the worst part is, is that I could actually watch it again. Although I can't believe I spent $10 on it. Oh well. It's what happened after that that made the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael and I went to Starbucks across the street to discuss the disaster we had just seen. And of course it was a Bucks that was the size of my bathroom and all the seats were full so we decided to sit in my car with the heat on. I read to him a racy little passage from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. We chatted for a bit. We ultimately parted ways when my other boyfriend called and I had to go home so I could help him color his map (silly geologists) and have snuggle time, which is my favorite time of day. Not that snuggling up to Michael in my car isn't one of my favorites as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I went out for some thing that was supposed to feel normal and routine but rather felt like I was part of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; cast. It was awkward and forced. Well at least that's how I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving is officially over. Left-overs was dinner tonight, which except for a bit of stuffing are all gone. Well that and of course some pie. Which I might dive into soon. But now that Thanksgiving is gone that means Christmas is steadily on it's way. I only have a few presents bought but a bunch of ideas for the rest.  And I do have my Amazon wish list if anyone needs any ideas lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/registry/wishlist/2VNQSW7UPVQOF/ref=wl_web"&gt;&lt;img src="http://g-ecx.images-amazon.com/images/G/01/gifts/registries/wishlist/v2/web/wl-btn-74-b._V46774601_.gif" alt="My Amazon.com Wish List" width="74" border="0" height="42" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tomorrow I plan on taking Kenny and my princesses to Constitution Plaza. Alex and Ericca have never been and neither has Kenny! I feel like going there during the Christmas season should be a norm, but it's not for a lot of people. Up until high school we always went with 3 other families and would go out for ice cream after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll go read some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eclipse&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-3657559098421433860?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/3657559098421433860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=3657559098421433860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/3657559098421433860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/3657559098421433860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-our-own-personal-heroin.html' title='It&apos;s our own personal heroin'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-8908371996806471557</id><published>2008-11-26T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T23:26:32.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank Yous</title><content type='html'>Things I am thankful for....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My family&lt;br /&gt;-My friends&lt;br /&gt;-Alex, Ericca and Morgan&lt;br /&gt;-Kenny&lt;br /&gt;-Mikey&lt;br /&gt;-Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;-Books&lt;br /&gt;-My TR kids&lt;br /&gt;-My jobs&lt;br /&gt;-Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;-Broadway&lt;br /&gt;-Knowledge&lt;br /&gt;-John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly&lt;br /&gt;-Love and happiness....and starbucks and Edward Cullen ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-8908371996806471557?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/8908371996806471557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=8908371996806471557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/8908371996806471557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/8908371996806471557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2008/11/thank-yous.html' title='Thank Yous'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-7336540581663219198</id><published>2008-11-24T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T19:34:53.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Tidbits</title><content type='html'>Something weird happened last night. I was going up to my comfy bed so I shut the tv off in the living room. I didn't use the remote to shut it off, I used the button on the tv. As I walked into the kitchen the tv decided to turn back on by itself. I walked back over and turned it off once again. I won't lie, it freaked me out. It also doesn't help that two nights ago my space heater decided to turn of and not because it had over heated, but because the dial was turned to the off position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you, things have gotten strange around here since I've started reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; lol. Which just proves my point that Stephenie Meyer does in fact practice black magic...haha. Oh and the 3rd book is totally inappropriate for children, I can't wait to read it to Bucci ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my wonderfully smart boyfriend has come up with a really good premise for a book. He has most of the plot outlined in his head and I think it would be a great endeavor for him to explore. Plus it would be pretty cool to date a geologist who is also a writer lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of writing and books. I have found a few more books to add to my wish list. One of which sounds like the DaVinci code but Shakespeare style.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-7336540581663219198?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/7336540581663219198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=7336540581663219198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/7336540581663219198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/7336540581663219198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2008/11/monday-tidbits.html' title='Monday Tidbits'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-1120595274081264439</id><published>2008-11-23T12:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T12:30:23.216-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new moon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eclipse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stephenie meyer'/><title type='text'>Nothing of much interest</title><content type='html'>So here's a little blog update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finished &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt; and began &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eclipse&lt;/span&gt;. And will being seeing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; Tuesday with the Booch. With the books getting increasingly worse, I can do nothing more than to hope the movie is actually good. I have been told it was but I'll be the judge of that. It's sad when a movie is better than the books. And it has just been released that they will be making &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt; into a movie. And all I have to say about all of this is that we are are fooling Stephenie Meyer into thinking she's a good writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said. Thanksgiving is approaching rapidly. My week will be filled with pie making and taking care of my mother. She came home a day early and is doing well. But anyone who knows my mother knows that she's a needy little bugger. And also very controlling, so being bed ridden or confined to one area that doesn't allow her to control every situation in the house drives her crazy. But oh well, she's home and healthy so that's all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a snowflake yesterday and almost freaked. And not in the good way, in the OMG I HATE SNOW way. I don't know how I have lived in New England my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that note I think I will go. Maybe I'll read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eclipse&lt;/span&gt;, maybe I'll knit. Or I might even do some homework, what an idea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-1120595274081264439?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/1120595274081264439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=1120595274081264439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/1120595274081264439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/1120595274081264439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2008/11/nothing-of-much-interest.html' title='Nothing of much interest'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-2230791169794436426</id><published>2008-11-17T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:04:32.887-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starbucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>Blog #2 of today: The Artsy but not so Artsy one</title><content type='html'>YAY! I found my prescription cough medicine from the last time I was coughing up a lung, last February. But on to the blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was saying I wanted to post one of my writings and my knitting projects so here you go. Don't shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit in a Starbucks. I am surrounded by the faces of strangers and the combining sounds of conversations. There is a man, who I assume is a teacher. He talks about 20 minute classes and figuring out what work to give in such a short time. As another table a man, probably in his 30s, works intently on his laptop I see a man pouring milk in his coffee and a woman carrying out two trays of lattes. The baristas are shouting orders for their waiting customers. The coffee grinds, then the blender. I think its too cold for frappuccinos. the amount of people has grown, the conversation less audible and more blended. I can no longer hear the music coming from the speakers above. I take the last sip of my peppermint mocha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my scarves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This one is bugsy's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SSIvdwYs3DI/AAAAAAAAAAw/m8wJkFSYB7s/s1600-h/100_1241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SSIvdwYs3DI/AAAAAAAAAAw/m8wJkFSYB7s/s320/100_1241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269826702228118578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This one will be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SSIv937dfCI/AAAAAAAAAA4/oGt9Wc68UZ4/s1600-h/100_1247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SSIv937dfCI/AAAAAAAAAA4/oGt9Wc68UZ4/s320/100_1247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269827254008773666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-2230791169794436426?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/2230791169794436426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=2230791169794436426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/2230791169794436426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/2230791169794436426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-2-of-today-artsy-but-not-so-artsy.html' title='Blog #2 of today: The Artsy but not so Artsy one'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SSIvdwYs3DI/AAAAAAAAAAw/m8wJkFSYB7s/s72-c/100_1241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-7301366228717496368</id><published>2008-11-17T19:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:46:49.157-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joey mcintyre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>Just Another Monday...</title><content type='html'>So the other day I was talking about songs or albums that provoke specific feelings. Well today my random cd that was picked was Joey McIntyre's "Stay the Same" circa 1999. I sang my little heart away until track number 8 began. I was slapped in the face with a sudden fit of sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track number 8 is "I Cried", a song that had me in tears nine years ago when Ralphy was leaving to go to high school in Florida. We spent oh who knows, 6 maybe more hours on the phone the day before he left. That day was also the day that I was going to visit my grandparents in Florida. We were going to the same state but in a few days I would be flying back and he wouldn't be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to share something that I wrote in my writers journal this afternoon before class at the bucks, but alas, I am too lazy to get up and get it. I'll have to update later. I've also been thinking about maybe posting my knitting projects. I have a scarf for bugsy and a scarf for myself that I'm working on right now and they are both pretty cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-7301366228717496368?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/7301366228717496368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=7301366228717496368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/7301366228717496368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/7301366228717496368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-another-monday.html' title='Just Another Monday...'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-6025203532849433783</id><published>2008-11-13T13:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:26:30.061-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='werewolves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edward cullen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stephenie meyer'/><title type='text'>Twilight Blog #3: Consider me a person with masochistic tendencies</title><content type='html'>I must be loosing it. I am still reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt;, it is going much slower than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; because it is about a million times worse. I'm 314 pages in after a week and a half, after having the first book for that long I was finished. So far I have found a line with some depth to it... GASP!  It is as follows, on page 304 right after Bella figures out that Jacob Black is a werewolf (we'll get to that diddy in a second) she says, "Once you cared about a person, it was impossible to be logical about them anymore". That one line has a lot of truth behind it and also seems too deep for this book, and for this author. One thing Meyer is not, is deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Once you cared about a person, it was impossible to be logical about them anymore"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes one to actually love someone unconditionally to understand this. It is weird to be"blinded by love", blinded by caring. When we care for someone deeply we tend not to see some of the flaws others may see or we tend to defend those flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So anywhoo, yes this book isn't just about the mythical creature called a vampire but it also about werewolves. I'm waiting for the witches and wizards to show up. Or maybe some fairies, or better yet Frankenstein. Maybe we'll even get to see an ogre or two. This is no just getting ridiculous. And the worst part is that I figured it out WAY before the main character did. Maybe that's why I loathe Meyer so much, she makes it SO evident for the reader and makes Bella look like a fucking idiot. Kinda like how Bella thinks she's hallucinating when she hears Edwards voice in her head. Yet she knows that Edward can read minds, so naturally I would assume that if I randomly heard him in my head when I was in danger it was becuase he was tapping into my brain, even if he wasn't able to do so before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well I'm going back to my masochistic tendencies and get back to reading. The faster I finish this book the fast I can be done with these series. Yes I will finish it, I'm in too deep to not finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-6025203532849433783?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/6025203532849433783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=6025203532849433783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/6025203532849433783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/6025203532849433783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight-blog-3-consider-me-person-with.html' title='Twilight Blog #3: Consider me a person with masochistic tendencies'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-309594828350058229</id><published>2008-11-12T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:31:22.585-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nsync'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rascal flatt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john mayer'/><title type='text'>Feelings come and go</title><content type='html'>So I was thinking this afternoon, I know, what a scary thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing what feelings or memories a song or an album (yes I am was born right before albums became extinct from children's knowledge) can bring back. I was listening to John Mayer's Continuum this afternoon and it brought me back a couple summers ago, at the end of summer driving around in my still pretty new car. That's also the August that he canceled his show do to larengitis.... damn you Jessica Simpson! Yea he was also dating that crazy ho back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like last week when I was listening to the first *N Sync album. Oh boy the memories and feelings that rushed back were ridiculous. But the dance moves and excitement and being a teenager also came rushing back. I'm suprised I was able to keep my car on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course my new enemy is Rascal Flatt's song "I Wish". It had no real effect on me until I listened to it live at their concert this summer. It made my think of my dear Alexandria and everything that I want her to have in her future. And is now one of the VERY few songs that brings a tear to my eye. But only one, single tear, like Cry Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I hope the days come easy and the moments pass slow, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; And each road leads you where you wanna go, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; And if you're faced with a choice, and you have to choose, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; I hope you choose the one that means the most to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; And if one door opens to another door closed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; I hope you keep on walkin' till you find the window, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; If it's cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; But more than anything, more than anything... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Your dreams stay big, your worries stay small, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; You never need to carry more than you can hold, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; And while you're out there getting where you're getting to, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Yeah, this, is my wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; I hope you never look back, but you never forget, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; All the ones who love you, in the place you left, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; I hope you always forgive, and you never regret, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; And you help somebody every chance you get, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Oh, you find God's grace, in every mistake, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; And always give more than you take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; But more than anything, yeah, more than anything... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Your dreams stay big, your worries stay small, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; You never need to carry more than you can hold, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; And while you're out there getting where you're getting to, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Yeah, this, is my wish. Yeah, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Also...Michael and I are officially dating, therefor I will only refer to him as Michael or as my wonderful boyfriend Michael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&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/772724300722349329-309594828350058229?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/309594828350058229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=309594828350058229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/309594828350058229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/309594828350058229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2008/11/feelings-come-and-go.html' title='Feelings come and go'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-5450172072094051176</id><published>2008-11-10T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T23:32:50.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There's nothing like a childs love</title><content type='html'>There is one thing someone can never take from me, and that is the love I have for my nieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm teaching Alex to be a wonderful, excepting person. She came to Bowling practice with me and was an amazing little helper. The fact that all the kids and adults were different didn't even phase her. She's such a peach. And I took the cutest picture of her and Morgan yesterday. There is nothing like the love of cousins. My cousin Monica and I were the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SRkJZydUw9I/AAAAAAAAAAo/oM3lvs-yreA/s1600-h/100_1239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SRkJZydUw9I/AAAAAAAAAAo/oM3lvs-yreA/s320/100_1239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267251577832653778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this weekend had its moments of lots of fun and lots of awkwardness. It is very clear to me that somethings won't be the same. But maybe that's for another post, one that doesn't include a picture of 2 of the cutest girls in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-5450172072094051176?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/5450172072094051176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=5450172072094051176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/5450172072094051176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/5450172072094051176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2008/11/theres-nothing-like-childs-love.html' title='There&apos;s nothing like a childs love'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SRkJZydUw9I/AAAAAAAAAAo/oM3lvs-yreA/s72-c/100_1239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-6554567952574615248</id><published>2008-11-07T11:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:25:13.962-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='equality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racism'/><title type='text'>Colors of the Rainbow</title><content type='html'>Here is an example of today's stupidity which fueled this post that I received in the form of a text message:&lt;br /&gt;"All white people are to report to the cotton fields at 7 am for orientation. Don't be late! Love, Obama"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last time I checked this past presidential election wasn't supposed to be about color. Well slap me silly because you could have fooled me. It is ENTIRELY about color and race (I am just utterly redundant today). Everything I hear is about black people this, black people that. I did not vote for Obama because he is black, and mind you only half. But because I believed in what he said. He could have been just another old, white guy but with the same words and he would have won my vote. Electing someone should not have to do with their race and gender, but with their beliefs and ideas to better our down spiraling society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes this election was very historical, only an idiot would deny that. A young, black man was elected. That is the only sentece that should have crossed peoples minds which then led to the thoughts of his policies, his ideas, his wants for change. And why isn't teh media interviewing people that are white about how they feel about Obama. The only people they interview are people who are also black. White people have feelings and thoughts about Obama being president and what he can bring for their future as well.  Call me silly but that's just putting a line through the races. We are a country that constantly contridicts our standing. All men are created equal, except for (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;insert here an ethnic or economical difference&lt;/span&gt;). But I do see that my opinion on this issue may be blurred by being white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once told by one of my professors who happened to be black that when a white person says that they do not see color, they are lieing. Well thats funny because I'm pretty sure someone else can't tell me what I do and what I don't see. I do not see color, color does not factor into whethere or not I like someone and how I judge them. I was the minority growing up. A little white girl stuck in an inner city catholic school that was majority puerto ricans and blacks. Our generation has been talk to recognize difference but not to judge on difference. Yet our elders are  doing the complete opposite and confusing the minds of young America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting to see the day when all men and women are treated equally, I just hope that it is within my time on this planet. With any luck I will be on Mars with Tina Fey enjoying some cocktails in about 15 to 20 yrs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-6554567952574615248?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/6554567952574615248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=6554567952574615248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/6554567952574615248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/6554567952574615248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2008/11/colors-of-rainbow.html' title='Colors of the Rainbow'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-7741299813529771286</id><published>2008-11-06T17:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T22:20:37.144-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm And I thought I was predictable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here are some key things to know about me ( those closest to me should already know these)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I don't return a call, it's not personal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I don't want to talk, I will not answer, also nothing personal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am usually not the one to call and make plans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I usually don't call someone unless I have something to tell them, not just because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Although I hate confrontation: IM, e-mail, and text is not the way to communicate your feelings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Courtney is like my sister, we may fight one second and be happy the next. It's been like that for 20 years.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes I just want Chrissy time, I can't please everyone all the time (don't take that out of context!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes I do bitch about close friends, but if I didn't then I wouldn't be normal. I'm allowed to get annoyed. No one is perfect.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kenny and I are a packaged deal, unless something is noted as girls only.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh and did I mention that I don't really care. I mean I care about important things, but not stupid shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I think that is it for now.If i think of more I'll add them in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-7741299813529771286?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/7741299813529771286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=7741299813529771286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/7741299813529771286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/7741299813529771286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2008/11/hmm-and-i-thought-i-was-predictable.html' title='Hmm And I thought I was predictable'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-6323573766606015413</id><published>2008-11-05T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:47:37.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's official...I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AM &lt;/span&gt;in the twilight zone. And not the kind of zone with vampires either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-6323573766606015413?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/6323573766606015413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=6323573766606015413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/6323573766606015413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/6323573766606015413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-official.html' title=''/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-4588736911639512746</id><published>2008-11-05T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T11:38:39.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little note</title><content type='html'>So there you have it, America has elected it's first black president. It's surreal in a way. I wanted it to happen but at the same time didn't know if the country was ready for it. But then again after 8 years of Bush I think we would all do something to make a significant change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking through the halls today at SDMS and had to hold myself back from laughing. There were two 8th grade boys trying to have a very adult conversation about how Democrats now overrule the Republicans in the government and now those damn Democrats are going to get everything that they want. They also spoke about Clinton and how he wasn't too bad, remind you they were infants till the age of 8 while he was president. It made me laugh, especially since I have no clear say on Reagan or the first Bush, I just know what I have been told.Some of the other conversations I heard were intelligent but still had their 8th grade moments, which is the way I think it should be. Children these days try to be adults and end up missing out on their childhood. Yes I think it is fantastic that they are informed, but the responsibility that they take with that information is very overbearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's to change. It is much needed and expected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-4588736911639512746?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/4588736911639512746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=4588736911639512746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/4588736911639512746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/4588736911639512746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-little-note.html' title='Just a little note'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-8861483003084354543</id><published>2008-11-03T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T15:44:09.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Torture Ensues</title><content type='html'>So I have done it, I have started the second book in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; 'saga'. Which is anything but a saga. Last time I checked the webster dictionary a saga was a long detailed account or a modern heroic narrative, and guess what, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; is neither. But I am starting to think that Stephenie Meyers does black magic. And with that black magic she enchants her books, its the only plausible reason for why it is a best seller. That is the only way I can justify my own fixation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back on track, so I started &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt;. And within the first 10 pages I realized how much I hate Bella. She is an idiot. She WANTS to become a Vampire. Really?!? She doesn't care about her birthday, about college, about living, she just cares about Edward biting her. And if I were Edward I would dump her in a millisecond, who wants to be with someone who obsesses about your difference all the time. I just don't get it. So yes, I will hate this book as much as Christina said I would, but I have a feeling it will be for different reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah but the wonderful part of today is that I pulled out my first scarf off the season. Aw yes, the lovely pattern of weaving yarn that is swung around my neck to keep me safe from those dredded vampires I read about, and of course to keep me a little warmer. Scarves are my favorite accessory, to think that I once loathed them. Too bad I can't knit them faster to add to my stash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I bid you ado. And if someone comes near you who is pale and cold, walk the other way. Unless of course it is me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-8861483003084354543?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/8861483003084354543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=8861483003084354543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/8861483003084354543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/8861483003084354543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2008/11/torture-ensues.html' title='The Torture Ensues'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-2248214014042877385</id><published>2008-10-29T21:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:27:53.734-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edward cullen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stephenie meyer'/><title type='text'>"You are my life now"</title><content type='html'>So I finished &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;. What can I say, it's so bad it's good.  Stephenie Meyers can't write for shit yet she can make you fall in love with a character, now that's talent. Edward Cullen. So charming, so intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't lie. When I was about 5 pages from being done I jumped on facebook so that I could ask Christina for the second book in the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Meyers truly angers me. She is definitely no J.K. Rowling, yet her books have the same popularity but only amongst girls. What teenage boys want to read about a mortal 17 yr old falling in love with a hot vampire? Rowling can at least write dialog and not rush events. If Rowling wrote like Meyers HP books would have been over 1000 pages, 900 of them being non-sense. Her writing also makes me scared for the movie, because I can tell you right now. Just by watching the trailer I can tell that the characters are being portrayed totally different from how I saw them. And that can be solely due to the way that Meyers writes. She could have wanted me to see the characters as they are in the movie but was unable to actually write that way. And if any one ever describes something as cold and icy to me I might cry. Even if they are talking about ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boo!!! I just read some stuff on wikipedia about Edward, that was dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So if you ever have the desire to start reading a Stephenie Meyers book (she just put out an adult fiction novel) or series...don't! Put the book down, step back, and smack yourself. I have Kenny's sister to thank for this torture. This torture that is so wrong but it feels so good. Kinda like how Edward CONSTANTLY tells Bella he's dangerous but she sticks with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/a9/EdwardCullen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 388px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/a9/EdwardCullen.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a little Edward Cullen for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-2248214014042877385?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/2248214014042877385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=2248214014042877385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/2248214014042877385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/2248214014042877385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-are-my-life-now.html' title='&quot;You are my life now&quot;'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-8870050790291896522</id><published>2008-10-25T17:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T17:09:03.275-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Icing On My Week</title><content type='html'>Monday- I think was decent&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday- A horrible day at work&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday- The worst day of the week. Was worried about my honey and fell down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday- Was in ridiculous but manageable pain&lt;br /&gt;Friday- Another horrible day at work. The student refused to do her work and wouldn't speak to me. And I still hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday- Mikey tells me he's not coming to Salem. And I'm still in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling into a sulking mess. The past few months are catching up and this past week isn't helping. You could call me emo right now and I wouldn't care. But at least I have to house to my self for a few hours while my parents are at the casino. Hopefully I'll find some fun Halloween activity for tonight. Maybe some pumpkin carving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-8870050790291896522?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/8870050790291896522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=8870050790291896522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/8870050790291896522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/8870050790291896522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2008/10/icing-on-my-week.html' title='The Icing On My Week'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-2285878796468607644</id><published>2008-10-25T15:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T15:28:20.675-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well hello there slap in the face!</title><content type='html'>So a month or so ago my mother told me to start saving my money because I would have to start paying my own car insurance soon, especially since Tom will be getting it as well. Fine whatever, makes sense. Well what she neglected to mention was that soon meant my renewal in November. Now I have only been working for two months. Therefore when I pay my insurance I will pretty much be broke. And apparently it is best to pay in full but I don't know if that will fly with my bank account. Because alas, I have been paying for gas and things for school. Luckily gas is going down but oy, it was just really a hit to the face this afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course mom just found out that guy went and paid some of the house bills. So she is highly offended and mad. Oh well she needs to just realize she can't save the world and that he only did it because he wants to feel past of the household as well since he's only lived here ohhh 8 or so years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the complications of having a "modern" family and growing up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-2285878796468607644?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/2285878796468607644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=2285878796468607644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/2285878796468607644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/2285878796468607644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2008/10/well-hello-there-slap-in-face.html' title='Well hello there slap in the face!'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-4163405890760948562</id><published>2008-10-23T00:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T01:06:57.555-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange events can open your eyes</title><content type='html'>Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! Where do I start? Tonight has been VERY interesting and even educational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned tonight that I love Kenny more than I thought I did, not to say that I didn't love him immensely before. His parents called me looking for him because it was past his normal arrival back home and his cell was off, so they assumed he was here. He wasn't. They were worried which got my worried. I was talking to Courtney and she decided that we should take a ride over to CCSU. I won't lie, I was shaking a bit and I was nervous. Well I went upstairs to change out of my pjs and back into jeans and put my socks back on. Well on my way back down the stairs I didn't put the light on like I usually do and i slid right down them. The very top to the very bottom. We think I may have strained or fractured my foot, maybe both, who knows. My back and tail bone hurt. My hand hurts and my elbow hurts. I am basically a wreck. But I didn't let that stop me, even though my parents were freaking out. I limped my wait to the back door to get my shoes and hoodie. And I hobbled down the front steps to Courtney's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were half way to CCSU when Kenny called. I was so happy to hear from him and yet frustrated because I was in pain and I was worried. And he was rightfully frustrated because of school stuff. Wel he frustrated tone cut right through me and I had to get off the phone. But after all of that, it made me realize how much I love him. Because let's face it, if I didn't I wouldn't have acted such a way and would have been like fuck it, after I fell down the stairs. It's strange how certain situations can open your eyes to things you thought you already knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm hurting and I'm tired so don't mind me while I go to bed mid-way through my blog. I just needed to write before I went to bed. It's rushed and I don't mind. But I did talk to Kenny for about an hour which calmed me down and made me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-4163405890760948562?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/4163405890760948562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=4163405890760948562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/4163405890760948562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/4163405890760948562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2008/10/strange-events-can-open-your-eyes.html' title='Strange events can open your eyes'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-5057564747661210973</id><published>2008-10-22T12:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T12:38:13.671-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“Procrastination is like a credit card: it's a lot of fun until you get the bill.”</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;Things I should be doing:&lt;br /&gt;-I should be working on my Soc take-home mid-term&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I should be dropping Special Olympics stuff off at the office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I should be working on my concept map project (but it's almost done and is lovely. I did it on forms of writing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I should be accepting of some situation, but I am not and probably never will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I wish I were reading my new obsession &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;, and I only call it my obsession because it is pretty difficult to put down. I read another 2 chapters today during my break at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I shouldn't be blogging but it is one of my new hobbies. Which will probably only last a couple weeks until I get bored of writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I could be working on my pretty scarf or starting Alexandria's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things seem strange in my house lately. But it isn't the actions of the people, it's the actions of the house. I have been hearing odd noises every now and again. In fact, I heard one a little while ago in the Princess Room. And no the house is not settling, I hate that excuse for odd noises. And last week my bedroom door slammed for no real reason by itself. Yes my window was open, but only a crack and my door was fully open so there was no way a breeze could get behind it and close it. And I should mention that the odd noises aren't anything new, they just seem more frequent and louder in some parts of the house. But who knows, it could just be my over-active imagination playing tricks on me. It's done it many times before. But there again there was that time about 10 years ago when my mirror mysteriously feel off my wall. And I say mysteriously because the nail that it was on was still perfectly in the wall and the hook on the back of the mirror was perfect. And let me just say I creep myself out every time I look into the garage window. It's just one of those windows that in movies you are likely to see a figure os some one who shouldn't be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so for some reason this blog's dictionary doesn't have conjunctions in it so it tells me my isn'ts and don'ts are miss spelled. How strange and annoying. But I'm signing out, considering this is one of those things I shouldn't be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-5057564747661210973?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/5057564747661210973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=5057564747661210973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/5057564747661210973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/5057564747661210973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2008/10/procrastination-is-like-credit-card-its.html' title='“Procrastination is like a credit card: it&apos;s a lot of fun until you get the bill.”'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-8826857844031555640</id><published>2008-10-21T14:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T16:33:07.699-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vampires: The New Wizards</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;First there was Harry Potter and now there is Edward Cullen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have succumb to the fad of reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Twilight, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;you know the young adult book that is based on a mortal moving to a little town and then making nice with vampires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;. Although my main reasoning is that all the girls are reading it in 8th grade and I'm curious as to what my girls are reading. I am also intrigued by the idea that it is about vampires, and who doesn't love Robert Pattinson. He's reason enough to see the movie. But in all reality vampires do have a certain romance and sensuality about them. The only time I have EVER found Tom Cruise or Brad Pitt attractive was in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Interview With a Vampire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;. And we all know I have an odd thing for the abnormal and supernatural. I do love my ghosts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;But anywhoo. The book so far isn't too bad. I've read through 5 chapters in no time. It's a great visualization book for the age group it is meant for. I know that I can see the scenes in vivid detail. But then again I have an enormous imagination and have always been able to visualize with full detail. And let me tell you, Edward Cullen is SO charming! I think I'm even falling for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of vampires, isn't it funny how I'm going to be one for Halloween. What a concidence. Athena was a very tempting costume but I like the darker side of Halloween. The goblins and ghouls. The witches and warlocks. The werewolfs and vampires. And I absolutely can't wait for Salem on Sunday! It is going to be soooo much fun! And I get to share it with my two loves. I wish the Halloween celebration was longer. Can it be two months instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, we are talking about the Salem witch trials in Social Studies.The kids are too funny Ouji boards came up today and Rachel almost condemned me to Hell because I had used one before. Her CCD teacher told her so and bad things were now going to happen to me. Too bad the last time I touched one was probably 10 years ago, and nothing happened. And I am a Ouiji skeptic so it might actually be fun to take one out again. But I probably never will. And really, is a game board that Hasbro makes really going to bring in the devil? It's like saying that the Magic 8 Ball really answers questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I should stop rambling now. This blog thing may become dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-8826857844031555640?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/8826857844031555640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=8826857844031555640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/8826857844031555640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/8826857844031555640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2008/10/vampires-new-wizards.html' title='Vampires: The New Wizards'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-4029545273440467815</id><published>2008-10-20T21:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:52:10.234-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love Like No Other</title><content type='html'>I have two loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first love is a love like no other. A love that can not be altered. An everlasting love. A pure, nonsexual love. This love is named Mikey. We defy gravity together on a daily basis. We sit with our psl's and giggle till we can't giggle any more. If only all loves can be like this. So magical, yet so wicked. I wish everyone could have a love such as this. It's so special and one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other love is a love of pestering and unintended spousal abuse (an  accidental elbow here or there). A love that has no common music likes and very few common movie likes. A love that can only grow with age like a fine wine. This love of mine is named Kenny. My loving and devoted boyfriend. The one I share my inner most thoughts and feelings with, no matter how strange they are. He is the one who for some ungodly reason loves every part of me, even the parts I don't love. And for that, I love him dearly and unconditionally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772724300722349329-4029545273440467815?l=notanadultyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/feeds/4029545273440467815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772724300722349329&amp;postID=4029545273440467815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/4029545273440467815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772724300722349329/posts/default/4029545273440467815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notanadultyet.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-like-no-other.html' title='A Love Like No Other'/><author><name>I'm not sure I'm an adult yet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014472809230110365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lO6BiZjYhr0/SP0q3qclAOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lITAvB5sX0c/S220/100_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772724300722349329.post-6792916473109483294</id><published>2008-10-20T21:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:38:25.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Meaning is not what you start with, but what you end up with”</title><content type='html'>So that I don't hold true to this postings title, I shall give you the meaning of the blog title and my signature. I think it's a good way to start...don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is often stranger than fiction....and let me tell you how true that has been lately. When I think back a year or even 5 ago I would never imagine things to be the way they are today. Whether it is the fact that I met my wonderful boyfriend through my dead beat friend or that I am still be making my way through school. And even recent things have seemed to be way to odd to be real. I recently said that I felt like I was in the twilight zone and I still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not sure I'm an adult yet"... a very insightful quote form Johnny Depp. Mr.Depp is in his 40s and feels this way, so imagine only being 23. I feel that way to the fullest. I am at a stage where I am supposed to be the adult figure, the model for children when deep inside I'm still just a kid who wants to have fun. And I've realized that college, although is a place for us to grow it is also a place that hinders us a bit. It doesn't allow us to have more contact with the outside world, with those who are already adults. With limited exposure to the "real adult world", being thrown out into it out of no where is scary. I work with teachers who are only a year or two older than me and yet I feel inferior. Which is why I think my recent decision to distance my self from things like the lounge (a place for commuters to hang out at school) is the best thing I could ever do for myself. It relieves me of drama and stupidity. I stay in contact with those that I want to, which I think is working out pretty good. It's my time to have a little growth spurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so that's my first official blog. Gasp! Never did I think I would have one of these. But hey, it was spur of the moment kind of thing. And why not? 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